Lauren M. Hancock Poetry and Prose

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  • Poem: Amalgamation of Intention – 27/08/21

    Poem: Amalgamation of Intention – 27/08/21

    Being aware of the signs,
    the euphoria,
    the joy of the times,
    the expansive brightened
    colours as they present
    while my soul begins
    to delve.

    The natural high
    developed into true knowledge
    via life, nevermore shall I worry
    about contemplation, nor irreverent Strife!
    I’ll pluck from the heavens
    amongst the amalgamating
    cloud patterns,
    an internal direction
    flows as I breathe with
    my dreams,
    absorb their intent,
    my gorgeous search
    for the rest of them.
     
    For, I am in alignment
    with my path,
    a seismic shifting
    after tumult,
    I’ve reached this point at last,
    wanting to give back
    to the world,
    cease to take,
    those times,
    selfish duration,
    it seems I currently have
    much to give, as of late!

    My direction makes
    light work of human aid,
    being able to provide,
    a listening ear,
    aware eyes,
    soft voice,
    gentle nature on display
    melding into the finest of days.

    My light and intention,
    true desire to provide,
    assist,
    give,
    such satisfaction achieved
    in my heart and theirs
    as we freely smile and breathe.

    It’s as though I needed
    to assert these thoughts,
    jot them down,
    recited, no longer
    internally heard,
    a vow to humanity,
    a truth of personal bliss,
    to give to humankind,
    expansion of love,
    the truest way to live.

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  • Poem: Luminous – 22/07/21

    Poem: Luminous – 22/07/21

    I am brightness within eyes and
    air between wings,
    rise with me,
    moods heightened,
    how amazing salvation is.

    I have been forgiven and it was
    granted many years before,
    acceptance, realisation,
    have long been in the making,
    my life, my world,
    I now treasure, I adore.

    Acknowledgement of the
    gravity of my former situations,
    I know now how darkly luminous my fate glowed,
    insinuations,
    whilst glowering were heavy eyes
    above my form,
    their unhappy windows,
    but still they watched over me,
    for then, for future tomorrows –

    I had protection from angels,
    from generations of loved ones,
    from heaven above,
    and the benevolent calming God.

    How else could I describe my survival —
    triumphs over tribulations,
    scraped stifling walls for air,
    learned to be humble,
    in reality, I could be away from here,
    six feet under,
    or scattered in pieces,
    what a moment to comprehend,
    how one might shudder.

    I lived under calculated stares,
    by some, I suspect I was abhorred,
    raging thoughts,
    temporary damning thunder,
    they’ve forgotten with time,
    softness beneath me grows,
    a sense of quiet personal power.

    An important being to some, to many?
    Yet to others, a nameless entity,
    and now here I am,
    within the arms of comfortability,
    of safety,
    and most grateful I am,
    gracious in Life’s undertaking,
    because I know,
    I understand,
    I comprehend that my place within this world
    is something to respect,
    for I have been spared from a fate
    potentially dared and wiped,
    into nothingness I would have become,

    obliterated,
    faceless, lost,

    yet here I am,
    saved,
    like a turtledove
    I have returned to the flock.

    I am at one with them,
    I am treasured,
    I am youthful yet I am growing old,
    life is amazing once I’ve accepted it,
    truth be told:

    of its glorious moments
    there are so many forthcoming, past and current,
    of Life’s glorious abundance,
    I am sold.

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  • Poem: Quiet Improvements – 02/02/21

    Poem: Quiet Improvements – 02/02/21

    Sometimes life won’t be perfect
    no matter how much you will it, 
    you adjust, you alter, 
    you are adamant, 
    yet plans, they falter,
    accept defeat, 
    you must admit this.  

    It does not matter how much we carry 
    wishes within us, 
    there are moments which will simply 
    flit out of the picture,
    the power within, 
    the strength which hardens us 
    can make us shudder, 
    and suddenly there’s that shattering, 
    the shattering of one’s perfect picture. 

    It shouldn’t matter that I can’t sit here and 
    share all the rest, 
    paint a scene for you to observe and for myself to reminisce,
    despite it all, despite my hopes, my dreams, 
    I want to move forward, and become much more
    than that which I yearned for 
    now and evermore,
     
    a glass-stained picture 
    which drips in brights, in hues, 
    in yellows, in blues, 
    and rectifies the scent of unwanted, sympathetic flowers,
    shall we begin anew?

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  • Poem: Rolling Waves and Green Pastures – 02/10/20

    Poem: Rolling Waves and Green Pastures – 02/10/20

    Rolling waves in my mind pass by,
    sumptuous, decadent,
    tidal, in their own time,
    I smile to myself as I feel the ebb and the flow
    of my thoughts travel singularly
    then as one,
    a conglomeration of multitudes,
    my will,
    coming along so beautifully,
    they could temporarily stun.

    This is my time,
    my springtime of my middle youth,
    where I have now grown and prematurely gone to pasture
    and I am taking in all I can,
    this is truth.

    I am relaxing in my moments,
    I am sinking in the hay,
    I am enjoying the fresh wind,
    the air,
    the breeze,
    it softens me,
    I smile to myself,
    and I wish that I could stay.

    I am at one with this world,
    I am becoming the strength I’ve long searched for,
    what I’ve needed,
    what I’ve come to depend upon others for,
    but now I am powerful,
    and I can ride those waves as though upon a creature
    battling the crests,
    with magical chimes and
    announcements sounding all around
    that I have arrived.

    I am profound,
    or at least, I believe I am,
    I hear these sounds,
    I take in the smiles,
    the welcoming body language and calls
    of my family,
    from the land, the water,
    the pastures,
    oh, such wanted sounds.

    I am accepted,
    but more importantly,
    I am accepting myself finally,
    I am here,
    in mind, body and spirit,
    finally,
    as one, not separate entities,

    and off the cuff,
    I compose gentle words in my mind
    as I watch the waves
    rise and fall,

    my heart,
    my mind,
    my presence,
    I will accept myself,
    flaws and all.

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  • Poem: Anything But — An Ode – 09/07/20

    Poem: Anything But — An Ode – 09/07/20

    I'll express everything to you, dear, 
I am anything but silent.

My thoughts growl, 
grumble, then shine,
like a cross curmudgeon
who's been taken aback 
by something 
strangely pleasant,
something he'd been 
wholly unaware of.

Then, I transform into a 
rising, flowing,
ecologically-friendly bag
blustering in the breeze,

useful and able to be 
disintegrated,
but in the wind 
I unwind, 
like a kite, 
I am carefree.

I am this soaring, 
colourful plastic kite,
I was that ill-tempered now
brightened woman,

and occasionally I’ll 
surprise both you and I
with exclamations of 
unhindered laughter; 
our heaven,

the joyful giggling  
in your apartment complex 
with its walls 
so paper-thin:

at the neighbours’
tired, thumping reactions,
we spared no flowered damns
for our carefree, 
witty, raucous din.

A free form that flows,
where I will travel?
No one quite knows,

I’ll settle my roots,
a modern day view,
no longer grumbling,
nor full of air,
words wheezing out,
gassy, heated ill-views;

Is it worth constantly listening,
aloud, you once pondered,
the attention mostly
focused on you?

And you winked and
smiled cheekily, 
your heart was unprotected,
you meant no true offense,
with me you need no armour.

But, you do listen,
I am ever so pleased you do.
Your apartment sings with the
songs of my drafts,
over and o’er I reiterate them,
sharing the changes with you.

I know you
sometimes suffer,
at the hands of my
oppressively
repetitive work,

but you do this
not as your duty,
but to please this
once-airborne being 

who sought you out 
not because 
she was simply lonely,
not because of 
any selfish need,

but because she truly  
admired you 
and desires
your continued, 
charming company.

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  • Poem: Loved – 18/04/20

    Poem: Loved – 18/04/20

    Their presence lingers,
I am eternally grateful for the guidance
that only Love can provide,
there is little more to be understood
that needs no wishes to be further sanctified.
 
Because their devotion is pure,
warmer and lovelier as time goes on,
and I am appreciative of everything that has been performed,
which has ever been done.
 
For, I am now the thankful being
grown into the mould,
who has matured in the depths beyond
left behind
from the blind ignorance of Youth,
which came with the temperamental haughtiness
of someone unknowing of truly what they had.
 
I understand my luck,
my lottery win in this world,
to have such wonderful people in my life
while others suffer,
are maltreated, 
are unloved, or even
abandoned.
 
I hear their words and actions speak,
“I love you”
time and time again,
the provision of special food on the table,
their kind, empathetic words,
the joyous asking of how my day was,
and I know,
I know,
that one day this will come to an end,
but, by God, I am here,
acknowledging, grateful,
for everything I have.
 
My love for you will never cease,
do you understand?
My voice trembles, tears threaten to flow,
I am finally showing true emotion,
poignant and exact.

My special ones,
who know who they are,
please understand my truths and here,
accept them for all that they are:-
you do the same with all that I am,
together we love,
united we stand.

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  • Poem: Ornate Wooden Box – 09/03/20

    Poem: Ornate Wooden Box – 09/03/20

    What’s in the wooden box?
An ornate engraved chest –
Does it promise me treasure?
Diamonds, jewels, gold?
It must with any luck.
 
I approach the container with trepidation,
My fingers tremble with delicious anticipation,
And the tremor which should rile me awfully
Pushes me forth:
The adrenaline is potent.
 
What will I find?
Something pleasing to the eye?
An ornate dream awaits me,
And I beg to see,
Continuing to hungrily breathe the moments in and out 
And in.
 
Each second,
Every centimetre,
My reaching hands,
My claw-like fingers,
Closer and closer until:
Revelation!
 
Inside there is nothing,
Illusory, so potent.
I tear aside all crushed expectation within.
 
The thrill was most certainly in the pursuit,
The hunting,
It was within the chase,
And I realise that what my mind,
My imagination,
Can conjure up
Is far more magical and worthwhile than
Any gold or diamond or jewel sparkling within my eyes.
 
More than anything these material possessions can prove 
At a later date,
My internal world,
The breadth of my dreaming,
This is the true gift I should accept 
As a prized possession in my life,
It is irrevocably part of my healing.

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  • Poem: A Mirror of Blossoming Colours – 05/10/19

    Poem: A Mirror of Blossoming Colours – 05/10/19

     Stardust, starlight and blossom so bright,
     A mention of colours I see tonight
     Be they bold, subdued, or delicate, or brutal,
     I see them;
     Internally, I can feel them. 
      
     It is as though each colour has an emotion, 
     I assign a meaning to each shade, each hue,
     Only I absorb their meanings, 
     I can hear them,
     Can they feel my appreciation, too? 
      
     Like a beautiful tropical bloom in my sight,
     The combinations become heightened 
     As my emotions grow in power,
     There is nothing beyond my colours, 
     but an ephemeral fog which will last and obscure us 
     for a little while longer. 
      
     But the shades, oh, the shades, 
     How they make me feel such tender turmoil,
     Their assigned meanings remind me of
     The yearning years
     Where I was delicate and life was anything but simple.
      
     Where I ached for someone to truly notice my colours
     The uniqueness that my vibrancy displayed,
     How I wasted many years chasing other shades
     Not suited to me,
     Monochromatic in shade. 
      
     I thought they were right,
     I thought they would complement me,
     But my hues were too flamboyant and different,
     I wasn’t accepted -
     Always viewed as something other than wanted
     Usually indifferently, 
     An undesirable, unpopular oddity. 
      
     But now I can bloom with brilliance
     Just like this summoned flower before me
     In fact, it is as though it is my mirror
     Reflecting myself back at me.
      
     I no longer need to hide away,
     I can blossom and shine without doubt
     Without feeling afraid,
     The absence of approval is easy enough to do without,
     And my true self I do not need to disguise or hide away.

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  • Poem: Intertwined – 02/10/19

    Poem: Intertwined – 02/10/19

     Keep me warm, keep me warm, his heart said to me
     Hold me near, keep me close, his eyes spoke of his fears
     Love me tender, love me true, his lips formed his precious request
     Hold me near, love me more, never abandon,
     Appreciate me the most, never less. 
      
     As his hand slipped into mine,
     Intertwined fingers, 
     Yours and mine, he said with a smile.
     Love me eternally, I’m always here for you,
     Let us stay, let’s sit for a while.
      
     My hand casually relaxed upon his chest,
     Feeling his heart beating frantically,
     Was this how my love made him feel?
     Excitable, edgy, heightened, at its best?
      
     A racing heart and a raging mind can cause devastating effects,
     But he wasn’t of that type.
     He was perfect and he was mine.
      
     Instead I hold him, 
     Instead of him holding me,
     I nurture him, I cherish him, 
     Convince him that I will not leave. 
     
     This I do so without words, 
     With a simple but gentle touch
     Our hearts are intertwined like our fingers
     Together we have become.

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  • Poem: “The Angular Monstrosity” – 24/09/19

    Poem: “The Angular Monstrosity” – 24/09/19

     She rises from the depths
     from the phantom-riddled deep
     the angular monstrosity of the high North Sea.
      
     She attempts to make a show of her pride
     with the way she presents herself
     a reflection of the way she views her interior —
     her internal kaleidoscopic picture.
      
     As a beautiful creature with so much to offer
     she cannot understand why observers would shriek run and hide 
     when they would see her:
     Would they prefer she introverted, 
     and be the one to emotionally and physically hide?
      
     What was so terrifying with her
     means of angularity
     of differing degrees of separation —
     the very thought of her apparent failings
     caused her severe crippling anxiety.
      
     Was she truly less than perfection?
     Was her interior view an entire riddled mess?
     How could she bear to survive when before others
     she was viewed as unwanted, undeserving, severely unblessed?
      
     What it all came down to
     was an understanding of self-acceptance
     that there was nothing there for this angular being to
     reconsider in a negative means 
      
     nothing to make her feel her presence was
     unwarranted unnecessary completely underwhelming. 
      
     Instead her heart beats with renewed vigour 
     as we smile upon her, cheer her on,
     allow her to grow with her quiet confidence to reconsider
      
     that the negative views were borne of nothing true in reality
     and here she is in her beautiful angularity
     showing us her truths,
     in all her perfection and polarity of thoughts, feelings and views.   
      
     For we are all different but essentially we are one
     together our hearts can beat
     Our chest swollen with pride at knowing that
     we, like this beauty, 
     are the emotionally strong ones.
      
     And for those who are not quite there yet
     you will make it with some work 
     some trust
     some dispelling of inner hurt.
      
     You will make it, my friends,
     simply view our angular beauty as she 
     twists and turns her limbs in celebration
     of her personal development and love and acceptance which
     we truly must commend.

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