Crazed night full of backstabs and bites
and false sugar sweetness relax into this dream
there is understanding there are laughs there is fight
there is wit pomp and circumstance to cease this inner fight
she shrieks about the hell beneath her world in which she lives
she attempts to share her knowledge and more but
the bunny rabbit only questions and sings
annoying character is she but shields the devils face
with deep, deep chagrin upon him
Wonder not the times of treason of incorrect submission “
or that Libra you are for searching
you will find her deep within me.
For I am your saviour within this life, within our dream.
Friends together, if you’ll let it be
so mote it be so mote it be.
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Poem: friends forever? – 08/01/21
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Poem: First Time – 26/06/21
The very first moment
I leant in for your kiss,
I’d been waiting most of the morning,
watching your careful moving lips.
With bliss abounding,
I had spoken with abandon,
so ecstatic I was to be in your presence,
and seated next to you,
my heart raced,
my breath held,
bated,
surely you could see,
feel the rich desperation,
my need,
for your touch,
underscored by your
vermillion crease.
You were hesitant,
for unknown reasons
I watched your body stiffen,
unsure it seemed you were,
to accept excitable desire
toward you,
perhaps fearful of such nearness.
With a quick peck on
billowy cushions,
disappointed somewhat,
I retracted,
dejected,
it swims through my innards,
a scourge,
fresh disease,
I could not wipe
the sadness from
my shuttered eyelids,
was ‘playfully shy’
your process?
I protest with these lips,
beseech you to
explain away your fears,
attempts to allay mine
of not being enough,
of being too eager,
too excitable,
too weird,
is my pressuring too rough,
am I not the girl you wanted,
am I not the presence desired,
if not,
annihilate this morning,
embarrassment bleeding,
as your stuttering excuses start…
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Poem: Comrade – 22/02/21
Glowing in the dark,
your pallour simply shines,
you’re not sickness,
you’re bright and mine.
The whiteness that doth paint thy reserved cheeks,
highlighting flushed spots upon eager flesh
which competes with the calmed presence within you,
voices call for you to go, to go,
but you know better, you know best,
the truth.
You won’t leave me,
no matter how much the world calls and calls
for you to depart,
you are devoted,
purposefully stuck,
in the land of Inbetween,
your eyes and heart are thus awestruck.
I didn’t aim to drag you aside from your path,
the strength to do so required Herculean,
but here we are,
myself overjoyed and anew,
and you distracted, wondering how this situation became true.
In a way, we both gained,
yourself, a heart-song to warble, to unwrap, to borrow,
performed in time,
and myself, a loyal comrade who shall accompany anywhere with an eager smile.© 2021 Lauren M. Hancock. All rights reserved.
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Poem: Draw Me From My Shell – 04/02/20
A wonderful morning for a joyous jaunt with my dear friend and myself and I. We chat about issues, we chat about friends, we chat about everything, it warms my heart to be there. Coffee sips so sweet my lips smile indiscriminately, one side curls up higher, as though far more pleased than the other could be, a twitch at that corner, it shows my stupid happiness, I am giddy at being out in the open. I’ve holed myself away for so long, staring into the screen fingers oozing over keys, tap tap tap, the solitude drew me in too far, overly introspective. Yet this outing is exactly what I’ve needed lighthearted, going about to view things, hoping to find something that catches the eye, and a new path that I’ve turned upon, where I’m exploring the realms but without the mental instability clouding my research, this is something worth delving into. But now, we continue wandering, talking about this and that, and by now three hours have passed, my friend, for your company, I thank you, thanks for drawing me away from the negativity within me, you’ve quite the knack at that. © 2020 Lauren M. Hancock. All rights reserved. Image by StockSnap from Pixabay
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Prose Poetry: Your Little Birdy – 17/10/19
Broken, he seemingly fell from the heavens, into your considering view. Into your loving care and concern, he assisted at healing you too. As you nursed him back to health, hand rearing, listening to his joyous, tenuous calls and providing your skills of motherly loving, you watched him and his confidence grow tenfold, in the days you spent together.
Then disaster would strike, oh, the horror, as differing birds came to sweep your Birdy away. Yet he is now looked after by a larger other, of his own kin; you smile to yourself, knowing he is finally grown enough for freedom with his own kind, with his other hopefully he will stay. Though, close to your heart his memories will forever remain, and you wish for him as a guardian of your land, you know you cannot will him to be anything more than free, as the moment that he flew from your hand.
© 2019 Alice Well Art, Lauren M. Hancock also known as Alice Well. All rights reserved.
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