Lauren M. Hancock Poetry and Prose

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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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  • darling love me do – 01/01/22

    darling love me do – 01/01/22

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    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.
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  • Poem stream: premonition – 31/12/21

    Poem stream: premonition – 31/12/21

    I dance with momentous energy
    flying through the silver screen
    calling to thee and welcoming, see
    the seer within me drives to flee

    and wanton moments desirous times
    fly and wind designing mine
    and I realise the calling the calling of the designated stalling
    is in the horses radiance
    the unicorns fallings

    she understands knows the truth is at hand
    unravelling the dictations of the universe
    control shift COMMAND

    the crystals reflecting your flash is as smooth

    as the cerulean blue in my heart for you
    but darling see this moment,
    this tirade this flight this path and know that I am the one for you
    I am the one who calls with truth
    I am the one being stalked sold for you
    because, because the world
    is not right without our charms
    refresh the page,
    anew.
    (31/12/21)
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  • Poem: deviation – 29/12/21

    Poem: deviation – 29/12/21

    the times are confusing my dear
    I stare him down in the face
    commonplace, commonplace? Perplexed, no, this world can be full of hate.
    there are jerusalems and narnias and picturesque scenes and wild wild cars
    the darkness darkness speaks to us
    while the light within calls to her

    she speaks in riddles and rhymes
    envelopes the times
    the signs the whines the styles keep trickling into their den
    but the foxes they won’t make amends
    and the wolves they call to them
    they chuckle to themselves, those gods,
    those cryptologists whom seek:
    while we are up in arms.

    we clear the courses,
    delicately, and with charms.
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  • Poem: ancient ties – 28/12/21

    Poem: ancient ties – 28/12/21

    we construct words like a pyre of immense ire waltzing around names like sand does with the hours
    Horus didn’t foretell but he surely proclaimed a name
    without mentioning syllables
    syllables proclaim this tongue untamed!
    I speak in riddling rhyme like a phoenix a sphinx who is up in arms
    the gatekeeper need not whisper a sound
    for I, I am the cat with nine plus lives and I will never, never, die by a hand so brutish and untamed
    I’ll remain at large.
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  • 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.

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




  • Poem: delirium -22/12/21

  • poem: wonder – 20/12/21

    poem: wonder – 20/12/21

    I don’t wonder about the beauty of the moonlight
    I never question the luminosity of the stars
    what they mean when they’re together
    burning up in arms
    I don’t want to see them fall shoot across the sky
    because they’re already perfection in stationary
    twinkling searing being
    diamonds slicing the serenity of my eyes as I gaze  
    into the epiphanies of my solar tides
    I can be without existing so it seems
    in this world, creation of myself
    affirmations I use as treatment
    my words treasure
    the ephemeral nights lit by haunting future days
    I sing for my sanity
    I rise for my delirium
    I call to the moon for his approval
    but he speaks not
    simply shines fortuitously
    with serenity
    a kind of all-knowing telling me that
    everything is going to be as I desire
    as I hope for
    this coming hour I will feel the tides
    the shifting within the voids of the night
    and dance within the intents –
    my soul utters  
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  • Poem: i will wait – 19/12/21

    Poem: i will wait – 19/12/21

    I wait for that moment when hearts will rise and beauty
    will glisten in both sets of eyes
    watching from afar away from my form
    I feel subtleties stiffen news break soft damn

    hands held in manner of peaked prism
    saying darling what you are thinking
    and I smile with little spurts of healing
    like a volcano rushes with ominous pace
    it travels there
    weaving and styling in its sleek attitude

    he shows that there is not barrenness there
    his intent I can always taste
    as though thick molasses
    syrupy tempting goodness

    knowing to have it is not worth it
    but the memory of the taste, well,
    I cannot dress myself the feeling
    the dirtiness of the heady experience,

    living with his intentions upon my back
    I cannot help but know there’ll be many
    more of them and I cannot help
    cannot detail the anger which comes
    from being managed

    so
    this magma bearer
    can move on
    unlock that pick
    that love-locket along the creek’s bridge
    we tried friendship before
    really did
    like vapour evaporates so easily
    there dissipated our love .    
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  • Poem: the swaying violinist – 17/12/21

    Poem: the swaying violinist – 17/12/21


    as I sit by the fireplace I wonder,
    what is the occasion we are all searching for?
    the virtuosic line of violin sweeping the pavement and
    rising with dear dear sentiment
    vibrato so wide and with dissent with disapproval
    the other turns down his smile and walks away
    he does not like this piece
    this celebration of mine
    a joyous showiness filled with mirth and grins and sways and swings
    trip-lett-ing –
    flautando then glissing
     
    falling falling for him as he walks from my view
    this mistake this mistake I’m putting myself through
    but it’s fine, it’s permissible, to fall for the wrong man
    for at times we can wine and dine ourselves with our
    superficial charms and demands

    up in arms are we when he and I waltz together
    myself him and that violin we are tiptoeing
    we are prance-footing
    to the beat to the beat which is spread with the most ravenous of ease,
    to please the soloist we must make amends
    and allow for its treatment to be stretched
    it’s a show, you see,
    and he must turn and face me.
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