Lauren M. Hancock Poetry and Prose

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  • Poem: Waltz – 20/07/21

    Poem: Waltz – 20/07/21

    Our feet together,
    they step in time,
    gentle footsteps,
    intertwine,
    yielding memories,
    forthcoming hope,
    endangered circumstance,
    thoughts, hearts, pump, grow.

    I know the understanding I have is
    too right,
    that the assertions made shall
    linger into the night,
    hands held,
    palm to palm,
    they know,
    intuitively speaking,
    they meld,
    we meld,
    complex love disarms,
    its truths it is singing.

    We are not borne of wind
    nor shore,
    we do not trail the sand of
    distant moors,
    we enlist the capacity of a
    united front,
    our waltz is independent of others,
    desperate need will not depart.

    So, I cling to you,
    and you latch onto me,
    holding us together,
    our pieces join so lovingly,
    there is little to say further
    on the matter,
    the county knows our hearts’ patterns
    by now,
    we are wild circumstance and longing,
    our youthful love
    steals the show.

    So, quieten down now,
    these wild-footed, sweeping beats,
    gentle taps now,
    our sweet soft melody,
    our beat, our rhythm,
    our precious time,
    taken in as our developmental style,
    we shall remain together,
    despite all paraded before us,
    protests spoken all the while,
    our bond is special,
    it reassures us.

    Who knew we’d be present, together,
    after all this time?
    Ached through much,
    years of frenzied dance,
    yet remaining palm to palm,
    an intricate understanding,
    a gentle touch,
    our voices now,
    we sing in rich key,
    beautiful duet —
    an honourable melody.

    Richness of understanding,
    how well you know me,
    our interactions are made with
    the smoothest of ease,
    our version of love blossoms,
    like wildflowers, it grows with speed,
    some don’t understand us,
    but we’ve nothing to prove,
    it’s our land,
    our world of in-between,
    that we inhabit and waltz through
    with joy, so freely.

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  • Poem: Away Without Leave – 18/07/21

    Poem: Away Without Leave – 18/07/21

    I am currently away without leave,
    taken steps to walk from progress
    so I can be there, to care
    for the ones I used to revolt against,
    those who love me with every inch
    no matter past sadness,
    but pray tell I do digress,
    I need to be here,
    not unavailable, but present,
    my presence used to be far, far less.

    I have relearned the role of
    family amid this chaos,
    upsets, Life’s bad news,
    over years together when my
    desire to stay home faltered,
    when I needed to be
    belligerent to others,
    now those days have all but
    faded away,
    love grown and nurtured,
    here I am,
    I will stay,
    give back
    for it’s the least
    I can do,
    promise their needs will be
    attended to,
    it’s not about my former
    wreckages now.

    Gently, I will lace the new
    understanding of family
    and closeness and inherent need
    and trust,
    being here, breathing there,
    even in silence
    company is a must,
    spread my opening wings around
    their hearts,
    stop the chance of bruising
    through my chrysalis,
    boy, am I wondering
    will this ever be enough,
    as repayment?
    This tender notion of love versus love.

    I am away without leave,
    I have taken the time,
    a step away from requirements,
    daily life now starts to sway,
    we are in our vortex where
    time learns to stand still,
    and we can appreciate one another’s
    company again,
    adoringly drink our fill.
    For, time is fleeting,
    Life seems to know that drill.

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    Previous Post: ‘Seasonal Affective’ – 17/07/21

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  • Poem: Seasonal Affective – 17/07/21

    Poem: Seasonal Affective – 17/07/21

    Today’s been a struggle
    I must openly admit,
    not feeling seasonal affective,
    but rather seasonally dejected,
    my mind, it swims with sadness,
    amiss is my prowess, my brightness gone,
    my ability to deal with
    rejection or silence
    when reaching forth to others
    with smiles or hopeful song.

    I know the root cause,
    the depletion of my nightly dose,
    and also the lacking of ample sleep
    which my body and mind are
    craving the most,
    my ability to combat little things,
    my lacking in ability to cope,
    why can’t I be like others,
    or simply possess the usual
    resilience of myself?

    I know I must sleep,
    I know I must practice self-care,
    but how can I lay my head
    down to rest
    when I am unable to
    stop my mind ticking,
    from working in a manner where
    every ounce of energy is sapped?

    My energy stores refuse to replenish themselves,
    I should knock myself on the head,
    and tell myself
    enough is enough,
    you need the former amount,
    don’t be stubborn,
    reinstate your medication dose!

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  • Poem: Especially Now – 13/07/21

    Poem: Especially Now – 13/07/21

    Bright pink like the heated
    breath of dawn,
    little extracted curled
    sleepy tongue.
    Interest’s sake,
    keep her warm,
    I want to breathe fire,
    what an urge,

    do not drag thy feet,
    this isn’t a dirge,
    but rather, a celebration,
    of family,
    love,
    good humour,
    ask about our existence
    and I’ll say:
    Preserve us with a picture!

    Lean forward with interest,
    extrovert takes over the show,
    but darling, it’s not about you,
    it’s about us five,
    and she, lovingly attended to.

    I’ll breathe in her scent,
    it is locked in her scarf and beanie,
    an olfactory reminder to be experienced,
    recalled soon,
    or retrieved hastily,
    should there be need,
    to be seen,
    comforting reminder,
    I think I may have need.

    For now, though,
    we are gathered here today,
    loosely, casually,
    then tightly reunited,
    accepting these precious moments,
    wouldn’t you know it –
    chicken soup is good
    for the family and soul,
    but the company,
    company means everything,
    especially now.

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    Previous Post: ‘Falsetto’ – 12/07/21

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  • Poem: Falsetto – 12/07/21

    Poem: Falsetto – 12/07/21

    The journey to discover,
    it appears to have come to an end.
    Searched high, falsetto,
    didn’t want to rock, rock the boat
    of common decency,
    wanted to learn to be sweeter,
    to please,
    inner authenticity,
    smiling wordings,
    positive painted pictures,
    poetry which aimed to dance
    with ease.

    I spoke with my soul,
    brightness, affirmations,
    drowned out true grit and longing,
    why couldn’t I write ‘me’?
    Wasn’t that a valid, true calling?

    Yet I let the yowling lay aside,
    slide away,
    grinning genuineness;
    I thought I was making better of myself,
    instead my vibrant pieces went away to hide.

    But I know now
    I must be true,
    speak my mind,
    my snide and smiles,
    character-crushing will never do,

    I must honour all facets
    of my personality,
    wrangle goodness and wit and charm,
    sardonic fingers play with ease,

    I am, I am, positive thoughts,
    these I do praise and commend,
    but I have to do this my own way,
    lest my validity go astray
    and I’m left with endangered
    shards to mend each day.

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  • Poem: Patience, They Implore – 09/07/21

    Poem: Patience, They Implore – 09/07/21

    I hardly dare to breathe;
    it is like I am renewed,
    with a freshness of circumstance and a
    flighty hullabaloo.

    But we are hindered,
    we are amidst a gasp
    for air,
    dare we breathe that
    icy heave of relief,
    cosmic awareness
    fills our stares?

    Hurdles to jump o’er,
    one, two, three,
    more,
    each second
    another requirement,
    patience, they implore,
    we wait for them
    to weave spells with time,
    adulterous the moments seem –
    we are gracious,
    there is no whine.

    And now quietness,
    spells attest –
    repair is possible,
    not just probable,
    let us lay
    undue fears to rest.

    It is more than possible,
    sewn with hopes,
    not dread,
    we will never come out
    second best.

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    Previous Post: ‘Tall Stars’ – 08/07/21

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  • Poem: Tall Stars – 08/07/21

    Poem: Tall Stars – 08/07/21

    Closing time,
    the curtains shut,
    enough of this pantomime;
    we’ve watched smouldering stars.

    Time and time again
    we’ve viewed crashes and burns,
    from deep evening
    into the precious morn.

    As surely as they’ve arisen,
    they began spectacularly falling,
    stories resplendent,
    some unusually stalling,

    highlights of the millennium,
    highlights of the times,
    wonder not at their endings –
    significant pages finally calling.

    And duration of life
    seems longer
    the more we linger,
    beckon, tempt
    the stories further,
    coax forth –
    encouraging hands and fingers.

    Stars, tell your tales,
    share your stories in full,
    otherwise relinquish your memories
    to the handsome, awaiting Moon.

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  • Poem: I Am – 07/07/21

    Poem: I Am – 07/07/21

    I am the whistle in your wheeze,
    the sound that never leaves,
    the breath beneath your stare,
    the salt water evaporated in your hair.

    I am the pleasantries heaved
    when compliments attend to dreams,
    I am that catch in your voice
    when emotional you grow,
    that perceived weakness is your vice,
    the aching wants you feel and know.

    I am that smile within your tunes,
    I am the heart within your song,
    I am the beauty in your madness,
    how amazingly we get along.

    I am the chime in your jingle,
    I am the spring in your step,
    I am the heart in your living,
    you feel so blessed, yes?

    I am here momentarily
    like an uttered groan,
    a yearning state of being
    I know you know,
    I am like the butterfly gracing the very
    tip of your nose,
    I’ll keep you company,
    hold your presence so very, very close.

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  • Poem: Please, Stay – 05/07/21

    Poem: Please, Stay – 05/07/21

    Stay with me,
    this vision of a feeling,
    sheer emotion
    rising from within me,
    encompassing the mess
    that lay within
    during times of
    poor judgement,
    rash decisions
    and vile reasonings.

    Now Past’s errors are
    captured as though in a
    flighty balloon,
    or heaved, sunk stone to disguise
    the hefty nature of
    a life once deemed
    unworthy of being known,
    one in which I formerly believed
    I was adamantly, freely living.

    Fall into a deceptive pool,
    just beneath the surface,
    body of water,
    a sheen of gullibility,
    naivety,
    surface emotions,
    poor behaviour —
    publicly speaking.

    The idea of remaining
    does not scare me,
    in fact, regularity fills me
    with radiant resonance,
    but is there a tired, hidden belligerence,
    attracting some beings’ yawning?

    Contentious may be my emotions to share,
    is there need to prepare for reactivity,
    surely this is all part of the process?
    I nod to myself knowingly.
    I dared;
    I shared.
    But will candour equate to care?

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  • Poem: Vivid Waves – 01/07/21

    Poem: Vivid Waves – 01/07/21

    Vivid waves heave then capitulate,
    hooves upon sand,
    gallant galloping,
    sun-drenched love;
    subtle stuttering,
    nervous selection,
    calm, controlling.

    Rise forth, my tidal queen!
    Wreak havoc upon all that
    you might see,
    open your waters,
    a space to reside and breathe,
    positive intent;
    entangled seaweed.

    Salted air attends to
    loose hair,
    beachy waves tossed, combed,
    flicked, without concern,
    fingers drag through piecey sections
    without a single care,

    and internally the
    thunderous towering beauties
    envelope a stray swimmer,
    sadly, his time,
    can’t you see?

    Wondering, wandering,
    bang, crash, decimated,
    the still–mood in my mind,
    I am plagued by naught,
    freed by the fragranced sea air.

    This is the air that I subsist on,
    this is the air that I breathe,
    envelope, my waves,
    this tidal queen,
    lest I settle beneath,
    to my home underneath the sea.  

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