Lauren M. Hancock Poetry and Prose

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  • Poem: Unexpected Callers – 29/06/21

    Poem: Unexpected Callers – 29/06/21

    I carefully consider the moments
    that carry themselves
    before me,
    the cantankerous callers
    embarking upon intrusion
    at my door,
    they knock and knock
    at my bruised heart,
    casually then insistent
    their volume grows.

    Obnoxious be these memories,
    boring into my spirit
    and my soul,
    cataclysmic their cries become,
    courageous I must be!

    I fling open the windows,
    the doors of my being,
    allow them providence,
    permit them entry
    into the safe-houses of my
    internal gaping wounds,
    allow them to nestle,
    making a home of them soon.

    My self-awareness knows
    their presence is at
    a detriment to me,
    but who else will house them,
    these, my memories?
    They are my responsibility.

    And carefully, my wounds heal
    all around them,
    the callers,
    they shudder and groan,
    and now assimilated once more
    within my flesh,
    they are saved,
    their salvation
    was my process.

    Here they can retire quietly,
    be laid to rest,
    no more pain,
    no anguish,
    no suffering,
    silence,
    oh, precious silence,
    it is miraculous,
    it is all-knowing.

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  • Poem: Whispers – 24/06/21

    Poem: Whispers – 24/06/21

    The whispers that never end,
    quiet murmuring in the wind,
    heavy on circumstance and
    light on dividends,
    powerful words hissed
    just because the
    winter’s breath felt it right,
    due course, of course,
    syllables travel while wounding,
    into dimensional depth of night.

    Carry on, unknown figure,
    hell-raised being
    who creeps and crawls
    while I, unknowing of
    vile longing,
    soak in your visceral
    and vocal offerings.

    To your amazement,
    I enjoy the process,
    for I know not of paths of destiny
    which can be reversed.
    Clear up, Destiny,
    re-direct Fate.
    Do not succumb to deeply-laced hate.

    I wonder to myself what happens
    when meeting
    an archetype of sorts,
    a pendulum swings,
    my thought process it
    threatens to break,

    the song that does not end,
    reverberating inwards
    and out towards my
    ecstatic skin,
    goosebumps aroused into
    a state of flighty knowing,
    excitement as danger courses
    the situation;
    I become all-knowing.

    I must learn of the circumstance,
    its truest form,
    before I move on from the
    pleasure of the
    unknown,
    the uncertain,
    anything other than the darkened norm.

    A love, a love, seemingly so forlorn,
    I reach,
    let me experience
    your turmoil,
    inner hurricane,
    my headiness,
    your storm.

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  • Poem: Angelic Conversations – 23/06/21

    Poem: Angelic Conversations – 23/06/21

    Angels, open my eyes to your norm.
    Watch me pirouette with joy as
    mischievously, I crush away negativity
    with bright, sparkling charm.

    Allow me to clear my clouded mind,
    intentions wrought,
    systemic intent there to find,
    underscored,
    rightfully learning,
    warmth, embraces,
    until the waking morning.

    I pass aside complaints,
    they no longer serve me,
    convoluted,
    they are unnecessary,
    they shan’t fuel like a disease for me,

    for then,
    I can say that I have danced,
    an angel in my arms,
    decisively, decidedly so,
    the beings assist me to cast goodness
    up, away
    like flung seeds
    which will magically morph
    into hidden food sources underneath,
    quietly homegrown.

    In the darkness, they will flourish,
    they were cautiously then confidently thrown,
    reaping the beneficial nature
    of stardust angels have imparted,

    beautiful,
    I know,

    of their blessings,
    their benefits,
    beseech the angels I do,
    I will entreat myself to the
    celestial beings
    before me,
    softly speaking,
    they’ve addressed my need
    intuitively,
    divine nature so pure,
    comfort swims before my eyes,
    a rich splash of electrifying blue.

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  • Poem: This Time of the Morning – 21/06/21

    Poem: This Time of the Morning – 21/06/21

    Sudden apprehension as
    I stand at your earthly shell,
    instant regret as I knock,
    ring all bells,
    the nervous demeanour as I
    seek more of you within,
    knocking, rap, who is there?
    Could you become a
    future next of kin?

    Barrelling waves of desire
    as I dredge courage,
    haunting hour,
    expel from me
    what keeps me meek –
    hunting woman, be brave,
    elders have told me.

    But, you will not budge,
    protected, curled,
    defensive ball,
    like a slater-bug you could be rolled
    in any which direction one would
    want you to go,
    but healing you choose
    to be,
    eyes closed,
    breath shallow,
    yet thoughts so heavy,
    I can imagine tired eyes,
    red, raw and bleary.

    Heavenly is the state to reach,
    blessed be,
    enveloped, no more defences,
    arms carrying,
    a protector I can, I will be,

    if only you’ll open the door,
    allow me in to see,
    together, let’s introspect,
    find the solutions which
    will presently free.

    This time of the morning has always been
    good for me.

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    Previous Post: ‘On a Journey’ – 20/06/21

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  • Poem: On a Journey – 20/06/21

    Poem: On a Journey – 20/06/21

    I am in control of this life,
    my hours,
    seconds,
    my minutes,
    in increments
    I open my eyes wide,
    blinking languidly.

    Heavy sockets decide
    whether to carry on,
    hold onto the
    relics of former years,
    a light-worker’s mission is
    never done,
    belligerent calling,
    exhibited now:
    flashes brightening with split pictures.

    I absorb each moment
    as it dances before me,
    like eager cottonwool
    soaking up fresh, atmospheric bliss,
    away with old, dim, dank gloom.

    My head presently rings
    with glowing pains set into place,
    I trip, I smile,
    life’s somehow not gone to plan,
    sometimes time does go to waste.

    But I embrace how unknown music rings,
    turns itself out,
    the melodious harmonies
    growing richer, brighter, cast aside fears,
    no room for doubts,

    keep quiet promises near,
    begin to breathe intuitively,
    and wondering
    at the journey,
    amazingly devout,
    my soul is resonating
    with its yearning,
    from within, out.

    Incredible joys threaten to swell with
    personal pride,
    lingering,
    away with irreverence,
    I’ll smile,
    much left to gain,
    my truest moments are beginning,
    I’d tried so hard, in vain,

    now,

    listen to me, Universe,
    I’m finding my path at last,
    no roads, no avenues, no lanes,
    this highway is direct,
    it is introspective,
    is intuitive,
    barren of old, crusted negative pains
    away they’ve been cast,
    finding true direction at last.

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    Previous Post: ‘Pull Apart’ – 20/06/21

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  • Poem: Pull Apart – 20/06/21

    Poem: Pull Apart – 20/06/21

    Pull me apart,
    limb by limb,
    tear me arm from arm,
    I hope your curiosity bore me no
    purposeful, intended harm.

    You wanted to play,
    you wanted to see,
    what was lurking in my land here,
    within,

    Did you enjoy the games,
    find what you sought,
    how could you leave me with hurt
    strung so taut?

    How did you find me, love?
    Did your memories travel,
    so easily, back and then forth?

    Sifting through cobwebs,
    string in your fingers,
    wrapped up, falsified love?

    You prepared me for
    a circumstance
    and then carelessly flung me aside,
    I beg you, beseech you:
    begone! Leave!
    How can my sorrows be disguised?

    I pant erratically,
    extract myself from the
    chaotic scene,
    mortified,
    deceit effaces all traces of
    pleasure I’ve worn within,

    torn apart, tear away,
    though I’ll repair each day,
    sewn together,
    shamelessly adaptable mind,
    a rich tapestry:
    resilient, valiant heart,
    one-of-a-kind,

    I sing as I repair,
    once yours,
    now all on me:
    a triumphant work of art,
    dragged apart again?
    This, you’ll never see.

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  • Prose: Purge – 17/06/21

    Prose: Purge – 17/06/21

    Who is the healer when I am alone? Thoughts rocking my boat, unease in my home. Who’s caring for me when as far as I see, the tunnel, the web, all ends so easily? Who’s wondering at the actions, the paths of my mind, without action, talk’s just rhetoric, best breathe stale air elsewhere, instead, quickened time. The sickening malady, the upset tummy, the turning guts at knowing I’m not so all-knowing, what is it about my path I seek? My journey, my enlightening of the darkness I keep? Breathe me, freely, let me weep, so many words I should not be allowed to speak. But, I am. I am, I am, I am. I will purge. Now let me be.
     
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  • Poem: Flick – 15/06/21

    Poem: Flick – 15/06/21

    I toss my hair back,
    my mane flows,
    breathes with the life
    only the dubious have eternally felt,
    the ignorant have experienced,
    the naïve have known.

    Tossing, flicking,
    side to side,
    contact,
    contraction,
    the exploring butterflies
    want, they need to hide.

    My mane’s a weapon,
    an instrument of mass destruction,
    whip it, girl,
    some dancers would say,

    strands bunched as one,
    admirably thick,
    enviously strong,
    lengthily, lengthily,
    we all roll along,
    fingers drag through hair,
    I won’t ever be proven wrong.

    Mentioning, must be mentioned,
    what is this which
    permeates my list
    written beneath the brand new moon?

    Absent-minded flick,
    a smile,
    connections,
    as is,

    don’t burn this list,
    it’s meant to give,
    allow me to quietly receive,

    strand-by-strand,
    nothing, not a single hair
    is awry, nor amiss.

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  • Poem: Don’t Wanna Leave – 14/06/21

    Poem: Don’t Wanna Leave – 14/06/21

    Swimming in pools,
    whirling thoughts,
    like sediment,
    opportunities
    sink to the rocks,
    soggy, thick dirt.

    Submerged below
    the system,
    unexplored territory,
    pumped,
    crunched by pistons,
    enmity, harsh dichotomy.

    And the duality
    of both positive
    and negative systems
    overrides our ability for
    safe distances,

    from the beginning
    we will venture,
    from the middle,
    we will endure,
    all that exists
    beneath those shining surfaces.

    Fluidity of movement
    is so very important,
    though my false smile catches corners,
    galloping sounds pass by,
    whinnying, disagreeable sea horses,

    and to remember,
    to recall,
    those rides by the sea,
    they were magnificent,
    spectacular,
    the recollections I breathe.

    You and I, was it even you,
    or just singularly me?
    Horizon spans as far an
    eternally-felt rumination can see.

    Soggy underwood,
    underfoot,
    stormy-footed grip,
    envelope me,
    potent still,
    don’t you dare
    make a sound,

    hush, little baby,
    hold me in your arms,
    time is affective,
    I don’t wanna leave these charms.

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  • Poem: Release – 13/06/21

    Poem: Release – 13/06/21

    Naturally, gently allowing
    the walls to crumble,
    down.

    Watching the open space
    bleeding into atmosphere’s
    righteous, wild unknown.

    Shreds of wisdom
    fall by the wayside,
    replaced by newer thoughts,
    the yarn, my thread of life,
    it is taut,
    so pleasantly, beautifully taut.

    Geraniums are laid by
    the broken, shattered walls,
    where once I wailed for more,
    for understanding,
    to be noticed,
    acknowledged,
    truth be told,

    yet here stands I,
    brimming with confidence,
    exuding inner success,
    it’s not about material possessions,
    no,
    I am truly, irrevocably blessed.

    I am dreaming
    of my purpose,
    what feels so right
    in the moment,
    barrelling through
    inconspicuous tirades
    of words formerly held,
    their refute against what I most admired,
    now their former plight.

    I am valuing my truth,
    I unwind,
    zig-zagging my way
    here and there,
    for in my mind
    I am now free of pain
    and this is
    truly a sight to see,
    I’ve tamed, released, and purged
    the demons from me,
    no more fear to bear.

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