Lauren M. Hancock Poetry and Prose

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  • Poem: Gnawing Nails – 22/06/20

    Poem: Gnawing Nails – 22/06/20

    Fingernails ache
from gnawing,
desperately famished
things are they,
 
ever-searching,
ever-hunting,
for fresh flesh
to drag into –
carefully they will
take aim.
 
These nails are not
discerning,
they take,
rip apart,
any creature that they can,
 
fury, famine,
circumstances,
alleviating hunger,
annihilating the need for Man.
 
Man used to feed
these monsters
perishable items
from the woods,
 
cuts of venison,
moose,
rabbit;
the fingernails took
what they could.
 
But now Man is
out of the picture,
attending to protests,
restrictions,
leading disrupted lives,
 
Man has no time
to humour a pair
of dirty, scroungy hands,
no, not now,
not upon this hour,
not any longer.
 
Fending for themselves,
the gory extremities
cast their digits
on the war path,
 
feeling duly pleased
with the freedom
they’re allowed,
 
there is no concern,
they are rulers of
their world.
 
In the corner of
a trench in the woods
they spot a flash
of browny-red,
 
a squirrel,
bless him,
he’s making his final bed,
 
they reach out for him,
darting forth,
blurs to be seen,
 
but when the light settles,
there is no sign of him.
 
Squirrel, Squirrel,
has escaped his fate,
how much longer will he last?
 
Disappointed fingertips,
tap, rap, tap,
underlying hunger,
growing famine,
 
only now do they long for,
yearn for the return 
of their precious, absent
Man.

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  • Story: Wide-Eyed Elven Pixie – 20/10/19

    Story: Wide-Eyed Elven Pixie – 20/10/19

    There was once a wide-eyed elven pixie. Let’s call her Hannah. Beneath the surface of something great, there lurked Hannah’s terror. Because underneath the façade of her perfectly manicured life, in the forest there dwelled something – a horror! – that would and could cause her much strife.

    Hannah was an unlikely host to this being which attached itself to the one it fancied the most. This creature was shudder-inducing, this creature caused others to weep and wail, because this creature was abhorrently unpleasant and stank to high hell.

    Upon Hannah’s back this creature was firmly attached, sucking, sucking the life from her. Because like a leech it drank from its victims, feeding more and more, this was the creature’s system.

    The creature, Norbert, was a cruel thing to behold; he only thought of himself and how he could benefit from another’s pain and suffering twofold. He was selfish, uncaring, and manipulative as he rode on his host’s backs, and Hannah was suffering greatly from his presence, I cannot say anything less than that.

    Oh, how she tried to remove Norbert, with a thick stick to poke and slide against his gooey form. Oh, how she grabbed at the awkward place he was situated, and tried to pull him off her aching back. And oh, how she managed to shift him just a little, with a shriek and a squeal Norbert know his days were likely limited.

    Then Hannah had a wondrous idea! She leaned against a rough tree trunk. Holding the wood either side, hands behind her hips, she grated her vile pest against the surface’s bumps.

    “Nooooooo!” Norbert wailed as he came away in pieces, like the innards of a bag of shredded three-cheese mix for Pizza night’s meal. Soon only the suckers with their strong suction remained, her lower back felt much better, perfectly lighter all the same. The pieces of Norbert tried to reform themselves into their former being of parasitic venom, but they would not be permitted, because Hannah decided to quickly eat the lot of them.  

    © 2019 Alice Well Art, Lauren M. Hancock also known as Alice Well. All rights reserved.


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  • Poem: The Smile – 25/09/19

    Poem: The Smile – 25/09/19

     The Smile causes such greatness of cheer
     wherever he happens to travel or whatever he happens to go near.
      
    His charismatic image bears much bubbling mirth and joy 
    dispels any negativity or unwarranted misery 
    which others may know of 
    but for some reason cannot erase away -
    helplessly they’d cry, "Why?"
      
     One look upon his smiling face
     his full beaming grin
     would cause a person deep shivers of delight 
     a warmth of emotion growing from within.
      
     For, The Smile was created and born with an intent
     to make pain and sadness wiped away
     away it would be sent
      
     An encounter with The Smile could only result in a 
     permanent lift in mood 
     in one’s saddened state of affairs which would only leave 
     that individual’s mood rectified
     it would be as though they were dancing pleased upon the moon.
      
     The knowledge that such a being as The Smile exists
     to cheer up our world often fraught with misery
     makes me feel truly thankful and utterly blessed
     that The Smile is here to rectify our occasional negative moods and process.

    © 2019 Alice Well Art, Lauren M. Hancock also known as Alice Well. All rights reserved.


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  • Poem: A Resplendent Explorer – 24/09/19

    Poem: A Resplendent Explorer – 24/09/19

     A resplendent fish swims through the seas
     his angelic wings become of him
     intricate his image be 
     the seas warble fondly of him.
      
     With outstretched limbs he reaches forth
     into a mass of conical rocks of sorts
     he understands that with his fine winged hands 
     he cannot delve too deep 
     else he cauterises and causes his fateful end.
      
     A surprise! A proclamation —
     what has this beautiful thing found?
     in a world that’s utterly damning; 
      
     it’s a shock that his wings and arms are still here 
     intact and fanning
     for his secret discovery to be revealed
     to be told among those witnessing its handling.
      
     A florid limb unfolds
     revealing a tiny perfect white luminescent pearl
     with a sheen of such exquisiteness 
     it blinds those here 
     their eyes pain at its brilliance within their world.
      
     And with a little smile to himself
     the resplendent fish moves on
     clutching his treasure that will remain his
     until the moment he is captured 

     but even then, the pearl will not
     be permitted to be taken
     not from his hand will it be pried
     in death he’ll clutch until its presence ultimately
     becomes forgotten.  

    © 2019 Alice Well Art, Lauren M. Hancock also known as Alice Well. All rights reserved.


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  • Poem: Disbelieving – 23/09/19

    Poem: Disbelieving – 23/09/19

     “Come to me,” he says, beckoning to the crowd.
     A creature with wide ears, open arms 
     and dreadfully hairy legs
     dressed in an Aztec-inspired poncho.
      
     “I have the answers to all your problems,” he promises.
     With a wave of his arms around the scene
     his eyes implore
     beg them to take it in.
      
     “See this land upon which we stand? 
     My creator, your creator
     built it grain by grain, sand and soil, compacted up and up 
     with his bare hands.”
      
     “But where is he now?” one witness calls.
     “Where is the proof of his promise to be here now?” another sneers,
     while the rest of the crowd starts to jeer.
      
     “I am here before you, 
     my words are here to ring true,
     the knowledge that all is repairable, 
     true faith will guide you through.”
      
     Still the crowd jeers, 
     how could this creature presenting himself to them
     be the one who was to preach and provide their lives’ stability,
     goodness and truth, acceptance, forgiveness and love
     these could easily be dismissed or 
     overthrown by a naïve or ignorant point of view.
      
     He attempts to speak once more,
     Explaining his role in this scene, to share pertinent truths
     not provide the others with personal gain and materialistic objects,
     yet the jeering turns into boisterous booing —
     it pains his heart to know that disbelieving unknowing beings like this existed. 
      
     So, the creature in a poncho turns his back,
     forsaking the bombastic disbelieving crowd
     who refuses to know more, existing on their meagre understanding 
     rather than accepting the notion that they are indeed already blessed and loved.
      
     This creature was a selected precious vessel chosen to spread the word of goodness,
     there was many before him and would be many after him,
     yet it is with despair that he accepts the knowledge that once again
     another select group of humans were not ready to hear the words and view his soul
     which he had dared to bare.  
      
     Perhaps in the next lifetime, he tells himself,
     as he drags his feet as he walks away.

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  • Poem: Bounce! – 22/09/19

    Poem: Bounce! – 22/09/19

     Bouncing here and 
     bouncing there,
     With no degree or level of
     concern or care.
      
     Flying high into a welcoming sky,
     Falling to a potentially grim reality below.
     The creaking trampoline springs could catch him,
     end his life as it is known. 
      
     But how does he do it?
     Land completely on the ‘X’?
     The perfect bouncing area
     his aim is nothing amiss;
     No disappointed ‘Oh’s’, nothing more or less.
      
     Because this six-legged creature is just so nimble
     and quick,
     If he ever became stuck in the springs,
     he’d wriggle his way out – 
     For that was just the way he is.
      
     One particular bouncy evening,
     this creature had been at it for hours,
     He bounced and dived and flew and glided
     His limbs guiding his particularly hairy and colourful form:
     This rising and falling allowed him to feel completely empowered.
      
     Because when he was a wee spider in the web, 
     barely breathing, unable to spin a thread,
     He felt lost inside, in a tiny world that seemed to suck him up. 
     
    His presence was unwanted by his abysmal excuse for a mother,
    He felt her unfeeling eyes were bone-dry, 
    with a heart full of ice.

    She seemed intent on catching and wrapping her prey,
    she spent no time with her children,
    She forsook them due to her obsession with delectable food,
    abandoning her kin's cries,
    Their desire for attention.
      
     So instead of hanging about, 
     in a stringent web that kept him in, and the interesting world out,
     He simply jumped over the edge and bounced:
     There was nothing left to lose. 
      
     He thankfully landed on a children’s trampoline,
     Perfectly positioned below him,
     Below the web of unwanted nightmarish dreams. 
      
     This was his escape,
     his adrenaline rush,
     And he made certain never to see his 
     viper of a life-giver again. 
      
     Bounce, bounce, bounce,
     It cleared his head, 
     Made him smile, 
      
     Hitting the ‘X’ at every turn,
     he would never be treated ill by another again. 
     This he would make certain of;
     this would be his happy ending.

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  • Poem: The Creature in the Red Sneakers – 18/09/19

    Poem: The Creature in the Red Sneakers – 18/09/19

    Aghast was he, an appalled creature was he,

    because presently he could see,

    he’d been fitted with horrid red sneakers during his waking dreams.

    It seemed as though he’d barely zoned out of reality, temporarily,

    and now here he was encumbered by tight cumbersome footwear upon his fine delicate feet.

    Greatly unamused was he!

    He tried to rid himself of them, kicking his tootsies this way, that,

    But the laces were too tightened, and his hands were malformed,

    What could this creature do to escape this undesired scene he abhorred?

    How he wailed and how he shrieked, for attention to be brought his way,

    It seemed like he needed one of those nasty self-serving humans, to help him with obtaining freedom and

    Be on his way.

    One happened upon him, saw his piteous state and hung about to diagnose his pain source,

    “Silly human, cannot you understand my shrieks, my words?” he said in creature-language, a babbling talk.

    Attempting to again kick his shoes off, it was seemingly hopeless,

    A lost cause.

    His rapid screeching frightened the human, she hastened away from him,

    He ran after her, squealing for assistance, then,

    Tripped on his laces, fell flat on his face.

    To his joy and astonishment, one of the formerly secure ties was now loose,

    Enough to be able to undo and slip off the cumbersome ugly red shoe;

    he was now partially footloose.

    He rose from the dirt, half flat-footed and sprinted to trip over the other,

    He succeeded in his mission, now,

    he was able to slip out of the unwanted other.

    He hadn’t needed any assistance after all, he was resourceful enough to have escaped,

    The only thing that meddling, unhelpful human had performed was

    Walking away from him, without any provided assistance,

    without a single word emitted.

    That was why he kept mostly away from humans, they didn’t know how to assist correctly or well,

    Because for this complex creature,

    he didn’t appreciate his feet being dressed by some well-meaning human, while this creature was under a daydreaming spell.

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