Lauren M. Hancock Poetry and Prose

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  • Poem: The Others – 28/02/20

    Poem: The Others – 28/02/20

    The others watch me lazily,
yet with intent,
from their quiet area of silent judgement,
it is as though I am being assessed for living
and breathing,
such a scoundrel I am,
I must turn the tables,
to impress!
 
Yet why bother
when these individuals are perpetually displeased?
There seems little point in exacerbating the situation
with a further moment that would actually come across as amazing,
divide the divide!
 
Indifferently though, they blink,
what is the generational gap between us three?
nay I bother now for assessment and
tidings which are built upon comeuppance,
because I’ll sell you this: --
the image is quite diseased,
and its feelings explore me from within,
it wants to attack with ease.
 
The virus enters my system,
wreaking, ravaging,
I am now one of them,
how I wish to breathe freely
without a chest full of bricks,
and now I understand the truest meaning
of a vice-like grasp and grip,
I’ll tell you this:
my spirit will go on,
despite the others’ who belligerently sit there,
stroke their chins,
and sip special tea with posh leafed airs.  
 
© 2020 Lauren M. Hancock. All rights reserved.
Image by Stefan Keller from Pixabay

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  • Poem: Gateway – 27/02/20

    Poem: Gateway – 27/02/20

    I’ve come to a stark white marble gateway
where I have the choice,
presented with left or right,
which path is moral,
which path is exploratory,
which will help reach a state of divinity?
 
I pause at the crossroads,
unsure of which road to take,
because the truth of the matter is
I’m barely guided
I’m doing this on my own, it seems.
 
Each path is covered with a looming arch,
veins of tiny grey riddle the white, I discover,
and they remind me of varicose veins,
little interfering modules that stain the perfection
of the set stage.
 
I wonder to myself what would occur if I chose no path at all,
would I reach my desired goal
on my own?
Would I attain that which I seek
without the standard paths of known?
 
I decide to stray from what is before me,
I have always been known to explore,
to test the waters,
the rivers so deep,
I do not need to follow many others,
I’m already here on my own.
 
I instead backtrack,
it may look like failure,
that I have given up,
but the irony here is I’m redoing the procedures,
I am here,
I am there,
I am gone,
into the air.
 
It is now my choice where I shall place my feet
or spread my wings,
seek forth,
seek right,
seek left,
I am but a frugal queen.
 
I shall seek my king and my kind
because I know they are waiting for me,
I’ll reach them in time,
resurrect the past,
I’ll no longer become lost,
and I’ll traverse until I become wiser than I’ve ever known.
 
Then I will know the true meaning of what I seek,
what is it?
The answer is within me.

© 2020 Lauren M. Hancock. All rights reserved.
All images signed “LMH”
are copyrighted 2019-2020 by Lauren M. Hancock 
Image by Jorge Guillen from Pixabay

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  • Poem: Girlish Dreams – 26/02/20

    Poem: Girlish Dreams – 26/02/20

    fairy bread and toffee apples and Barbie dolls and cupcakes
pink princess outfits and friends' prematurely planned weddings
and skipping rope
and playing-house games
 
a little girl’s dreams
so simple and easy to please
those years in primary school
where we danced on the rocks like sprites with ease
 
but then my dreams grew stormy
I became complicated
the family's black sheep
depression set in and I never really knew
how different I was
I just felt so old,
unlike anything I’d ever even known
 
a tortured soul I felt myself as
a failure in friendships
yearning for relationships
good tidings rarely seemed to be brought my way
though talented it appeared the self-aggrandising nature
of my achievements and success bore me into the ground
nailing me
pinning me
driving me
down
down
down.
 
how I rose up was anyone’s guess
histrionic and glib?
I was never these.
but I smoothed over the rough edges of my undesired life
and made myself into something more,
for if I couldn’t be accepted as I was,
then by all means, I would exemplify my strife.

© 2020 Lauren M. Hancock. All rights reserved.
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  • Changes to my Website – from Alice Well Art to Lauren M. Hancock Poetry and Prose

    Changes to my Website – from Alice Well Art to Lauren M. Hancock Poetry and Prose

    Photo by Marta Branco on Pexels.com

    Hi all. I just wanted to let you know that I have made some changes to my website. The https://alicewellart.com link will now redirect to a website under my name, https://laurenmhancock.com. You can use both but content will be on laurenmhancock.com.

    As you will notice, there have been quite a few visual changes, as well as to the name of the blog, which I am now calling Lauren M. Hancock Poetry and Prose. I have decided to go in this direction because my writing has altered from the older style stories I used to write, to now poetry and prose. As always, all illustrations to the posts will be mine, aside from times where I have decided that a photograph would be better.

    Thank you for bearing with me during these changes.

    Lots of love,

    Lauren