Lauren M. Hancock Poetry and Prose

Tag: life

  • Poem: Angelic Conversations – 23/06/21

    Poem: Angelic Conversations – 23/06/21

    Angels, open my eyes to your norm.
    Watch me pirouette with joy as
    mischievously, I crush away negativity
    with bright, sparkling charm.

    Allow me to clear my clouded mind,
    intentions wrought,
    systemic intent there to find,
    underscored,
    rightfully learning,
    warmth, embraces,
    until the waking morning.

    I pass aside complaints,
    they no longer serve me,
    convoluted,
    they are unnecessary,
    they shan’t fuel like a disease for me,

    for then,
    I can say that I have danced,
    an angel in my arms,
    decisively, decidedly so,
    the beings assist me to cast goodness
    up, away
    like flung seeds
    which will magically morph
    into hidden food sources underneath,
    quietly homegrown.

    In the darkness, they will flourish,
    they were cautiously then confidently thrown,
    reaping the beneficial nature
    of stardust angels have imparted,

    beautiful,
    I know,

    of their blessings,
    their benefits,
    beseech the angels I do,
    I will entreat myself to the
    celestial beings
    before me,
    softly speaking,
    they’ve addressed my need
    intuitively,
    divine nature so pure,
    comfort swims before my eyes,
    a rich splash of electrifying blue.

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  • Prose: Forever – 22/06/21

    Prose: Forever – 22/06/21

    If I could smile forever, would it be a blessing or torture? The relics of my past lay here, ready to plunder. Sort through the objects of murk, cast aside the intense, vile need to drink, the sunken images, the dishevelled bed, the catastrophic thoughts only I can see.

    If I smiled at you, day-in, day-out, would you believe me worthy, would your infatuation remain devout? If I trust my intuition, making wise, well-formed decisions, would I ride by without guilt and indecision, always smiling unto the morning?

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    Previous Post: ‘This Time of the Morning’ – 21/06/21

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  • Poem: This Time of the Morning – 21/06/21

    Poem: This Time of the Morning – 21/06/21

    Sudden apprehension as
    I stand at your earthly shell,
    instant regret as I knock,
    ring all bells,
    the nervous demeanour as I
    seek more of you within,
    knocking, rap, who is there?
    Could you become a
    future next of kin?

    Barrelling waves of desire
    as I dredge courage,
    haunting hour,
    expel from me
    what keeps me meek –
    hunting woman, be brave,
    elders have told me.

    But, you will not budge,
    protected, curled,
    defensive ball,
    like a slater-bug you could be rolled
    in any which direction one would
    want you to go,
    but healing you choose
    to be,
    eyes closed,
    breath shallow,
    yet thoughts so heavy,
    I can imagine tired eyes,
    red, raw and bleary.

    Heavenly is the state to reach,
    blessed be,
    enveloped, no more defences,
    arms carrying,
    a protector I can, I will be,

    if only you’ll open the door,
    allow me in to see,
    together, let’s introspect,
    find the solutions which
    will presently free.

    This time of the morning has always been
    good for me.

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    Previous Post: ‘On a Journey’ – 20/06/21

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  • Poem: On a Journey – 20/06/21

    Poem: On a Journey – 20/06/21

    I am in control of this life,
    my hours,
    seconds,
    my minutes,
    in increments
    I open my eyes wide,
    blinking languidly.

    Heavy sockets decide
    whether to carry on,
    hold onto the
    relics of former years,
    a light-worker’s mission is
    never done,
    belligerent calling,
    exhibited now:
    flashes brightening with split pictures.

    I absorb each moment
    as it dances before me,
    like eager cottonwool
    soaking up fresh, atmospheric bliss,
    away with old, dim, dank gloom.

    My head presently rings
    with glowing pains set into place,
    I trip, I smile,
    life’s somehow not gone to plan,
    sometimes time does go to waste.

    But I embrace how unknown music rings,
    turns itself out,
    the melodious harmonies
    growing richer, brighter, cast aside fears,
    no room for doubts,

    keep quiet promises near,
    begin to breathe intuitively,
    and wondering
    at the journey,
    amazingly devout,
    my soul is resonating
    with its yearning,
    from within, out.

    Incredible joys threaten to swell with
    personal pride,
    lingering,
    away with irreverence,
    I’ll smile,
    much left to gain,
    my truest moments are beginning,
    I’d tried so hard, in vain,

    now,

    listen to me, Universe,
    I’m finding my path at last,
    no roads, no avenues, no lanes,
    this highway is direct,
    it is introspective,
    is intuitive,
    barren of old, crusted negative pains
    away they’ve been cast,
    finding true direction at last.

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  • Poem: Free-Spirited Heart – 19/06/21

    Poem: Free-Spirited Heart – 19/06/21

    You, my spirit friend,
    are an armour.
    A shield against the
    Outside World.

    You guard so I can swell
    with inner light,
    shine forth,
    brightly shine,
    sparkle,
    and twirl.

    You accompany me
    as my life I attend,
    poppies growing higher,
    I sniff, bent head,
    behind your warmth,
    your barrier
    I can be,
    I am growing like little poppies,
    so delicate and free.

    You watch with pride
    as I explore the world,
    listen to my bubbling pearls,
    shared words of wisdom,
    windows of advice,
    entered my life
    at the point of thrice.

    This free-spirited heart,
    she is confident, yes,
    but with discourse,
    accompaniment,
    her heart grows bigger,
    but less

    is the moment
    when she needs
    many helping hands,
    yours is the one who
    clears past life’s memories,
    the ones which do not need to be saved.

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    Previous Post: ‘Trusting’ – 18/06/21

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  • Prose: Trusting – 18/06/21

    Prose: Trusting – 18/06/21

    I trust those little, impactful moments when my pride, it begins to swell. Borne not of arrogance but knowing the hard work I’ve put in has permitted future prose. Something I can be proud of, something I’ve placed my heart within, written with thoughtful pondering, becoming more as I work then rework certain wordings.

    I soften myself; I’d grown hardened over the years, now I don’t need to be defensive, I’ve spoken, am speaking of my fears. And when they fall beneath eyes so kind, and ears warm with empathy and intent, I know, I know, I have found my home, words to be shared, not just purged or spent.

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  • Poem: Crumble – 16/06/21

    Poem: Crumble – 16/06/21


    There are times when I crumble,
    rare they be, they’re there,
    can’t always be self-assured,
    my stomach turns,
    mind feels consumed,
    my carefree self, loaded with discomfiting airs.

    Unfortunate is the moment
    when I can’t rejoice
    because of what’s occurring,
    the panic, nervous anxiety,
    peering eyes,
    curious crowds?
    Overactive minds.

    I need to acknowledge my value,
    what my presence means
    in the world,
    I may be one of billions,
    but I’m unique
    in my own ways,
    a special individual,
    like any and all others.

    Truth unfurls,
    fetal position,
    now uncurl,
    standing tall,
    spine erect,
    eyes facing, direct,
    gaze unwavering,
    confidence bursting,
    lost in a moment,
    powerful vision,
    striding ahead —
    being utterly daring.

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    Previous Post: ‘Flick’ – 15/06/21

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  • Poem: Flick – 15/06/21

    Poem: Flick – 15/06/21

    I toss my hair back,
    my mane flows,
    breathes with the life
    only the dubious have eternally felt,
    the ignorant have experienced,
    the naïve have known.

    Tossing, flicking,
    side to side,
    contact,
    contraction,
    the exploring butterflies
    want, they need to hide.

    My mane’s a weapon,
    an instrument of mass destruction,
    whip it, girl,
    some dancers would say,

    strands bunched as one,
    admirably thick,
    enviously strong,
    lengthily, lengthily,
    we all roll along,
    fingers drag through hair,
    I won’t ever be proven wrong.

    Mentioning, must be mentioned,
    what is this which
    permeates my list
    written beneath the brand new moon?

    Absent-minded flick,
    a smile,
    connections,
    as is,

    don’t burn this list,
    it’s meant to give,
    allow me to quietly receive,

    strand-by-strand,
    nothing, not a single hair
    is awry, nor amiss.

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  • Poem: Don’t Wanna Leave – 14/06/21

    Poem: Don’t Wanna Leave – 14/06/21

    Swimming in pools,
    whirling thoughts,
    like sediment,
    opportunities
    sink to the rocks,
    soggy, thick dirt.

    Submerged below
    the system,
    unexplored territory,
    pumped,
    crunched by pistons,
    enmity, harsh dichotomy.

    And the duality
    of both positive
    and negative systems
    overrides our ability for
    safe distances,

    from the beginning
    we will venture,
    from the middle,
    we will endure,
    all that exists
    beneath those shining surfaces.

    Fluidity of movement
    is so very important,
    though my false smile catches corners,
    galloping sounds pass by,
    whinnying, disagreeable sea horses,

    and to remember,
    to recall,
    those rides by the sea,
    they were magnificent,
    spectacular,
    the recollections I breathe.

    You and I, was it even you,
    or just singularly me?
    Horizon spans as far an
    eternally-felt rumination can see.

    Soggy underwood,
    underfoot,
    stormy-footed grip,
    envelope me,
    potent still,
    don’t you dare
    make a sound,

    hush, little baby,
    hold me in your arms,
    time is affective,
    I don’t wanna leave these charms.

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    Previous Post: ‘Release’ – 13/06/21

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  • Poem: Release – 13/06/21

    Poem: Release – 13/06/21

    Naturally, gently allowing
    the walls to crumble,
    down.

    Watching the open space
    bleeding into atmosphere’s
    righteous, wild unknown.

    Shreds of wisdom
    fall by the wayside,
    replaced by newer thoughts,
    the yarn, my thread of life,
    it is taut,
    so pleasantly, beautifully taut.

    Geraniums are laid by
    the broken, shattered walls,
    where once I wailed for more,
    for understanding,
    to be noticed,
    acknowledged,
    truth be told,

    yet here stands I,
    brimming with confidence,
    exuding inner success,
    it’s not about material possessions,
    no,
    I am truly, irrevocably blessed.

    I am dreaming
    of my purpose,
    what feels so right
    in the moment,
    barrelling through
    inconspicuous tirades
    of words formerly held,
    their refute against what I most admired,
    now their former plight.

    I am valuing my truth,
    I unwind,
    zig-zagging my way
    here and there,
    for in my mind
    I am now free of pain
    and this is
    truly a sight to see,
    I’ve tamed, released, and purged
    the demons from me,
    no more fear to bear.

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