Lauren M. Hancock Poetry and Prose

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  • Poem: vivid radiance – 30/11/21

    Poem: vivid radiance – 30/11/21

    look at this breath
    this baby’s hum and warmth
    permeating the surface of peonies on show
    i cannot care any more than I already do
    for this exquisite view
    simplicity
    between hearts wrought,
    tapestries bursting, sewn full.

    my soul speaks of the injustice
    of being made to wait so many years
    but here I am
    willing, able, ready,
    I live my life, in full,
    with another I need not yearn
    nor contemplate
    for if the right being
    soul
    spirit
    soars floats,
    temporarily, ephemeral, my way
    I’ll be gracious and kind and understanding,
    welcome them solemnly to further stay.

    a flitting of gossamer I spot at the corner
    of my harking perceptive eyes
    the signs of sprites waiting to celebrate
    a meeting set to occur with ease?

    I can only hope
    but carry on, carry on,
    there is no need for stomach to yearn nor churn
    seasonally thoughts will gather
    and perhaps an encounter, chanced, will please, occur.

    for now though
    full am I within for the righteous will appear
    or vanish whenever they want to surprise or delight me,
    there is little right in holding expectations
    to beings who live so free,
    brandishing hope and understanding
    time precious time
    will help me
    allow me,
    willingly to see.
    (30/11/21)   
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    Photo by Zulmaury Saavedra on Unsplash

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  • Poem: living fate – 16/11/21

    Poem: living fate – 16/11/21

    greedily I take that Fate
    wash me down take selection of late
    admiringly I grin, accepting the moment
    just that while
    this is a date

    I take his hand he offers me
    I feel less alone but I don’t need
    another to adore me
    but commonplace these emotions be?
    I just need the ability to continue to breathe
    without any nuances or heaving consumptives
    my chest is burning from exertion
    much intrepid condemnation
    and what I must say is that I am
    aware enough for all of them,
    caught off guard will I never be
    gullibility and naivety
    no no no
    it’s hard to break well-worn habits
    but this is the way it must be
    my friends, my dearests, what is it that compels me
    what is it that draws me
    to complicate the procedure of Life?
    Surely there is no need:
    to live simply and happily is the aim
    it is enough


    I am we are it is enough the way we are/am,
    slash this need for conformity and accept
    the wholeness of Fate,
    strength within, outwardly cheeky expression,
    I am living living living
    so joyous, no need for rubbish.
    Complications can stay out of
    my life.
    (16/11/21)
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    Photo by Kayra Sercan on Unsplash

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  • Poem: uncontrollable – 13/11/12

    Poem: uncontrollable – 13/11/12

    the uncontrollable nature
    as the shades begin to groan
    blossom apparently in fruition
    but aching in a row
    floral paper-maché, delicate yet growing stronger
    i cannot hold myself together
    unlike the kaleidoscope
    i succumb i fall under

    what is left but my wavering resolve
    shaking with anticipation
    my heart it aches it moans
    it’s existing in the screaming drivel of itself
    to annihilate everything before me
    i want need have to delve

    the brightness of the blooms are belligerent
    with their cheery disposition
    contradictory in nature to my demeanour
    i cannot begin to fathom
    the aftermath
    the dangers
    what am i doing to myself
    i wonder
    is there any intention or point in analysing
    sheer contemplation?
    place these moments away high on the shelf.
    (12/11/21)
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    Painting by Lauren M, Hancock, copyright 2021

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  • Poem: Perhaps I’ll Change – 06/10/21

    Poem: Perhaps I’ll Change – 06/10/21

    Ordinarily,
    I’d change
    for the better,
    like I know I should.
    Glancing into a reflection,
    puddle, stigmatised mud,
    confounded,
    when shall I continue
    truthfully and good?
    I know,
    as I stare at myself
    that changes are to
    occur more often
    than not,
    but how hard
    will it be
    for us to move forward
    if certain thoughts
    cannot be wrought,
    or refashioned –
    remembering?
    I’d rather not.

    My heart pounds;
    is it caffeine or
    my fluctuations,
    my urge?
    A desire to rid myself,
    purge myself free
    from the scourge
    of daily intent,
    perfection in
    whatever forms
    must be revealed,
    must be seen,
    and I can only
    handle the odd,
    hollow feeling
    for a certain timed
    moment of what
    has already been.

    With my very own eyes,
    with that arresting gaze
    that meets mine,
    I can only understand
    the thought patterns if
    I were to purposefully
    put myself behind
    another’s guise,
    but is it warranted?
    To understand?
    Completely, wholly?
    My empty hands,
    fill them with
    useful knowledge so I can
    finally see?
    I don’t want to,
    need to know,
    no more shall I
    travel through pathways,
    neural journeys that
    I’ve already seen,
    done,
    gone,
    been.

    The past is a determiner for not
    resurrecting a future.
    I need no scenes.

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  • Poem: Prosperous Knowing – 28/08/21

    Poem: Prosperous Knowing – 28/08/21

    While there may be times,
    occasions,
    where our world eases it way out of a desired page,
    when the messages sent our way are not the type
    that we would want to have saved,
    why, we wonder, is our pathway so twisted,
    so many offshoots for us to forcibly explore?
    I’ll tell you this,
    we must map this path stridently,
    assuredly capture it as ours.

    Do not wander down garden paths
    that seem too delectable to be,
    neither stride down avenues that tempt and tease
    with outrageously perfect dreams,
    for life requires us to work, and work hard,
    and the blessings that are granted to us,
    we will accept them with open arms.

    Understand the wisdom we encapsulate
    while struggling and experiencing ease of flowing,
    momentous knowing in that we are not
    limited by our past incorrect understandings,
    moving into one path, one street,
    one highway, with prosperous thinking,
    I enable myself with wandering and openly flowing,
    how will you carry yourself in that path you are at last knowing?
    With beauty of inner understanding?
    Or proud stature, stately knowing?

    While we are complete the way that we are,
    there is always room for improvements,
    in the manner that I know we are capable of,
    personal growth, consciousness, our development,
    soul journeying as we’d never known it.
    Now’s the time for us to find it,
    for this mission, this power,
    for us to embrace and enable it.  

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  • Poem: Interior – 11/08/21

    Poem: Interior – 11/08/21

    The fullness in my belly
    tells me how blessed
    I am to smile,
    to grin until cheeks ache,
    what madness,
    corners of lips will remain
    widow-peaked,

    I’m grateful for the satisfaction
    which comes from not being
    lonely and hollow,
    many yesterdays,
    potential tomorrows
    promised to be laden with
    such sorrow.

    But I have changed mindsets,
    it is nothing short of amazing,
    withholding health from myself, I had,
    now, pleasantries, luxuriating,
    I would not allow myself to
    experience any possible bliss,
    deprivation, for firm reasons,
    and now I’ve relaxed,
    relinquishing control,
    what personal power this is.

    It should matter not,
    should not be all about,
    what one looks like
    to the world,
    how one presents is only
    one sheen, lustre,
    shimmer of a pearl,

    what we are made up of,
    the interior,
    our strength,
    our power,
    our desires,
    truth of the matter,
    these are what really matter.

    Disgruntled nature within,
    cataclysmic, self-loathing,
    hatred growing,
    wanting, desiring, that physical
    changing,
    but it is with true consciousness
    that we should be engaging,
    not just with the world
    but ourselves,
    power-pressing up against
    closing-in walls,
    free yourself,
    it’s truly triumphant
    to be strong in this world.

    No longer aiming for tiny,
    but aiming for happy and healthy,
    already halfway there,
    won’t I growl a prized cacophony?

    I can be anything I want to be,
    and I choose to be me,
    the only authentic form,
    shape, person
    in this world
    that I can truly be.

    © 2021 Lauren M. Hancock. All rights reserved.
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  • Chapbook Release Day! – ‘Keepsakes of Hope and Despair’ by Lauren M. Hancock

    Chapbook Release Day! – ‘Keepsakes of Hope and Despair’ by Lauren M. Hancock

    I am excited to announce the release of my first chapbook today, ‘Keepsakes of Hope and Despair’, published by Ginninderra Press, in the Picaro Poets series. Many thanks to series editor, Brenda Eldridge, and publisher Stephen Matthews OAM for giving me this wonderful opportunity to have my work made available in print. I am very grateful to have had my work accepted by Ginninderra Press.

    This is my second publication. My first book ‘Our Whimsical World: Illustrated Stories’ was self-published in 2019.

    I wrote my chapbook ‘Keepsakes of Hope and Despair’ during a lengthly COVID-lockdown last year, and it was a cathartic experience for me to deal with some often painful, but also some hopeful memories and experiences of my past while in this lockdown.

    It was a means of expelling and coming to terms with some things that had been lingering in the back of my mind for some years.

    ‘Keepsakes of Hope and Despair’ is available for purchase at Ginninderra Press to Australian residents only. International copies can be purchased through me personally.





  • Poem: Rested Mind – 10/02/21

    Poem: Rested Mind – 10/02/21

    We went through isolation, 
    lockdown for many months, 
    we craved human interaction, 
    now I treasure tranquillity for myself. 

    Being stuck between four walls
    had caused me much distress, 
    now I enjoy the hush of it — 
    instrumental to my peace,
    the meditative nature of my success. 

    It’s not that I don’t treasure
    time spent with family and friends, 
    it’s not that I’m not grateful
    that many restrictions were able to end. 

    However, I’ve learned to accept and appreciate
    time alone, by myself,
    quietness I’d never yearned to find, 
    a busy calendar?
    No, a rested, calmed body, life, and mind in themselves.

    © 2021 Lauren M. Hancock. All rights reserved. 
    Photo by Zoltan Tasi on Unsplash

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  • Poem: The Search – 04/02/21

    Poem: The Search – 04/02/21

    Tree-man gathers and smiles in the plains that are his own, 
    shrubs and bushes alongside also grin and rustle, 
    they watch as he explores his land, 
    attends to the fallen leaves as gently as if each were a sacred sign, 
    they are, in fact, because they’re quietly home grown. 

    Each delicate marking, 
    each unique shade of yellow, brown or green makes his
    heart swoon, 
    his mood heady 
    for he is seeking his queen, 
    a tree-lady whom he can share his life with, 
    not just as his own.

    But there are few tree-people in this land, 
    they’re a rarity as such, 
    in fact, he’s only viewed his family, 
    never had the opportunity to reach forth to another tree-person
    to embrace or touch. 

    He’s been searching so long for that leafy being who will 
    meld with his heart, 
    to accept the language of his artful words, 
    his kindly soul, 
    his hopeful spirit and warming eyes crossed with subtle stars.

    His journey has taken him high and low, 
    and deep within, there’s a part of him which knows
    that there may never be that tree-lady waiting out there for him, 
    but he accepts this as potential truth, 
    doesn’t weep, 
    doesn’t sigh, 
    he is strong enough within himself to know that 
    he can carry on happily,
    and perhaps the dreamed-off meeting is secretly nigh. 

    Meeting someone would just make his life all the more complete. 

    © 2021 Lauren M. Hancock. All rights reserved. 
    Image drawn by myself, copyright 2021.

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  • Poem: Personal Growth and Sunshine – 31/01/21

    Poem: Personal Growth and Sunshine – 31/01/21

    The sunshine drips through my windowpane, 
    illuminating, brightening, my heart, my mind, 
    I am finally at peace, 
    there’s no need to search nor find, 
    I am satisfied, satisfied 
    with the breath of my life, 
    my soul it feels so light and kind. 

    Nevermore will I search arduously, 
    high and low, 
    painful, the path impatient but slow 
    for completion through others, 
    through acceptance and approval, 
    why, what is the point in it all?

    External throes, 
    moments wrestling in mental snow, 
    lack of understanding in ways that weren’t meant to be known. 

    I am within my aura of acceptance, 
    there’s a certain feeling of knowing and being, 
    truth and understanding,
    being comfortable within oneself is actually somewhat amazing, 
    this growth has occurred seemingly quickly, 
    but it has been many years in stagnant making, 
    unseen anticipation, 

    and now I’m finally here, 
    it’s time to work on others things, 
    but always being thankful and grateful for everything I have, 
    and the events, trials and tribulations I’ve experienced and seen, 

    I must know that there were others playing supportive hands too, 
    but most of all, 
    maturity and experiences have helped me make it through,
    I am blessed, 
    not the member of a group who felt unfairly damned.

    © 2021 Lauren M. Hancock. All rights reserved. 
    Photo by Wes Hicks on Unsplash

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