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  • 1000 posts reached today – thank you to my readers

    1000 posts reached today – thank you to my readers

    Today I reached 1000 posts! I’ve been blogging at WordPress since early 2019. It’s been a long and winding road, full of ups and downs, repetitions and calls and cries, but I have finally made it here, and without you all, this would have been a shriek to a bleak blacked out wall, nothing to be seen, heard or felt at all. So I thank you, my dear readers, for sticking around, and reading my words, even when they became choppy and mean, and they became untoward. You still stayed, you still remained, and for that, I love you until the morning light rises and the moon won’t go away. I am so grateful for every single one of you, please celebrate with me and enjoy in a little drink together with me, too.

  • Poem: the constant common denominator – 08/02/2022

    Poem: the constant common denominator – 08/02/2022

    It feels so natural to speak the truth

    Embedded with Constance to see me through

    Upon the tips of my tongue

    A hullabaloo

    And an irrevocable meaning, melding

    Of heartfelt growling too.

    They’re, we’re indestructible, I know,

    View the airiness within me as my two delicates rose

    I need not have not

    Want for material things because the truth is

    My spirit is soaring.

    No matter what you say or do

    You cannot take me from the stars

    From the skies

    The sighs and I quickly taste that bitter pill

    Of poison

    For some refuse me heavens door

    No matter how hard I rap or knock

    I cannot get in …

    Frantic cries for Doc!

    The paid spread the mayhem

    LOST

    I calm myself

    It’s only motes

    Or dust

    My being is travelling

    Astral through the sky

    Whisper I sleep prettily and dream of

    Wonderful butterflies

    Shush as they encompass me

    Their light winged air begging me to stare at

    Their wondrous dramatic colours of sweet rich hues

    Nothing like where upon the earth,

    We are hunted for training

    For sailing for achievements

    For ENTERTAINMENT and more

    I am no more a sheep for fleece as steak is to hunger

    I refuse to be your sacrifice any longer r

    Before those guilty of harbouring powers from me for so many years

    Stuff you and your sister and your job cause your beard, because hey,

    I kinda like your beard. 🙂

    Returning in all seriousness, don’t cease my ability to soar, I don’t NEED you now, all I needs myself is my mind, my wits and the ability to laugh at funny situations.

    Because laughter shared is happiness gained, my love. Did you not know that?

    I like you more or less. 🙂

    (C) copyright 2020 Lauren M. Hancock. All rights reserved.

  • Poem: chosen tapestry – 25/12/21

    Poem: chosen tapestry – 25/12/21

    I smile to myself for I see true potential in all
    the kings and the queens the flowers and the bees
    the people who epitomise the opening of hearts
    I can now see
    I connect with others in differing ways
    but each encounter each word smile breath
    does amaze
    I feel the human spirit sing
    I am not afraid to live on the edge
    tread the thread
    live laugh learn
    and finding out my personal truths

    I need to do what is meant to be
    what has already been seen
    in the tapestry of God
    up in His arms he smiles benevolently upon
    the woven garb he wears and eyes lower toward me
    proudly with an attitude so knowingly
    He loves me just as he loves the rest of the world
    and enables me to heal my wings with others’ love and time
    and now I can gently rise
    increment by feather-step and tip
    I breathe the atmosphere in
    wondrous setting no more stagnant stolen feeling
    I am not confused I am just healing
    loving and being
    this world I am embracing.

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    Merry Christmas to all, have a wonderful day with friends and family! ❤ 🙂 – Lauren




  • Poem: divine gratitude – 07/12/21

    Poem: divine gratitude – 07/12/21

    my feet are firmly planted
    and I’m no longer here yearning, asking
    why, why not have I?
    while others seem so preciously pleased
    and at ease
    and, amazing now, I am one of these.

    these people, one of many I am
    I search my pockets for a clue
    a hand-jotted note
    a materialistic reminder that I
    am here
    and I don’t need to wonder
    wandering around lost and confused
    wailing, trailing the heels of others
    for a reverent decision

    a ringing precious sound
    no, the energy force,
    wonderment source
    is here and now,
    it’s here in my present,
    and, I know, I know that this
    peaceful surety is something to treasure
    because it’s come at a great cost —
    the loss of my past armour,
    for I do not need it,
    nowadays, I am far, far stronger.

    Bring on Life, Love, bedazzled with
    our amazingly heartfelt stars.
    (06/12/21)  

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  • Poem: striving – 07/11/21

    Poem: striving – 07/11/21

    my mission is pure,
    Seer’s blood I am sure,
    entitled to breathe in and relax
    because I am laying, stress-relieved upon my back,
    there’s nothing left to say except this,
    I cannot stress enough the importance of
    wanting to remain,
    to be the best in life that I can be,
    pity those who care not for life,
    who do not accept it as something
    to be cherished, loved,
    adored, too.

    I cannot believe that some just coast on by
    never taking in what surrounds them,
    beauty of November, sprinklings of May,
    and baby, I wish you to spread those wings
    and want to stay,
    honestly, reckoning I shall
    because there’s so much to delve into,
    the possibilities are endless,
    I will say.
    (07/11/21)

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  • Poem: Tepid – 01/10/21

    Poem: Tepid – 01/10/21

    I remember when life was tepid, unenthusiastic,
    carried little warmth,
    I remember being feeling disconnected
    from the world in and of itself,
    that I was a victim of many circumstances,
    not one,
    that others were targeting me,
    I was unlucky or such or some,
    I remember feeling different,
    that I was never accepted that much,
    never right,
    never really enough.

    But today, I realise it’s taken a turnaround,
    life experiences, changes of thoughts and memories,
    interpretations of many instances,
    I’m not hung, nor swinging in the trees,
    feeling distress or like I am lacking
    in certain privileges or others,
    in fact, I’ve been blessed with much in this life,
    now that I can see, now that I’ve acknowledged,
    now that I’ve bothered.

    No longer feeling a victim of my thoughts,
    depression and sadness do not loom,
    they do not encompass my bedroom, my breath,
    do not taint as though a noxious gloom,
    in fact, I am grateful for so many things,
    friends, life, family, happiness, small things that others won’t,
    can neither personally feel nor see,
    for I am flying, free as a bird,
    in my emotions I am soaring high with my wings.

    The enormity of the understanding that I needed to
    change my thought patterns,
    that I just had to alter my wingspan to catch the wind
    of others’ perspectives, learnings to carry upon myself,
    to be absorbed by my ears, dutifully heard,
    and carried through to my heart,
    feel the beat-beating like a drum,
    reminding me I am alive,
    I have survived so much and now,
    I am here for the joyous ride.

    Tepid no longer is life to me,
    I am grateful, so gracious in accepting what is
    presented to me,
    I shall make the most of every opportunity,
    and learn from the mistakes I make,
    alter belief patterns if need be,
    and continue on being the change,
    that my life
    needed to inhale, exhale, with deep relaxation,
    I heavily sigh,
    freedom of choice,
    of living is awaiting me,
    wide wingspan so beautiful I want to weep,
    not a single eye shall remain dry,
    my spirit, finally it is free.

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  • Poem: Blessed Scene – 10/09/21

    Poem: Blessed Scene – 10/09/21

    The garden’s greenery embraces me,
    wonder seen, euphoria breathed,
    chest heaving, visions to believe in,
    bountiful Earth entities, flickering leaves, reaching twigs,
    encroaching branches,
    to my life, they have been given.

    I marvel at the sights all around,
    the gentle wisp of accompanying windy sounds,
    the soft gusts here and there
    which spread subtle fragrance in the air,
    it is without a care that I exist in this land,
    sitting in my stained oak outside chair,
    and wondering to myself,
    what did I do to deserve this,
    sights and sounds,
    perfection everywhere?

    The twittering of distant birds,
    and soft automobile travels,
    off for a lark?
    Unlikely, in this world climate,
    but still we live to have a laugh,
    or at least smile, appreciating Nature’s
    work of art,
    knowingly or unknowingly,
    I will continue to exist within this breeze
    of intent,
    goddess or gods’ efforts well spent,
    as they bluster now,
    heavier, more breeze,
    but effervescent, it’s as though bubbles of brightness
    are purposeful, here, and well-meant.

    I relax back now,
    adoring the visions some more,
    brightness shines in my eyes,
    greenery and hues of natural rainbows,
    even artificial hues do not bore,
    colour schemes and blustering trees,
    whistling, wonder what’s transported in spirit
    between those leaves?
    Blessed am I indeed
    to have this scene all for me.

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  • Poem: Abundance – 06/07/21

    Poem: Abundance – 06/07/21

    I shall sojourn
    to follow my bliss,
    chase those dreams,
    negativity’s finally amiss,

    feel the breadth of a
    blossoming soul,
    richer than an expansive rose,
    something which I’ve learned,
    which I’ve come to know
    is that Life’s a great adventure
    if you treat it with joy,
    with graciousness,
    with gratitude,
    it is so welcoming,
    clutch it with style.

    I’ll smile,
    spread my wings,
    take flight,
    this path ahead is mine,
    I’ll call and call for nothing,
    for no one,
    for I alone am growing whole.
     
    Wouldn’t you be pleased to know
    that the leaky gaps are plugged,
    closed tightly, sealed shut,
    and now,
    I can fill with abundance,
    filling, filling, overflow.

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  • Poem: Celsius – 24/01/21

    Poem: Celsius – 24/01/21

    The heat takes to me as a tingle on my skin, 
    raised endorphins still allow the stinging in, 
    I feel faint, 
    this warmth I hate, 
    others are grateful, 
    the cool change I await. 

    Sweat begins to pool at the small of my back, 
    the nape of my neck, 
    I struggle, 
    looking for relief, 
    won’t the singeing rays abate?
    Temperamental, hissing under my breath, 
    I await, I await, the cool change yet. 

    Some glorify this heat, 
    dancing in its smiles and welcoming arms, 
    but I am grumpy, dehydrated, 
    sulking, 
    this heatwave, 
    it is unwanted,
    won’t its ferocity become placid?

    Perhaps I should be gracious and accept each passing moment,
    to practice gratitude and be thankful because
    life’s for living, 
    and complaining simply isn’t worth it.

    Despite my discomfort, 
    despite my dismay, 
    I throw my arms to the heavens and thank God for this day. 

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  • Poem: Thank You – 27/06/20

    Poem: Thank You – 27/06/20

    Sometimes I don’t feel like writing,
but something compels me
to create,
 
to dig deep beneath
the superficial,
to find something meaty,
or rich like marrow, 
a delicious read to taste.
 
Something tantalizing,
that the reader will
hunger for,
whetting the appetite,
will palatable words soar?
 
What can I create?
What can I make?
That will appeal to others
evermore?
 
It is my duty
with this pen,
to detail something
both truthful and meaningful
that cannot be ignored by them.
 
But, I can fail in this measure,
no matter the arduous
work and time
I put into a piece,
 
some works are destined to 
have little success,
some untoward qualities that
won’t beckon to thee.
 
I can’t please everyone
with my daily content,
although I will
thank you all,
those who remain,
those who decided to stay,
 
even those curious,
for a fleeting look,
I am so grateful
for your presence hereupon this day.
 
Please visit another time,
when you view the moment opportune,
to share in my thoughts,
up, up, and away.
 
I know sometimes
my words may be stale,
perhaps for you
they do not ring true,
 
but I’m only human,
with imperfections 
just like you,
and my words can
carry fault with them, too.

But I thank you for
your attention,
as I happily reflect
or share bittersweet disconnect,
 
and for allowing yourselves
to be an audience,
I am utterly thankful
that my words you continue to peruse -

I hope to see your inquisitive faces 
again very soon.

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