Lauren M. Hancock Poetry and Prose

Tag: hope

  • poem: cherished – 28/03/22

    the magic of the Universe calls
    spiral patterns curl
    reminding us of grandma,
    mother and child
    the lush serene nature
    of breath
    glows from Gaia’s glorious eyes
    enlivened spirits
    exploring elves
    glittering sprightly sprites.
    I am amazed by the clouded blue before me
    above rainbows threaten to fall
    magnificent oceans,
    raging and still, waiting
    for the next wet treasure from
    Nature’s dripping eyes
    a blessing unto the animals
    forest dwellers
    and rainforest homes
    deserts with Libyan sand
    and zircon from a mystical land we should roam;
    emerald green reflected in
    the water of savannah’s dreams.
    Magic all around
    this world we call home
    cherish it we must
    trees to shoot forth,
    the jungle cats
    sleek and pleased
    birds soar on high
    eagles rise, swans dive.
    Precious be the little bugs
    who escape most eyes
    rescued spiders then released from harm
    by hands who love them to hide
    entranced, enchanted
    by the world we have here
    already created for us
    respect Gaia
    let us not destroy this bliss
    remain spellbound
    know her
    love, seal Nature’s union with a kiss.

    © 2022 Lauren M. Hancock Poetry and Prose. All rights reserved.
    Artwork by KELLEPICS on Pixabay.

  • poem: spellbound – 26/03/22

    poem: spellbound – 26/03/22

    This is inspired by a prompt on Instagram called ‘Spellbound’ from @mlhmusings. The title alone inspired me to write this piece, which is admittedly very different from how the artworks would have guided me on their own.

    Title: ‘Spellbound’
    By @laurenm.hancock ©

    I am spellbound by you, little darlin’,
    the little us which may never come to be,
    I am dreaming of you, sweet darlin’,
    the most precious princess we might ever see.
    Mesmerised I am by you, darling,
    thoughts of mystical magic you will flash,
    sweetheart, will you ever share your life?
    so many trials and tribulations
    threatened to thieve your conception,
    your true inner light will outlast.

    Some don’t encourage your arrival, dearest being,
    neither cajole nor inter you to shine
    the glory of your wondrous face: divine,
    the mildest then brightest expressions need
    never go to waste,
    apple of our eyes…

    My heart, our hearts, we shine with you,
    the ability to distinguish and slice through pain,
    Love will carry us through,
    a close-knit family,
    finally, our own,
    wishes naught yearned for
    nor cried for in vain,
    together, our lives will finally ring true.
    same, same and same.

    Our precious being, won’t you see?
    how eagerly awaiting we are for you
    to breathe,
    darling, view us, hear me,
    we welcome you with open arms,
    embrace your family,
    Star-child who decides to grace us,
    visit us from afar,
    accompanied by divine melody,
    sent from eons up above.

    (c) 2022 Lauren M. Hancock Poetry and Prose. All rights reserved.
    Photo by guille pozzi on Unsplash

  • poem: the lake – 11/03/22

    poem: the lake – 11/03/22

    amazing though is this air I breathe
    wanton duck melodies from the lake
    make me sing
    their quacks and quacks speak of more
    than what’s implied by them
    with a dear friend around the lake I
    take a turn and admire ducks, smile at happy mothers,
    children, and puppies with men.
    I am animated, she listens with quiet calm,
    by her side, I need no longer need take her arm,
    for days of physical support are not near,
    there’s nothing to help me, nor there to fear,
    while anxiety can burden, it’s not featuring here.
    Our friendship, o’er long years,
    with gaps, sliced by angled swords,
    the silences lingered, anger had been present,
    could be heard,
    but through it all, a line of devotion and loyalty,
    illness an immutable thread
    but never each other’s enemies.
    She will always be my friend, she’d said,
    words which touch me now and blessed me then,
    a slight choking of the throat at gratitude from a
    wondrous, forgiving woman,
    for friendship with myself, would not have been
    the easiest to keep sealed,
    my angered mouth bubbled over at times,
    but she remained with great devotion still.
    I am not a goddess, I am not someone to be revered,
    I am not a higher being, I am simply myself –
    and when in the mood, other characters,
    so self-assured,
    but in the end, I am me, myself, and
    there’s nothing from that which can decline,
    to some I am the apple of their eye,
    and to some, they wish for me to evade their current times.
    I’ll focus on my loved ones, and kind friends such as she,
    there until the end, together, even in absence and solitude,
    her momentary absence not a mystery.
    I will and do understand her occasional need to pull away,
    gaze at the lake, with quietness away from my chirping
    and tunes,
    a moment’s peace, a mindful exercise,
    then returning by my side for the conversation
    to be properly seen through.
    © 2022 Lauren M. Hancock Poetry and Prose. All rights reserved.
    March 2022
    Photo taken by myself.

  • prosody: sunshine – 22/02/22

    prosody: sunshine – 22/02/22

    During these times we need sunshine, love, affirmations and more, for the sun to shine through the dreary clouds. To bring forth the brightness within thee, to allow the circumstances to slowly ease. There is in a knowing in what comes forth, what will come next, dare I breathe, exhale, set a task? There is something glorious in again coming to know myself, because, when we take on our souls’ travesties and refill it with love, we can rejuvenate the world. Matter not the errors of the past, or the irreverent goals which we surely achieved at a half mast. Matter not do these conformities, these desires, the way I unwound myself with ease. Delicately, I broke myself over and over again, as a means, as means, to achieve my end. And then together I tried to make myself be. I grabbed the pieces, the shards of me. The broken mirror, the tainted glass. The errors of this world are half-cast shades of pink and blue, perhaps purple and green, or orange and white, tiger tales to be seen, sheer delight. And what say you to remain on guard, forever analysing this precious, beautiful world? I know not of these things, not anymore, for I am beginning to relax, become less anxiety driven, and becoming myself at long last Trust, it’s potent potion, is beginning as a spell to be cast. 
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  • Artwork: seeking tranquility

    Artwork: seeking tranquility

    Copyright 2022 Lauren M. Hancock. All rights reserved. Original artwork

  • Artwork: the lantern – 04/12/21

    Artwork: the lantern – 04/12/21

    the lantern meant to light my way
    brighten my path and send me sway
    with her i thought i would travel, gain
    but same same same
    the admirable? extravagant pain.
    Copyright © 2021 Lauren M. Hancock. All rights reserved. (artwork, poem)

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  • Poem: vivid radiance – 30/11/21

    Poem: vivid radiance – 30/11/21

    look at this breath
    this baby’s hum and warmth
    permeating the surface of peonies on show
    i cannot care any more than I already do
    for this exquisite view
    simplicity
    between hearts wrought,
    tapestries bursting, sewn full.

    my soul speaks of the injustice
    of being made to wait so many years
    but here I am
    willing, able, ready,
    I live my life, in full,
    with another I need not yearn
    nor contemplate
    for if the right being
    soul
    spirit
    soars floats,
    temporarily, ephemeral, my way
    I’ll be gracious and kind and understanding,
    welcome them solemnly to further stay.

    a flitting of gossamer I spot at the corner
    of my harking perceptive eyes
    the signs of sprites waiting to celebrate
    a meeting set to occur with ease?

    I can only hope
    but carry on, carry on,
    there is no need for stomach to yearn nor churn
    seasonally thoughts will gather
    and perhaps an encounter, chanced, will please, occur.

    for now though
    full am I within for the righteous will appear
    or vanish whenever they want to surprise or delight me,
    there is little right in holding expectations
    to beings who live so free,
    brandishing hope and understanding
    time precious time
    will help me
    allow me,
    willingly to see.
    (30/11/21)   
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    Photo by Zulmaury Saavedra on Unsplash

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  • Poem and Spoken Word: last night – 22/11/21

    Poem and Spoken Word: last night – 22/11/21

    I carried a hope for you and I to be whole
    to know it all together
    for positive growth
    there might not have been patience
    but there really was truth
    I could not ask for more but
    explanations that I could only view analyse and
    so I knew

    I prayed for you to love me
    to understand me further
    as I tried to understand you
    there’s no case in not wielding the ability
    for self-sacrifice, I know
    but if you won’t communicate how can I show
    patience knowledge true kindness
    but confusion anger upsets reigned
    because I didn’t realise what was
    going on in your life

    this life, our lives perhaps will align
    they may not please others but I have to watch out
    for those who control their understandings of myself
    and have known me over the years

    enough, enough,
    stop this nonsense, madness,
    I can’t promise a thing just like
    you cannot promise me the world
    because there’s only so much I feel
    that you can give
    but love me love me
    love the world as you love them and you love us
    (21/11/21)
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    Photo by tabitha turner on Unsplash

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  • Poem: i wish – 20/11/21

    Poem: i wish – 20/11/21

    i wish i wish
    to be seen for who I haven’t been before
    a need to be admired for who I am becoming and more
    not by others, no,
    but by myself, for who I am, who I am now,
    a genuine self-satisfaction for my hard work
    my development my resilience my growth

    it’s as though
    I wandered the nights for hours and years
    in the undergrowth
    dampened spirits, lingering hope
    every chance seemed uplifting, crazy,
    the freshest answer to myself,
    solutions to breathe,
    but devastation only met me,
    befell me and thus,
    from success I would fall away,
    I would flee.

    unbeknownst to me,
    my desires to be, to breathe,
    to have every need felt heard seen
    thwarted by the very process
    desperately employed
    highlighted
    underscored
    outlined
    incorrect methods and knowledge half-researched
    poorly spelled poorly cast
    the magic was never truly there
    because in my heart,
    I didn’t understand… me.

    i look back,
    I think of her every day and every night
    that little wild girl who just wanted the answers
    to be loved in life
    to have another hold her
    and share their hopes, nights and dreams
    not knowing what I know now
    I have to enjoy my days for me.
    life is so precious, believe,
    every second to understand that I must appreciate,
    feel and be.
    (19/11/21)   
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    Photo by freestocks on Unsplash

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  • Poem: bed of starlight – 19/11/21

    Poem: bed of starlight – 19/11/21

    look at the glowing
    a bed of starlight before me
    burning in its fluidity
    already passed but beauty present to see
    to experience,
    whilst being.

    what is this luck that I feel
    whilst basking beneath the starry warmth and the
    shine of their moon
    his smile is knowing
    as though he’s telling me soon soon
    but soon, for what?

    my heart tells me to beseech
    but my mind instructs me to wait
    contemplate, contemplate
    there’s no level of censure in my ability
    to remain here, concentrate
    on the future, away from the past,
    beneath the rolling blanket at half-mast
    part past eleven crawling seconds to midnight
    to last to pass

    I throw my head back and sing to the forlorn sun
    hidden behind the tapestry of the night
    awaiting the stars’ closing time
    so she can again shine soon
    and so can I
    with the brightness,
    effervescence I’ve found within
    because, being sprightly has its benefits
    thinking positively yields its merits

    I yodel into the night as though I’m calling
    for something lost –
    perhaps I am, perhaps I am,

    at least I’ve found my newest self,
    pleasure to be gained,
    my spirit, oh, how she soars,
    the world is patient, waiting for her,
    bright spark, to fully explore.
    (19/11/21)
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    Photo by Jeremy Thomas on Unsplash

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