Lauren M. Hancock Poetry and Prose

Tag: life

  • Spoken Word/Poem: gusty aura – 01/12/21

    Spoken Word/Poem: gusty aura – 01/12/21

    ambiguous this breath I take
    what does it mean
    to my whole, how does it relate?
    does this sustenance
    this air I take
    matter in any means of entirety
    do I exist for a form of fate?
    wonder not into the desert of human traits, deep existence
    wander in the sand dunes
    heated footsteps
    this breath I take
    expired and
    spent.

    there may be many heaves to come
    or several to falter as I fall
    my ailing heart perhaps
    suffers quietly
    I need not, want to tell,
    for to acknowledge the damage that
    I may have already done
    performed performed unwind this
    travesty
    self-abuse this is not a clever tale

    forthcoming do I see this
    will it fit my puzzle pieces
    as I dare to rearrange to dream
    to find that final picture without suffering
    to exist not exist but live and breathe
    with sights song
    energy free
     
    no more stares
    who cares for their thoughts
    the ignorant with their opinions whom
    do not truly know me
    only the visual

    they should be taught
    not to judge on appearances
    have I not worked so very hard
    on annihilation of that form
    that former suffering
    now I live for me
    to be
    I may have taken it a wee bit far
    but at least my efforts are here
    billowing like a gusty aura
    all about me.
    (30/11/21)

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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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    Previous Post: Spoken Word Collaboration by Navin and Lauren – implore – 29/11/21

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  • Spoken Word Poetry Collaboration: Implore – by Navin Manik and Lauren M. Hancock – 29/11/21

    Spoken Word Poetry Collaboration: Implore – by Navin Manik and Lauren M. Hancock – 29/11/21

    Recently, I had the wonderful opportunity to work with my dear friend, Navin Manik, of Navin’s Poetry to write and record together a piece together. Please visit his site for his amazing spoken word and poetry. There you will find soulful, striking, deep words from his very soul recorded, performed and shared.

    We sincerely hope you enjoy our poetry project, Implore.

    Implore

    The breaths I take
    The steps I sway
    When I dance on my feet
    My ground is change

    The heights I stare
    The case is space
    The light has shades
    The dark isn’t just pain

    I see the sane
    When I saw the chain
    I tear the deep
    When I drop the waves

    The colours I blend
    The Universe I paint
    The eyes then glare
    The divine through pen

    I expand upon
    an inner sense
    of personal justice
    social soul well meant

    I know I know
    the ability for
    personal growth

    is well rooted deep within,
    for every passing second
    my efforts are tirelessly sown,

    my chest expands
    my heart, it flows
    rich with breath, mighty effort
    stallion-like strength –
    continuous insistence,
    and sound temperament.

    our steps in time
    pirouetting groundwork
    yours and mine

    our knowledge together
    brought closely in life
    we stare down the precipice
    and soar, divine,

    unknowingly yet aware
    we become entwined
    intent and more
    this World we explore

    for reaching our Universe’s heights
    sights and sounds
    enriching our abilities
    our minds implore.

    Copyright © 2021 Navin Manik Poetry and Lauren M. Hancock Poetry and Prose. All rights reserved.
    Video and sound editing by Navin, violin track and artwork by myself.

    You can also find us on Instagram.
    @navinspoetry_
    @laurenm.hancock

  • Spoken Word and Poem: over – 28/11/21

    Spoken Word and Poem: over – 28/11/21

    excited parallel universe
    where our motives selfishly meant
    were never truly met
    but in our beings we felt
    those irrevocable dents start to mend
    or were they beginning to spread?
    hard to decipher, the sensations felt

    young crushes soft passions
    gentle touches
    flushed complexions
    rough grabs forced giggles
    becoming something I didn’t want to acknowledge
    to please to be to allow him to feel to see “me” being
    right for him

    always that alteration for them
    never for me
    projection
    motivations incorrect
    feelings, felt
    triumph
    theirs, mine?
    I’m not certain
    though during the time,
    a certain type of divine victory —
    in that moment, they, he, whomever,
    were mine.

    the chameleon-like transformation,
    the desire rising and gaining
    and now
    the self-annihilation:
    who am I really
    when I’m being something falsified for another?

    playing these games all well and good
    but for some time
    losing sight of my inner flowers
    blossoms growing stagnant
    fragrance now putrid and pungent.
    for the scent of desperation and
    conformed coercion
    was, well,
    so wrong.

    and now I’m older
    I won’t allow this again for myself I will rise from these rubbish requests
    these wanton blatant desires
    specific request, the audacity,
    I cannot get over,
    change yourself?
    I didn’t request any amendments for you,
    because I’m not rude in that manner.

    This, whatever it was, I am over.
    (28/11/21)
    Copyright © 2021 Lauren M. Hancock. All rights reserved. (Artwork, recording, and words)

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  • Poem: the owls – 27/11/21

    Poem: the owls – 27/11/21

    the owls, the owls
    they tiptoe along the wire
    sharing songs and stories,
    eons of lifetimes together
    fervent hoots and warbles
    altogether
    impressive wingspans as they envelop
    the biting morning air together

    hush down little prey
    scatter as you may
    all words, no prey, no victims
    but treated with such tenderness
    owls caress the vowels and syllables
    without damnation
    with much great proof
    of ultimate, irreverent
    atypical swayyy
    through and through

    plucked from the heavens
    or beneath their soaring
    impressive is as is impressive treatment sees
    will and hopes proving
    the chase is uplifting

    the owls hoot as they see fit
    sharing language,
    skills
    sharing to be free free free
    in it.

    the owls, can’t you see,
    are here, once hushed,
    now present and completely
    doing as they believe, trust,
    to share their magic
    their wide saucer-filled eyes
    echoed with great substance
    reflections, mirrors,
    no lies.
    (27/11/21)

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  • Poem: finally – 26/11/21

    Poem: finally – 26/11/21

    bounce baby
    let me rise with thee
    there was only one path for us
    and that’s true destiny

    we are anything but circumstance
    we are everything wild and planned
    we are perfection hand in hand
    and scan my heart
    to find the true lands

    we will walk side by side
    you smilingly and I glory-feels
    your company is what I’ve always needed
    it only took years to succeed

    tell me now did you miss me
    did your first breath you gasped
    you realise
    there was a piece missing
    and now i’m here by your side

    be careful, bay-leaf, for your heart
    I will never flee
    understand
    need
    see
    that I’ll always be there for thee
    and thee for me —

    lifetimes apart, together
    finally.
    Copyright © 2021 Lauren M. Hancock. All rights reserved.
    (25/11/21)

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  • Poem: a gentler star – 23/11/21

    Poem: a gentler star – 23/11/21

    admirable
    this deceptive intent
    I’ve known you from before and really, well,
    the efforts aren’t well spent
    for I can see through the cage-work
    the fingers prised through the wired gaps
    trying to get through
    through to my heart
    when I’ve made it whole from pieces –
    a work of fastidious art

    I am freer now
    this much I truly believe
    I can believe what’s become because I’ve been there
    staring down the barrel of that emotional gun
    set to decimate me again and again
    because I allowed it
    out of control
    and fiery priestess I was

    but now,
    I am far calmer
    I carry a gentler type of karma
    something which reaches within and sings through
    others’ heavy armour
    lightening their load on their chests
    their breastplates cast aside
    allowing access
    no more great pride
    arrogance
    and I don’t need to hide
    ashamed of who I am was were
    I’ve become as light as that travelling star
    that memory of her you once held dear in your heart.
    (22/11/21)
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    Previous Post: last night – 22/11/21

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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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  • Poem: fervid – 21/11/21

    Poem: fervid – 21/11/21

    woke up late
    I didn’t know what I was all about
    looking around with delirium
    smiling to myself
    at the fever I knew would begin again
    the fervid burning of hope
    at knowing
    knowing
    knowing
    that what I pursue is worth the dreaming
    allowing for facts of independence and fine fine times
    achieved by chasing the high of gains
    and frames behind the mirror depict
    the moments which, are all the same,
    but varied alike in their ability to capture the light
    and tame my heart and soul and mind
    with the memories of brightness and soul.
    abundance fills my life in many ways
    more ways than I can aptly appreciate
    but I do,
    I do,
    I thank the lord for what’s being pursued
    because he gave me the heart
    the ability to strive forth with great intent
    dragged away, away from the discussion of late
    words spoken over and over
    complaints negativity
    didn’t warrant a picture
    a place on my shelf?
    No, keep away, keep away,
    pain and feverish complacency can remain
    where its now laid,
    it shall stay.
    (21/11/21)
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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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