Lauren M. Hancock Poetry and Prose

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  • Poem: changes – 10/11/21

    Poem: changes – 10/11/21

    I sing to the gods for they provide sustenance
    nectar sweet, lustrous
    twinkling, sparkling, flowing wine,
    don’t touch my tongue though
    without alteration I’ll be fine

    I love that life can promise so much
    if you seek it
    positive attitude
    the goodness flows through me
    the gods and goddesses smile at me
    upon me their expressions are the same
    proud, joyous that I’ve come so far
    darkness grew so old
    had to be tamed

    I warble with my daily tasks
    look forward to completing even menial things
    without being asked
    it’s such a lightness I feel within
    now that I appreciate so much more
    dare I say everything?

    untoward may be certain moments
    but I can look at them without tainted eyes, thoughts,
    they no longer conjoin with my mindset
    I turn my thinking around
    appreciate what there is to gain
    from times that do not initially please
    because appreciating what is being presented
    sometimes takes a little twisting.

    I feel the warmth radiate within my heart
    rare are times of mood swings or upsets
    non showy
    not up in arms
    I am simply living life in a pleasant way
    because I’m happy with myself
    much more than those yesterdays.

    changes came when I paved my way.
    (10/11/21)

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  • Poem: The Essentials – 11/06/21

    Poem: The Essentials – 11/06/21

    Pack only the essentials,
    come along for the ride,
    our path ahead, awaiting,
    let’s take back those
    glorious moments in time.

    We’ll wheel our way
    through the visions,
    ride with hearts
    beating, brimming, full,

    courageous in the circumstance,
    trying tribulations
    were proof.

    Rise higher yet,
    our world will
    not be done,
    barrel our way
    into the sunset,
    obtuse were they,
    those lies about us they spun,

    we’ve only packed the essentials,
    it’s just you and I this time,
    ride together like the wind,
    forever ticking, mutual time.

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  • Poem: Luminescent – 02/05/21

    Poem: Luminescent – 02/05/21

    The Moon in all his glory, 
    pale, craggy, yet luminescent, 
    he smiles down upon our Earth
    as though in a parody,
    a soft spot held for us, and meant. 

    The Sun, she tries to jostle with him
    for pride of place in the sky, 
    I laugh, shake my head to myself, 
    I don’t bother to ask her why. 

    They can and do co-exist, 
    but one’s more prominent
    than the other, 
    I don’t have to, 
    need to mention
    who begs for more or less power. 

    Demand much from the clouds
    and they may wink 
    before the Sun or Moon, 

    obscure them from our eyes, 
    us mere humans on this Earth, 
    here to appreciate the 
    glowing orbs hanging from the sky on high.

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  • Poem: An Eventful Evening – 27/04/21

    Poem: An Eventful Evening – 27/04/21

    A rambling here and there, 
    a touch, a smile, humour is in the air, 
    comfortability, 
    company contained, 
    thoughts shared, 
    all aboard the rise and fall of the train. 

    I don’t feel awry, do you?
    They shake their head, 
    they know not to speak their truths, 
    for if it were known how nervous one felt, 
    the pressures of the heart would have to be spoke,
    a heart would have to admit it melts,
    the tightening of a wanted noose, 
    a newly looser belt. 

    Why on earth would the fissures let loose, 
    steam gusting forth, 
    and geysers pressurising the room, 

    words spoken, or hushed in the dark, 
    addle the mind, 
    or allow another to crawl away, 
    escape, 
    into their comfort zone, 
    where are you — 
    oh, hark?
    I think this takes the cake, 
    I think it hits the mark,
    walk away, away, from the affray?

    Take the sugar, 
    exercise the sweetness,
    be brave, 
    don’t knock objects aside accidentally, 
    the clumsiness can leave a smudge
    that no one will want to save, 

    and celebrate the moments
    when time seems to have healed 
    the brokenness inside of them,
    and eyes, 
    and sight, 
    certain glittering beauty will steal.

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  • Poem: I Remember the Egg Hunt – 12/04/20

    Poem: I Remember the Egg Hunt – 12/04/20

    I remember hiding eggs for my little brothers,
They were tiny and sweet and curious,
They loved the treasure hunting,
It went down a treat,
Each Easter Sunday.
 
And when they were found,
I’d hide them again,
Two, three times,
The hunting went,
And smiles all around,
Beaming,
From me to them,
The joyous moments shared,
Loving, sibling hearts together,
And then –
 
The feasting commenced,
How my brothers loved this part,
Where they could indulge,
Contented were their hearts,
 
The shiny egg foil carelessly discarded upon the ground,
Where will these chocolates be?
Will they be hidden again or never again found?
 
And quietly with great grins did the feasting go on,
So many eggs there were to count,
Now there was basically nothing left!
All but gone!
 
And the satisfaction from their sugar-filled bellies could all be seen
Upon their expressions,
Time to rest,
The sugar rush caused a tiredness that’s overwhelming.
  
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  • Poem: Draw Me From My Shell – 04/02/20

    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.  

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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.

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