Lauren M. Hancock Poetry and Prose

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  • poem: cherished – 28/03/22

    the magic of the Universe calls
    spiral patterns curl
    reminding us of grandma,
    mother and child
    the lush serene nature
    of breath
    glows from Gaia’s glorious eyes
    enlivened spirits
    exploring elves
    glittering sprightly sprites.
    I am amazed by the clouded blue before me
    above rainbows threaten to fall
    magnificent oceans,
    raging and still, waiting
    for the next wet treasure from
    Nature’s dripping eyes
    a blessing unto the animals
    forest dwellers
    and rainforest homes
    deserts with Libyan sand
    and zircon from a mystical land we should roam;
    emerald green reflected in
    the water of savannah’s dreams.
    Magic all around
    this world we call home
    cherish it we must
    trees to shoot forth,
    the jungle cats
    sleek and pleased
    birds soar on high
    eagles rise, swans dive.
    Precious be the little bugs
    who escape most eyes
    rescued spiders then released from harm
    by hands who love them to hide
    entranced, enchanted
    by the world we have here
    already created for us
    respect Gaia
    let us not destroy this bliss
    remain spellbound
    know her
    love, seal Nature’s union with a kiss.

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  • The rise : today – 12/01/22

    my heart, oh my heart,

    it fills my mouth spills onto my chest

    a plethora of liquid love well blessed

    because I expelled those demons

    those pains those sufferings

    those feeling of inadequacy

    of needing to be noticed

    and appreciated by

    the lot of them

    I don’t need to be understood any longer

    I don’t need to be wise enough to be taken with

    another’s flow

    I can co-exist and breathe for god knows how long, alone,

    and one day perhaps true love I’ll know

    but I don’t yearn for it call for it

    beg for it every second every hour

    back then

    time was cheap

    worth but a dime

    and sailing through those wretched hours I did not

    enjoy myself,

    oh how I pined,

    my rejected being often soured.

    but now, now dear one listen to my strong deep

    pulsating sentiment

    grasp my pounding heart in your palms

    feel the heavenly treasure within

    I can see you catch your breath

    at acknowledging now

    not visually me but how strong I can permanently internally

    be

    I am useful I am present

    I am here and now

    reality is spilling forth

    I feel the correct rightful temperament.

    love will come in many forms

    it always has, always will,

    and I, here I take that swill

    a fill of luscious liquid

    here’s the drill

    I am satiating myself not with food

    but with cool calming water of wise knowledge and

    wonderment

    life is perfection

    but with another?

    perhaps there’s the time I will know soon enough,

    vibrancy with theirs, is what may be experienced,

    a piece of heaven truly sent..

    (04/12/21)

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  • Poem: personal astronomy – 12/12/21

    Poem: personal astronomy – 12/12/21

    as I speak, I wonder,
    what is there to gather from this world we inhabit?
    what is there to take away from it?
    to cherish, to treasure from it?
    so much to glean so many concepts felt, seen
    and thriving is this feeling I have within me
    for I have grown wiser from my experiences
    played puppet and now I dance the strings with ease
    it’s electrifying to know that I can direct my movements
    rest assured, Life is calling,
    finally,
    and I am welcomed by it.

    there is no chance that I’ll allow it to
    pass me by again
    or wreak havoc on my heart and mind
    allow others to observe, perhaps gain,
    it’s not their fault any more than it is mine,
    human nature can be cruel,
    and unkind.

    selfish gains were proceeds
    and my life seemed unworthy
    moments taken from me
    but I gave and I gave
    like rolling pebbles I threw moments away
    and now I reign and roar –
    this World I explore.

    so many experiences, so many instances
    so many to love to appreciate to share knowledge with
    creativity to become more learned shared growth
    and brightness personified fills my irises
    pupils engorged selfish eyes
    I will
    take. my. fill
    and my heart screams with passion,
    so shrill.

    I wish I had learned earlier how to be a participant
    and take my taste,
    that its not about receiving but giving also,
    to others we must respect and kneel
    and equality will soon reign when I realise
    what is now staring me in the face:
    Love, Life, Personal Astronomy,
    travel the stars moon sun planets of my heart and my soul
    ever so freely…
    (11/12/21)
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  • Poem: Rain Dance – 29/08/21

    Poem: Rain Dance – 29/08/21

    Though the clouds are heavy with sadness,
    I look to them not with madness,
    but with joy, irreverent laughter
    and thrown wide open arms.

    Calling them,
    cajoling them,
    to gush forth with their tears
    so I can dance away ‘neath their offerings,
    jive away my encumbering fears.

    We won’t be held inside forever,
    we won’t be made to rot,
    we won’t be isolated, friends and extended family
    far from us,
    look to the future, misery it is not.

    When the clouds break into their grumblings,
    their downpour speaking of their expelled sufferings,
    I will stay washed all squeaky-clean in morning,
    falling, I view joyous watery callings.

    It’s all in the perspective, is it not?
    I view their drops with mirth,
    for I love to dance and I love to fly among
    the puddles made of liquified dirt.

    Optimism for our future,
    lockdown won’t last for life,
    embracing the spirit of the watery clouds,
    underneath the pitter-patter I feel so alive.

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  • Poem: Blessed – Spoken Word and Text – 13/07/20

    Poem: Blessed – Spoken Word and Text – 13/07/20

    Audio: Blessed 
    I am blessed here,
in a home so warm and loving,
no matter if it’s empty,
aside from myself,
I can feel the love lingering,
it is forthcoming.

It reaches,
grabs hold like little hungry fingers
would reach for a
snack or chocky milk,
enveloping around me,
arms tight and strong
and true,
like a relationship that
may not fall apart
because the path there was willingly learned,
to be calm and respectful, too.

I am quiet here,
though my fingers tap and compose,
I am strong here,
I don’t need the scent of mature, picked lilies or daffodils,
a single beautiful rose.

I’ve suffered in silence,
and I’ve been subjected to much,
but I won’t allow rigid experiences to permeate any further,
I’ve been in a dither, I’ve been bothered,
and honestly now I am
blessed in this house,
upon all hours.

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  • Prose Poetry: The Beckoning Seascape – 01/04/20

    Prose Poetry: The Beckoning Seascape – 01/04/20

    I wonder what it would be to live like in the sea, surrounded by clown fish and anemones, and smiling jellyfish that could sting as they please. Floating past little krill and tiny bright fish, I consider what my role would be in this charming, pristine, cobalt, irreverent water. I rise up and down, parading before no one, yet swollen, the swells, around me, the waves recede, their special charisma is innumerable, anything but singular simplicity.
 
I carry on with my journey – I notice my mermaid’s tail – so beautiful and sparkling, each seascape coloured scale, and I understand that I am here in a manner of being so-very blessed, my countenance shows my solemnity and gratitude that am present, here, watching the ecosystem seemingly perform for me.
 
But, the truth is, that this world will keep on turning with or without my presence, I am here but as a visitor whom the Sea has invited with ambivalence, seemingly uncaring of whether I am here nor there, because she knows, and I know, that while I am watching the sharks parade with ominous delight, taking in the sea coral so bright which pushes away the pain it could cause another who didn’t understand its potential, and the larger fish, whose species I do not know, yet who capture my eyes and imagination that I cannot stop but stare and be enthralled. 

No, I thank this Sea for willing me, for beckoning me in her own way. To envision that which she has to offer, the sanctity of herself open for inspection, just for me, just one set of eyes, that are not prying but are filled with ardour, accompanied by a heart which is so very amazed.
 
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  • Prose Poetry: The Stormy Sky – 28/03/20

    Prose Poetry: The Stormy Sky – 28/03/20

    I sit by my window and stare at the sky. There is nothing more beautiful in this very moment that I can capture, nothing else which can cause my heart to swell with appreciation. The clouds, they gather in wisps and blobs – light though, they are – they have this sort of moodiness about them, this white and grayness culminating in the distance.

I am pleased with my seated position, for here I can observe that which I wish to, the land of kingdoms above, and the land below, that which we are blessed to walk upon. I smile to myself at knowing that one day, I will be permitted to enter the kingdom above, a knowledge that makes me feel such warmth inside, I cannot adequately describe the feeling. 

Thus, I relax, and observe, and suddenly two gulls pass by and through my vision. The sea is such a calming place, even when the wind is gusting and the nearby sand dunes are throwing speckles of sand onto the skin of my face, I still can appreciate it, I am glad that I live here. These gulls are a sign of hope: they are out foraging, no doubt. They are alive and well, just as we are, within our isolated worlds. It is a necessity to be alone sometimes, and I know that this precious time can be taken to understand and hold gratitude toward everything positive presented to me in life. Even the negative, I surmise, because these experiences have taught me lessons.

I continue to stare at the sky, the clouds now gathering angrily: cumulus, fierce, dark. It is as though they are forewarning of a time when my mind will grow stormy, the thoughts clouded in my crammed mind. Sometimes there are too many, they stagnate within my skull, washing away the peace and tranquillity which was originally there to be felt and observed.

And suddenly, through the open pane, the first smell of rain permeates into my nostrils, that deep soil-like odour, mixed with the humidity of the pavement. I relish this scent; I have cherished it from years prior, during my childhood where it reminded me of the pre-empting of some of the most glorious and appreciated downpours ever to be seen. I wish to dance in the rain, you see. Unfortunately, this cannot be.

Instead, I watch a new pair of birds soar and duck and dive, their forms so delightfully wonderful, streamlined and sheer perfection. Sometimes I wish I were one of those birds, if only for a moment. I could fly to my heart’s content, and never feel the need to further understand my yearning for it. But in a few seconds, they are gone, and I am left with their vision in my mind’s eye. Their freedom mimics that which beats within my heart, a desire, a yearning, for freedom outside the closed doors.

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  • Poem: Overlooked – 06/03/20

    Poem: Overlooked – 06/03/20

    We so often overlook those who should be
treasured in our lives,
those stoic, and brave, and loving,
and loyal,
who are there for us to lean upon,
exclusive and selective,
they’ve been chosen and choose to be 
continually here for us.
 
Yet our hearts pull away,
they are failing in many measures,
to look after the meaning,
the extended love,
we have no gratitude for some of our beings.
 
Whether we are horrid, cruel or unkind,
for whatever reason,
there is this created divide,
and daughters and mothers,
sons and fathers,
cousins and uncles,
and brothers and sisters,
lovers and best friends,
the allegiances becoming visibly divisible,
the divides unlikely to aid the other
whom is extending their hand or arm to the another.
 
And how their stomachs twist and turn at understanding
their love has been thrust forth and away
into a circumstantial day where their 
emotions and concern
are withering, forgotten,
lost,
by the foibles of the intended receiver,

and there are moments where one of the parties 
simply wishes to crack,
due to the bitter betrayal cast with 
little thought by the receiver,
and sadness, depression will set in,
perhaps it’ll take months to repair the trust
and break down those walls.
 
So easily we can pass over
but so easily we can be passed over ourselves,
if only we opened our hearts to true love and comfort,
we’d understand those close to us in our lives,
even further,
they hold only the best intentions for ourselves.
 
So quieten down our passive animosity
and maybe they'll accept that sometimes 
some are unwilling to be reached,
perhaps in time our barriers will open,
the gates parting ways
and permission to let another inside our hearts and minds
will be accepted,
these moments will be everything,
this is when truthful emotions will be well received.  
 
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  • Poem: Everyone May Be Busy – 28/02/20

    Poem: Everyone May Be Busy – 28/02/20

    Sometimes I enjoy being on my own,
Meditating on my thoughts,
Or lack thereof.
The feeling of openness which can be brought forth by
Simple introversion,
Viewing what is within.
 
While I could be content with such a mode,
Often I yearn for the compatibility of others,
My close friends,
My living champions,
Those who were always there to hold my hand
During illness,
During pain,
During loss and strife.
 
The meaningless banter is not so meaningless at all,
For through the eyes of an outsider,
My bond with others may seem thin,
Weak,
Something which can underwhelm,
 
But they don’t see beyond the front of our projected image
In fact, they see nothing at all,
Because what is occurring beneath the surface
Is like duck’s feet whirring –
From the surface,
The effort you cannot tell. 
 
Everyone may be busy,
And I’ll be bereft with my intent,
That understanding I must cope by myself,
To allow these hours to pass by,
Tick, tock, slowly spent,

But when I’m in the glory of the light of my loved ones,
We shine, shine, shine,
No one is busy anymore,
Except with one another,
We’ll grow and laugh
And shine some more,
This is our time.  

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  • Poem: I loved her from the moment she put pen to paper – 21/02/20

    Poem: I loved her from the moment she put pen to paper – 21/02/20

    I loved her from the moment she put pen to paper.
Her heartfelt poetry just sang and sang,
like a robin whose eggs have presently been laid,
a proud woman she is,
I loved her from the moment she put pen to paper.
 
She sought the times when her heart
ached, flowed, and ebbed,
she wrote and wrote of how her integrity had been exploited and foolishly spent,
her tales of young and old and precious emotions set in stone,
she quietly wonders to herself: will I ever be known?
I love her regardless, for the words she pens and owns.
 
Strike not the elements which assist her upon her path,
relish not the pain and suffering which she’ll detail as it
dwells, not departs,
and understand that she exposes beyond her flesh,
her raw insides,
her twisted bone, meat and sinew,
realise that she does this all
so she’s not required to live behind a guise.
 
I love her eternally for how she soars with and alongside her words,
peddles her emotions back and then forth,
makes them breathe with intent and love,
adoring her as she adores her world,
no matter how stiffly or difficult it can be at times
for it to turn.
 
World, spin upon your axis, so she can continue to thrive,
release her from her demons,
to detail the purging, exorcising, from her life!
Allow her to remain fiery yet soft,
tender and loved,
outspoken and muted,
all contradictions imbued.  

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