Lauren M. Hancock Poetry and Prose

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  • collaboration: the sea-faring page and the empress – Braeden Kennedy and Lauren M. Hancock – 19/03/22

    collaboration: the sea-faring page and the empress – Braeden Kennedy and Lauren M. Hancock – 19/03/22

    Thank you so much to my good friend and fellow Melbourne creative, Braeden Kennedy (@bak_doodlin_away) on Instagram) for drawing this amazing piece of art for me to set a poem to.

    I am powerful, he affirms himself
    creative, talented,
    incredible, and different,
    the cool sea-blue surrounding his
    heart, mind, and soul,
    cerulean blue, seascape days
    calms him as he
    calls upon the sign of the angels
    exhibited by the sun’s rays.
    warmed by their love
    their guidance from up above,
    he basks in their glory
    and feels the connection from outside
    and deep within,
    it will last, he tells himself,
    a cruel voice sniggers from afar –
    “if only, you think…”
    manipulations from the other side
    another world perhaps
    alternative rides,
    taking a ride on the train
    with these characters,
    he won’t forget,
    their words often
    harsh, grating, snide.
    one, passes, thrusts a handful of
    tarot cards before him,
    apparently he’s a seafaring page and
    she the empress?
    he shan’t grow unfocused,
    with his art, he won’t digress
    with his guiding spirit
    he soars away from
    the clownfish and the sea
    the mermaids,
    the distractions,
    the memories which do not please,
    and from within
    he calls again to angels
    to allow his creativity to breathe…
    (c) 2022 Poem by Lauren M. Hancock @laurenm.hancock

    Artwork by Braeden Kennedy @bak_doodlin_away & @bak_animations

    Please visit, like, share and support Braeden’s artwork! He is so talented and his artwork so unique. Thanks once again, it was great to work with you on this, my friend.

  • poem: kookaburras – 07/03/21

    poem: kookaburras – 07/03/21

    Kookaburras sing their laughter, two fighting for acknowledgement, one with the other, and galahs smile with their cheeky beaded eyes winking, oh my! and the lorikeets feast on our figs, damn it! Mum wants to know WHY. Why is it they are so greedy, sitting on the boughs so precious, looking for something delicious for a bird so pretty, one two flew the coup, out the nest, and well, life is just beginning. Slowly, slowly, starstruck, one is startled and soars to hide but her presence is noted, taken, assessed and made begotten, wondering what did she do to be ignored by hand holding little buttons?

    There is the cryptic and here within are the clues, of life we must undertake many different, many hues, I am certain that there will be challenges, here now I acknowledge the twittering magpies who always stay home with their children, and knowing their loyalty, I know our pills must be taken in order for the positive side of myself to inevitably be spoken and seen.

    Bespoke I was obsessed with but I must take nature in, for what she is, I am not truly a tempestuous thing, nor the tempest, not in reality, but here, I must feel the wind, the breath, and understand I am truly blessed and my life I can renew, and once again begin.
    © 2022 Lauren M. Hancock Poetry and Prose. All rights reserved.
    07/03/22
    Image by Sandid on Pixabay

  • poem: perform – 28/02/22

    poem: perform – 28/02/22


    by Lauren M. Hancock
     
    I wanna dance the night away
    away from the tirades and smiles and the drains
    from the bastards and the potions and the trees that won’t
    bend to them
    the portentous little rascals who think they have the best of them.

    I won’t dance in the ocean, no, no,
    I won’t dance in the lukewarm sea,
    I won’t float in the bubbles where the fish might surface
    without mermen
    I won’t dance in the ocean
    I won’t toil, succumb to the lot of them.

    What I will do is this,
    I’ll prance to Schumann and Liszt
    and Tchaikovsky and Rachmaninov
    Prokofiev and Dvorak,
    and then Mozart and Handel will grasp my heart
    with the lot of them
    I will perform Bruch and Lalo
    and beg, no, beg, for future, golden tomorrows.

    My violin, its fingerboard, blacker than the devil’s sin
    demons alive within, won’t you reign them in?
    And listen to my talent, reinstated through
    tyrannous hard work,
    I’ll make it, I’ll make it,
    you’ll see, this body will perform.
    © 2022 Lauren M. Hancock Poetry and Prose. All rights reserved.
    Image from Pixabay  

  • Artwork: light and shade – 24/02/22

    Artwork: light and shade – 24/02/22

    Original artwork by myself (c) 2022 Lauren. Hancock. All rights reserved.
  • Artwork: bubbles – 23/02/22

    Artwork: bubbles – 23/02/22

    Original artwork by myself. (c) 2022. Lauren M. Hancock. All rights reserved.

  • Sketch: green dancer in motion

    Sketch: green dancer in motion

    The green dancer in motion: original artwork by myself (c) 2022 Lauren M. Hancock Poetry and Prose
  • Poem: chosen tapestry – 25/12/21

    Poem: chosen tapestry – 25/12/21

    I smile to myself for I see true potential in all
    the kings and the queens the flowers and the bees
    the people who epitomise the opening of hearts
    I can now see
    I connect with others in differing ways
    but each encounter each word smile breath
    does amaze
    I feel the human spirit sing
    I am not afraid to live on the edge
    tread the thread
    live laugh learn
    and finding out my personal truths

    I need to do what is meant to be
    what has already been seen
    in the tapestry of God
    up in His arms he smiles benevolently upon
    the woven garb he wears and eyes lower toward me
    proudly with an attitude so knowingly
    He loves me just as he loves the rest of the world
    and enables me to heal my wings with others’ love and time
    and now I can gently rise
    increment by feather-step and tip
    I breathe the atmosphere in
    wondrous setting no more stagnant stolen feeling
    I am not confused I am just healing
    loving and being
    this world I am embracing.

    Copyright © 2021 Lauren M. Hancock. All rights reserved.
    Photo by Damian Markutt on Unsplash

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    Merry Christmas to all, have a wonderful day with friends and family! ❤ 🙂 – Lauren




  • Poem: reflection – 13/12/21

    Poem: reflection – 13/12/21

    haven’t always been the best person
    haven’t perpetually been the kindest human
    in times of pain I lash out and let them have it
    my heart, wounded, dripping by the bloodied scourge
    and the very dagger sliced into my fragile ego
    drips drip drippps with overt sentiment and angry vehemence
    how dare I be slighted my mind will scream
    how dare I be wronged my pride shall call
    but the truth is, there are two sides to every story,
    and I can’t always be stuck playing, rewinding Side B
    hours and hours on repeat,
    lyrically paining.

    Side A has some truth to it, and best acknowledge,
    acknowledge the words permeating, winding
    so freely, because,
    there’s no point in dwelling on a broken empty situation
    which has no love for progress, for gratitude, for positivity
    nor feeling blessed.
     
    although what is love when pieces are sharper than
    fierce puppy needle teeth
    piercing my very being and allowing me to see, to see,
    that my latent anger, my fiercely wrought armour,
    my defences guarding were no longer needed,
    BUT, why look to the past, it’s something to learn from, yes,
    but I do not need to allow it to grace my world again.
    they are gone, never again to be seen, not even if the mouths
    of the world yawned open to engulf me,
    or perhaps, in their own twisted way,
    reward me.
    Copyright © 2021 Lauren M. Hancock. All rights reserved.
    (12/12/21)

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  • Poem: disarmed – 12/12/21

    Poem: disarmed – 12/12/21

    change is as impermanent as the irreverent footsteps
    brushing against the floorboards  
    then carpeted pavement
    travelling toward the bedroom door for a glimmer
    of your strength as your heart it beats quietly in slumber
    days well spent days well spent
    I sigh to myself for I see the journey within your nightly trials
    in your eyes sparkles glimmer
    alterations to be observed and saved
    soul shimmers

    you altered your life path
    you designed a new trial to be outlasted and
    mistakes made wittingly
    aside and cast
    you grew in redemption
    a beautiful soul reflection
    sewn regeneration
    flowering ascension
    imperfect connections
    yet perfect corrections
    as bold and wondrous as the claret flowing through
    your bursting spirit
    your special soul
    need I, dare I mention?
    the colours of your fall,
    the shade of your winter soul,
    the spring in your flowering steps,
    the beautiful summer sunset,
    you are evolving as you become the centre,
    the One,
    I’m torn – do I let you sleep
    or wake you, embrace you,
    snuffling warmth?

    I just want to encourage you
    congratulate you
    for the change that’s become of you
    your flight path
    nothing to fear
    no harm,
    you’ve made it through the danger zone
    and blissfully
    grinningly
    I see you hovering and soaring above
    that former storm.
    well done, my lovely,
    well done.
    my heart you have eternally disarmed.  
    (09/12/21)
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  • Poem: dirty fatigue – 11/12/21

    Poem: dirty fatigue – 11/12/21

    fatigue washes over me
    like a deadly dirty sin
    engulfing me embodying me
    takes its fill of me in
    my vision how it blurs
    swaying leaning I reach forth
    unintentionally, of course
    im falling im falling in a manner
    completely unacceptable
    breaking me
    there’s no such thing as monotony

    I fall asleep in place
    sitting up
    apparent hours minutes seconds seem to race
    i’m broken yet oddly assured that I’ll at least
    succeed at gaining some rest
    the writing that ordinarily takes ten minutes to pen
    fifteen minutes left until the almost-full hour
    disjointed thoughts and messages jotted
    now to entertain.

    I will not cry I will not moan
    victim mentality is not in my being known
    I do not know why I am suffering this way
    though, three to four hours a night
    each rest is broken like shattered pavement
    beneath my bare toes

    concentration is a joke
    my eyes my mind travels
    traverse their own wanderlust
    and walking ahead upon a path
    noticing men and women canoodling
    at half-mast
    I cannot ascertain fully what is occurring
    inside my brain
    though I suspect, ascertain, hypomanic is
    the state.

    shall we lead into mania,
    I wonder to myself,
    this polar extreme highlighted by my fervent actions
    frantically creating unto myself
    but there comes a point where I must
    Slow. It. Down.
    I do not know I do not know
    how to escape this vicious cycle
    or, am I meant to simply deal with it
    on my own?

    the moral support which
    could be provided
    is severely unacceptable
    for some assessments are rubbish
    wanting me to be under a yowling’s affair
    instead:
    tik tok tik tok laissez-faire
    rare visitations to my foreign bed.

    Original artwork by myself.
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    (10/12/21)

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