Lauren M. Hancock Poetry and Prose

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  • poem: robotic heart – 24/03/22

    poem: robotic heart – 24/03/22

    the standard rhythmic drum won’t work anymore,
    it’s not befitting to pound to the pulse of another’s heart,
    not when you alone know where to recommence –
    life truly is art.
    instead, her melodies, chosen to alternately warble about her,
    she and him, sometimes others, but back to him,
    a tear threatens to erupt
    from the dormant succession of her formerly frozen heart,
    it’s as though she should quash feelings
    signs of ‘weakness’
    true emotions we are never
    meant to see,
    express:
    where’s that opening to ravage,
    insert a rusted key…
    damaged, disasters,
    they went too far,
    whilst awaiting her to prepare
    to together look at the galaxy and her stars.
    she fell instead, nothing left to say, nothing more,
    to drag one’s name from the etched pavement,
    at least her time was predominately saved.
    that’s the thing of it, the matter
    throughout it all,
    she still possessed her beautifully poignant
    desire for a rapid rise to power.
    let us begin,
    all truths be told,
    hour by hour upon hours.
    © 2022 Lauren M. Hancock Poetry and Prose. All rights reserved.
    Artwork by 0fjd125gk87 from Pixabay.

  • 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: still the waters flow – 09/03/22

    poem: still the waters flow – 09/03/22


    Artwork by Lin Onus and Mandjad Productions “Michael and I are just slipping down to the pub for a minute” 2000

    (c) 2022 Lauren M. Hancock Poetry and Prose

    water, our life force,
    as important as the air we breathe,
    value this we must, nurture it, cherish it,
    we do, shall, see?

    water,
    an elemental force, her importance, we heed,
    countering roaring fires,
    hydrogen and oxygen calm, in part,
    but citizens harrowed and tired,
    fled and flee,

    forget these moments?
    never,

    we shall not,
    smoke lingering on the breeze.

    we as a nation banded together,
    and of elements,
    fire, earth, wind, water,
    we encountered and employed them,
    to ignore the strength of these,
    alone or together,
    we’d be ignorant,
    and repeated recollection –
    nightmarish,
    awakening, split seams.

    then the stagnant life
    where we were hidden away
    socialisation limited for our needs,
    closed work spaces,
    many months of solitude,
    from society, away, away!

    now, no major flames
    or tempests fanning another destructive force,
    no fire-forced movement – “Hades”,
    pentacle, downward swipe,
    instead again, lives lost,
    pictures, memories, animals, remembrances of families,
    destructed homes,
    now lakes and rivers overflow…
    when shall we be saved, when will we know?

    but there’s fluidity and a resilience within us all
    natural disasters will not keep us down
    we, Australians, are strong and homegrown
    brave and true, working together
    we save each other
    we rise up with others

    for bold is our connection with Mother Earth
    we respect her, we revere her, we are in awe of her
    its power, her mighty force
    for the power she provides
    and the strength and cruelty with which
    she can decimate,
    be present, or run and hide.

    like silken thread we ride her waves
    undulating untamed like the dingo
    and his friend ray
    the flames they’re battered by winds
    but we stay true,
    together, united, resilience sees us through.
    © 2022 Lauren M. Hancock Poetry and Prose. All rights reserved.
    Artwork by Lin Onus and Mandjad Productions “Michael and I are just slipping down to the pub for a minute” 2000

  • Poetic response: a flowering beauty – 04/03/22

    Poetic response: a flowering beauty – 04/03/22

    I explored @artsinmaroondah exhibition at Maroondah Federation Estate today and found this beautiful piece, “Poise and Pride”. Here is my poetic response to the talented, beautiful, and wonderful soul, Hsin Lin’s, “Poise and Pride” @helloinnerpeace.

    “a flowering beauty”
    (c) 2022 Lauren M. Hancock

    luxe curls cascade
    waves frame luminous face
    the blooms they blossom unto her,
    grace, reverent, safe,
    strong heart, more,

    her poise, pride and passion,
    delicate petals at her angelic core,
    she was born with trust to capture, listen
    no mauves to be seen near or far.

    only cyan blues and fuchsia tips and
    rich light bright living greens
    a yellowing spontaneity
    drip drab, no, drops of reverent expression
    there, ‘tween.
    so hear, so hark, so listen, envision,
    her pristine soul to be seen.
    (c) 2022 Lauren M. Hancock.

  • Fluidity is Mine – Published at Spillwords

    Fluidity is Mine – Published at Spillwords

    I am most honoured and delighted to share that I have been published at Spillwords as a featured poet. My sincerest gratitude to Dagmara K. and rest of the other editing department of Spillwords for this wonderful acceptance of my poem ‘Fluidity is Mine’.

    Please visit to read Spillwords here to read my poem. I hope you enjoy!

    Thank you kindly for reading.

  • darling love me do – 01/01/22

    darling love me do – 01/01/22

    Photo by cottonbro on Pexels.com

    darling, love me do.
    you promised to look after me, my heart, my soul you keep,
    you watch over me, gently stroke my hair, envelope protect my soul as I sleep
    and in wonderment I feel relaxed enough to release thy demons of starvation
    comfortable to freely eat
    junk food I can see, I can hold, taste, see, feel without disdain,
    without aggravation, it’s as though we were from yesterday

    remember those times we enjoyed those laughs,
    when we were wide eyed and smiling.
    like two gangly giraffes?

    My love, love, my wide eyed hope, allow me to provide the scope, I stared at you, and then I realised,
    I suddenly would know,

    you are the One. No other man would stay with me these tense terse hours, emergency department, demands shot, barked, fired. You know, you understand me, you are my hidden key, I have realised ever so slowly. That you’re the one for me. Forever be with me.
    Copyright © 2021 Lauren M. Hancock. All rights reserved.

  • 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.

    Copyright © 2021 Lauren M. Hancock. All rights reserved.
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  • Poem: A Second Wave? – 27/06/20

    Poem: A Second Wave? – 27/06/20

    The world is tense,
while some are
carefree,
 
double digits daily,
this is gravely worrying.
 
Have we become
too lax
with social distancing?
 
Family gatherings
with warm kisses
and hugs,
entering personal territory?
 
Outbreaks in
differing neighbourhoods,
participation in
public protesting:
some finger-point the blame,
 
as they fought for
rights and beliefs,
making strong, fervent points,
 
while some unknowingly
spread coronavirus,
while maybe mildly
or completely unaware,
 
are there truthfully
some who should wear
the blame?
 
Did anyone detect early sickness
and hold little concern for others,
and show no care?
  
Why didn’t they
stay at home?
Those with symptoms,
but those asymptomatic,
how could they have known?
 
Retreat into
the safety
of your house,
we don’t want
firm restrictions
back in place,
 
although at this point
it’s becoming
seemingly necessary,
 
isolation impending,
for me, you,
us and them.

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  • Poem: An Early Ode for Mother’s Day – 09/05/20

    Poem: An Early Ode for Mother’s Day – 09/05/20

    While we are separate,
our hearts are still all together.
We reach for means to communicate,
to strengthen the bonds between one another.
 
No matter the distance between us,
we know, we feel, we understand
that we are only a breath, a second away,
for those who are near and dear to us –
they are not so terribly far away.
 
We smile at each other through the pixel cameras,
we hear the hearty tone of laughter enrich the conversations,
we hear the witty banter,
the decidedly clever nattering,
of young, middle aged and old.
 
We care for those through these calls,
no matter that we cannot visit,
and if we try, we’ll see them through window panes,
smiling and waving again and again.
 
Separation is difficult,
it drains us, weighs heavily,
but it is for the better of all,
and soon, in the future,
hopefully there will be tentative good news
that a leader will be bringing.
 
But for now, allow us to keep one another in
our hearts and minds,
those bouquets of flowers glorified and bright,
delivered to cause great smiles,
Happy Mother’s Day tomorrow for all,
may all mums feel wonderful, appreciated,
no matter whether tomorrow or another date,
loved every day and every night.  
  
© 2020 Lauren M. Hancock. All rights reserved.
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  • Poem: Fireworks and Flames – 31/12/19

    Poem: Fireworks and Flames – 31/12/19

     While our nation burns,
 our fireworks are set to go ahead.
 Through the cameras, through our eyes, 
 we have watched 
 our bushland and towns and livestock ablaze.
  
 While thousands will gather to celebrate
 the burning brightness of spectacular sparkles,
 uncounted others bend their heads in sorrow,
 their lives in turmoil, for some, everything lost.
  
 As the masses will view the pretty, sparkling display
 keep in mind that today and others,
 brave men and women are risking their lives
 to save what is ours,
 
 what is burning to the ground,
 while you delight in viewing an uplifting display 
 remember to silently hold tribute to those 
 who are without on this New Year's Day. 
 
 © 2020 Lauren M. Hancock. All rights reserved.
 All images signed “LMH” 
 are copyrighted 2019-2020 by Lauren M. Hancock 
 and all rights reserved.

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