Lauren M. Hancock Poetry and Prose

Tag: help

  • poem: war of the worlds/calling to archangels – 25/01/22

    poem: war of the worlds/calling to archangels – 25/01/22

    Brother and Sister

    The brothers come closer
    they materialise into view
    expecting the expectant dame to cry ‘adieu adieu’
    but she will not fall
    like a tree in the quiet woods she will not be felled,
    not even by a dark witch doctor with
    many alibis to tell.

    he holds the keys,
    swings with her melodies,
    he rhymes and rhymes,
    in unison in style,

    like youngest and child they sing to the heavens,
    mother mary they smile at her,
    the archangels they call to them.

    these two are kindred in some type of way,
    spirits never lost yet reunited by purpose,
    shall we say?
    but the truth of the matter is
    they both have their own loves
    they only sing together like gentle sparrow and dove. 

    who is the M who is L?
    who is the character that is perceived as
    well?
    is it the minority,
    is it the victim mentality,
    or is it completely another character,
    the malicious son of an entity?

    We shall continue this broadcast of enmity
    shortly,
    let us recommence dictating World War Three.

    Nacht.

    Copyright 2022 Lauren M. Hancock. All right reserved.

  • A Quick Question for You…

    A Quick Question for You…

    I was wondering, is anyone is experiencing any problems playing the SoundCloud embeds I have placed in my recent posts?

    If you could please let me know yes or no in the comments, that would be great, thanks, and I will hopefully be able to sort out the problem if there is one.

  • 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.

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


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