happiness – Page 2 – Lauren M. Hancock Poetry and Prose

Prose: Seeking Happiness – 20/09/20

The differences between us could be enormous. Life experiences, personal beliefs, ways of going about things. I guess the one thing we mostly have in common is a desire to be happy. Happiness can manifest itself in many ways from many things, but I’m not interested in seeking it through the materialistic. I’m interested in the personal and interpersonal. We can exist alone but who would we be without companionship, friendships, emotional ties, relatability?

Over the years, my friendship circle has diminished somewhat, for whatever reasons disclosed or undisclosed, but I cherish those who have remained in my life. Human connection is very much required, especially for me. I know some people would happily exist without contact from others, but I feel they might be few and far in between, perhaps some already experiencing unhappiness and wanting to shy away.

I know in myself the differences between us really don’t and shouldn’t count. We each have our own method of striving for happiness, but as long as the means isn’t immoral, cruel, or unkind, I encourage the exploration of your potential paths. Because, sometimes even we don’t know what it is that will make us happy; it could be a misleading impulse within our mind or heart, a shrieking volume instructing us to take this or that road, and then in the end, it was the wrong message and path all along.

But I encourage you to trust both your heart and mind, and if the message is a mistake, it’s an opportunity to learn about what is not right for you. Forget about our differences, and start embracing the similarities. Broadly speaking, we all want to be happy. Let’s make this happen.

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September 20, 2020

Poem: Double the Fun! – 21/08/20

It’s your birthday tomorrow,
I awake up from a nap
and there are two cakes,
one in your favourite flavour,
and one in mine.
I only suggested,
never insisted.
Never knew there would be two.
Perhaps there’s going to be two separate celebrations,
aren’t you a special one, I smile: this we already knew.
 
One for us, our immediate family,
then one for the remaining –
my two far-off brothers, currently our ‘extended’ family,
it’ll be nice, actually, to watch your eyes shine,
complemented by the candle lights,
to giggle and understand that you’re having twice the time!
 
The mud cake is all yours,
you can have the richness,
it suits you,
and the sickeningly sweet salted caramel can be for us three,
but mainly for later,
perhaps sneaked in for you and me.
 
Advanced happy birthday,
I hope you have a wonderful time,
blowing all those candles out!
Celebrating, amazing, I will proudly watch your joyfulness thrive.   

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Prose Poetry: It’s Your Birthday! – 07/04/20

Oh, a time for celebration! Your birthday while in isolation. There can only be us three, but that’s enough for you to see, that you are appreciated still, and you are deserving of the love you need. You are often quiet, you do not seek attention much, indeed, you are a hard worker of the household, our family, and you go about your tasks with a sense of careful meticulous duty.

But today you will allow me to hug you, to repeatedly kiss you upon the top of your head, when all other times I reach to embrace you, I am kept at arm’s length. There is something about affection that must make you squirm inside, but perhaps the fact I counted down the hours to midnight, to your birthday, showed that I care, it made you realise. Of course we love you, and of course we will always care, you are the masculine figure we always have to observe, to follow directives, to feel your care and quiet concern when it is required, when danger is near, you are the one to help pick up the pieces, you are always near.

And today is your day, let us celebrate it with a bang! Your presents gleefully given, one artistically made with a careful hand. And the others are so sweet that they could make your stomach curl, you delight in these gifts, for you rarely consume them at will. And now I spend extra time with you, when usually you are permitted your own space. I thought you liked it like this, but now, I realise, that sometimes you might enjoy my company, to have a quiet observer nearby to watch television with, perhaps here I am accepted as another.

And now it is time for cake, and we three celebrate, Mother’s been at work all day, and you are delighting in posing before the cake playfully, cheekily, unlike how you would act normally. I smile to myself, even those you are being so silly, because I know that you are enjoying yourself, this moment is one of today’s many. So, my precious Father, I hope you enjoyed your day, allow us to share in our love and appreciation for you each and every other day, always.

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April 7, 2020

Poem: A Little Tea Party for You and I – 25/12/19

 I arrange the setting outside,
 we have unicorn cake and fizzy grape juice,
 the drink I loved in childhood,
 my very own permitted wine.
  
 I smile at you as we seat ourselves,
 this sunlight is painfully glaring,
 but, I adore this quaint set up,
 it’s perfect for you and I. 
  
 We sit and we nibble,
 our cake tastes like pink candy!
 So much like confectionery that
 the dentist, far off, 
 almost sings fine and dandy.
  
 Within minutes our treats 
 have been snarfed away into 
 our little hollow bellies,
 but there is more to digest,
 more unicorn cake and drink aplenty. 
  
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December 25, 2019

Poem: An Old Friend – 07/11/19

 Flowery, happy moments, 
 where our moods and our words 
 would bounce and leap around,  
 our eyes playfully locking with the other’s, 
 as we smiled and pranced, 
 our voices singing in unison, 
 such a joyous sound. 
  
 I remembered how happy we were, 
 where we would spend all 
 our spare time together; 
 you’d visit me in the various locations 
 in which I’d lived, 
 and my goodness, the fun and mischief  
 we’d always seem to find.
  
 The days and nights which were 
 happily managed,
 when the sun arose 
 it was too soon for the dawn.
  
 We would explore the world in its 
 exciting realm of darkness, 
 the music thumping loudly in our ears, 
 and our eyes dancing this way and that
 searching for other people 
 to approach and learn more of.
  
 I’d always be too shy to get onto 
 the floor for a dance, 
 but you loved to move so fluidly,
 your limbs shifting so freely.
  
 But, we grew apart,
 for each of us there were differing trends,
 different paths we chose:
 some to be proud of,
 others not so much,
 but in the end, 
 there were decisions and results 
 of great commendation. 
  
 Because we both succeeded
 in our own ways,
 and while we do not speak, 
 and perhaps we will never 
 see one another again,
 at least I can hold the memories in my heart,
 strong, proud and true,
  
 that I had someone,
 a former great friend in my life who had 
 stuck around longer than     
 most of the people
 who were in my world had proven to.

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November 7, 2019

Prose Poetry: Hope – 01/11/19

Hope is the feeling of a singing soul, the uprising of a perfectly white dove against the pristine blue sky, tickling its feathers in the tapestry of life. It is when our emotions run free, accepting of openness, love, and crystalline positivity. The promise of something only pure and of sincere goodness, that an individual cannot pull their eyes away from: the vision causes their heart to fill only with gladness and goodness. It is the sound of trickling water splashing quietly from a pond’s waterfall, the gentle and quiet understanding that of one’s future, you will be promised a special kind of scope, a reasoning in the mind and a strength within your soul, because the knowledge that arises is filled with hope for not you alone, but really for us all.

Reach within and draw forth the seeds and encumbering ropes of a fortune told with supreme justice and knowledge that you will succeed, that lives will always hold some form of glistening and gleams; a perfection that the dove flying overhead can provide for us, yourself, myself, whomever, those who we can encounter in the land of Inbetween. Because isn’t that the point of it all? — to be hopeful even when events present as darkened, depressing, dismal, hopeless even? Allow your light to shine from the dark, and illuminate all that you are. Hope is but a state of mind, a sense of emotion away, embrace the understanding that what is felt will ultimately compel goodness and sincere positivity to flow your way.

Story example: Bubble of Happiness – 22/07/19

A bubble of happiness – what’s inside of yours?

Happiness in a bubble: what does it mean to you? To some, it means love, health, protection or security, and to others it means materialism and fortunes of the wealthy. To me, right now, happiness means this single fried chicken drumstick, food is my current mood, and I would say the state and growth of my appetite is rather inflamed and in itself quite wildly drastic.

The delicate crunch of the perfectly fried skin causes happiness to grow within me, such happiness deep within, while the soft inner meat of rich texture cushions my gnarling toothy, gnashing grin. Such bliss in this moment, a simple bite into an affordable treat, causes shiver of delight, permeating within.

To many in this world, food is happiness, and for those who have it in readiness, individuals such as you and I, we should feel utterly satisfied and blessed. For the many starving within the world have no other choice than to become fainter and more gaunt, their bubble of happiness might simply be a piece of bread, or an apple, anything to chew or crunch.

Work on your bubble of happiness, internally caressing it day by day, nurture what is important to you, during the morning, midday, afternoon and evening, even when you lay in bed awake. And then continue to dream of your hopes and your chased dreams, for achieving your happiness is as important as it truly seems.

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