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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  • Spoken Word and Poem: over – 28/11/21

    Spoken Word and Poem: over – 28/11/21

    excited parallel universe
    where our motives selfishly meant
    were never truly met
    but in our beings we felt
    those irrevocable dents start to mend
    or were they beginning to spread?
    hard to decipher, the sensations felt

    young crushes soft passions
    gentle touches
    flushed complexions
    rough grabs forced giggles
    becoming something I didn’t want to acknowledge
    to please to be to allow him to feel to see “me” being
    right for him

    always that alteration for them
    never for me
    projection
    motivations incorrect
    feelings, felt
    triumph
    theirs, mine?
    I’m not certain
    though during the time,
    a certain type of divine victory —
    in that moment, they, he, whomever,
    were mine.

    the chameleon-like transformation,
    the desire rising and gaining
    and now
    the self-annihilation:
    who am I really
    when I’m being something falsified for another?

    playing these games all well and good
    but for some time
    losing sight of my inner flowers
    blossoms growing stagnant
    fragrance now putrid and pungent.
    for the scent of desperation and
    conformed coercion
    was, well,
    so wrong.

    and now I’m older
    I won’t allow this again for myself I will rise from these rubbish requests
    these wanton blatant desires
    specific request, the audacity,
    I cannot get over,
    change yourself?
    I didn’t request any amendments for you,
    because I’m not rude in that manner.

    This, whatever it was, I am over.
    (28/11/21)
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  • Poem: Wisdom Gleaned (09/10/21) – 28/11/21

    Poem: Wisdom Gleaned (09/10/21) – 28/11/21

    Author’s note:
    Sometimes I like to look back at my drafts and see what was on my mind months prior, and how I constructed these realities into rhymes and words to soothe myself, express anger, frustration, upsets, or some such. This piece I feel still has some of these truths ringing in my current reality. Hence, I thought I would share it with you here today.

    ***
    Unusual,
    preposterous be these claims
    that I am not worrying about anything
    that should make me feel ashamed,
    prisms of brightness flow,
    spark within me,
    as I recall these times
    when my breath caught
    in my chest:
    of love, they made me
    believe.

    But these are lost,
    fallen from grasp,
    and memory is phasing,
    walls erected,
    happiness failing?

    How can it be,
    but I am more satisfied
    alone,
    in my own company?
    My own lair,
    my very own home.

    Tirades now gone,
    absent,
    I can breathe,
    I don’t have to deal
    with issues that
    seemingly are only
    surrounding me
    and what I could and
    cannot provide,
    why, I’ve no further time to
    unravel that,

    I cannot give what
    I can’t,
    I don’t want to
    fall again into a rut,
    nor hastily fall and slide.

    Some may think it
    selfish to look out
    for myself but why,
    at the detriment of
    myself would I allow
    my joy to be dragged down?

    I cannot make anyone happy
    if it’s myself I need to provide,
    happiness determined solely
    through another?
    I can’t be along for
    that ride.

    Better yet to travel
    on my own,
    scenic, wisdom procured,
    certainly homegrown,
    I will continue
    and perhaps I’ll find
    something right,
    if not, no matter,
    because it’s my life,
    and I’ll decide,
    decide what I’ll provide,
    on my terms it’ll be,
    because this is my journey,
    why shouldn’t I be
    satisfied with my choices?

    For me, they must be right.
    I hope one day this will
    be seen.
    (09/10/21)
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    Previous Post: the owls – 27/11/21

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    Previous Post: the owls – 27/11/21

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  • Poem: the owls – 27/11/21

    Poem: the owls – 27/11/21

    the owls, the owls
    they tiptoe along the wire
    sharing songs and stories,
    eons of lifetimes together
    fervent hoots and warbles
    altogether
    impressive wingspans as they envelop
    the biting morning air together

    hush down little prey
    scatter as you may
    all words, no prey, no victims
    but treated with such tenderness
    owls caress the vowels and syllables
    without damnation
    with much great proof
    of ultimate, irreverent
    atypical swayyy
    through and through

    plucked from the heavens
    or beneath their soaring
    impressive is as is impressive treatment sees
    will and hopes proving
    the chase is uplifting

    the owls hoot as they see fit
    sharing language,
    skills
    sharing to be free free free
    in it.

    the owls, can’t you see,
    are here, once hushed,
    now present and completely
    doing as they believe, trust,
    to share their magic
    their wide saucer-filled eyes
    echoed with great substance
    reflections, mirrors,
    no lies.
    (27/11/21)

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  • Poem: finally – 26/11/21

    Poem: finally – 26/11/21

    bounce baby
    let me rise with thee
    there was only one path for us
    and that’s true destiny

    we are anything but circumstance
    we are everything wild and planned
    we are perfection hand in hand
    and scan my heart
    to find the true lands

    we will walk side by side
    you smilingly and I glory-feels
    your company is what I’ve always needed
    it only took years to succeed

    tell me now did you miss me
    did your first breath you gasped
    you realise
    there was a piece missing
    and now i’m here by your side

    be careful, bay-leaf, for your heart
    I will never flee
    understand
    need
    see
    that I’ll always be there for thee
    and thee for me —

    lifetimes apart, together
    finally.
    Copyright © 2021 Lauren M. Hancock. All rights reserved.
    (25/11/21)

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  • Poem: golden times – 24/11/21

    Poem: golden times – 24/11/21

    it feels like gold
    it shines it glimmers
    it never grows old
    these times that grow within my soul
    cause me to smile
    widely
    from ear to ear.

    lips plumped and pouted I contemplate
    what has come to pass with extraneous time
    for these golden dreams cause such brightness
    and internal strength
    tenacity helped me make it through the
    disastrous zones
    the struggles
    the moans the whines
    the aching
    the pining
    and now here I am
    grinning giggling
    for I’ve achieved what I sought
    and though it took certain time
    I have arrived…
    finally.
     
    no more talk of
    being on the verge
    on the precipice of achieving
    I’ve reached the rise
    and now I soar with it
    gracious understanding and gratitude
    and in this world,
    all the spare time time time.
    (24/11/21)
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  • Poem: a gentler star – 23/11/21

    Poem: a gentler star – 23/11/21

    admirable
    this deceptive intent
    I’ve known you from before and really, well,
    the efforts aren’t well spent
    for I can see through the cage-work
    the fingers prised through the wired gaps
    trying to get through
    through to my heart
    when I’ve made it whole from pieces –
    a work of fastidious art

    I am freer now
    this much I truly believe
    I can believe what’s become because I’ve been there
    staring down the barrel of that emotional gun
    set to decimate me again and again
    because I allowed it
    out of control
    and fiery priestess I was

    but now,
    I am far calmer
    I carry a gentler type of karma
    something which reaches within and sings through
    others’ heavy armour
    lightening their load on their chests
    their breastplates cast aside
    allowing access
    no more great pride
    arrogance
    and I don’t need to hide
    ashamed of who I am was were
    I’ve become as light as that travelling star
    that memory of her you once held dear in your heart.
    (22/11/21)
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    Previous Post: last night – 22/11/21

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  • Poem and Spoken Word: last night – 22/11/21

    Poem and Spoken Word: last night – 22/11/21

    I carried a hope for you and I to be whole
    to know it all together
    for positive growth
    there might not have been patience
    but there really was truth
    I could not ask for more but
    explanations that I could only view analyse and
    so I knew

    I prayed for you to love me
    to understand me further
    as I tried to understand you
    there’s no case in not wielding the ability
    for self-sacrifice, I know
    but if you won’t communicate how can I show
    patience knowledge true kindness
    but confusion anger upsets reigned
    because I didn’t realise what was
    going on in your life

    this life, our lives perhaps will align
    they may not please others but I have to watch out
    for those who control their understandings of myself
    and have known me over the years

    enough, enough,
    stop this nonsense, madness,
    I can’t promise a thing just like
    you cannot promise me the world
    because there’s only so much I feel
    that you can give
    but love me love me
    love the world as you love them and you love us
    (21/11/21)
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  • Poem: fervid – 21/11/21

    Poem: fervid – 21/11/21

    woke up late
    I didn’t know what I was all about
    looking around with delirium
    smiling to myself
    at the fever I knew would begin again
    the fervid burning of hope
    at knowing
    knowing
    knowing
    that what I pursue is worth the dreaming
    allowing for facts of independence and fine fine times
    achieved by chasing the high of gains
    and frames behind the mirror depict
    the moments which, are all the same,
    but varied alike in their ability to capture the light
    and tame my heart and soul and mind
    with the memories of brightness and soul.
    abundance fills my life in many ways
    more ways than I can aptly appreciate
    but I do,
    I do,
    I thank the lord for what’s being pursued
    because he gave me the heart
    the ability to strive forth with great intent
    dragged away, away from the discussion of late
    words spoken over and over
    complaints negativity
    didn’t warrant a picture
    a place on my shelf?
    No, keep away, keep away,
    pain and feverish complacency can remain
    where its now laid,
    it shall stay.
    (21/11/21)
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  • Poem: airless dolls – 21/11/21

    Poem: airless dolls – 21/11/21

    the righteous favour the brave
    but the brave favour themselves
    there’s little need to further delve
    it’s just the way they display themselves

    barbie girls upon on the shelf
    awaiting their knight
    to be rescued by the hero
    victorious from the fight

    they smile from cheek to cheek
    pearly whites framed by pillows of
    pale high society pink
    waists as small as inched parading
    eyes brighter than the cunning hunters
    as of late

    soaring the night air for their prey
    they are fastidious but wouldn’t you know it
    that, incredible, incredible
    is the moment when they capture
    the hearts and minds
    of the passing toy soldiers beneath them

    in their boxes the dolls smile smile smile
    there’s much to be absorbed from their dials
    but beneath the facets
    the facades
    not much, in a while.

    lacking the ability to be whole
    hearts empty as a vacuous vessel
    veering this way and that to scoop up
    as many airless dreams
    as one can pursue and slew.
    (21/11/21)
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