Lauren M. Hancock Poetry and Prose

Tag: love

  • The rise : today – 12/01/22

    my heart, oh my heart,

    it fills my mouth spills onto my chest

    a plethora of liquid love well blessed

    because I expelled those demons

    those pains those sufferings

    those feeling of inadequacy

    of needing to be noticed

    and appreciated by

    the lot of them

    I don’t need to be understood any longer

    I don’t need to be wise enough to be taken with

    another’s flow

    I can co-exist and breathe for god knows how long, alone,

    and one day perhaps true love I’ll know

    but I don’t yearn for it call for it

    beg for it every second every hour

    back then

    time was cheap

    worth but a dime

    and sailing through those wretched hours I did not

    enjoy myself,

    oh how I pined,

    my rejected being often soured.

    but now, now dear one listen to my strong deep

    pulsating sentiment

    grasp my pounding heart in your palms

    feel the heavenly treasure within

    I can see you catch your breath

    at acknowledging now

    not visually me but how strong I can permanently internally

    be

    I am useful I am present

    I am here and now

    reality is spilling forth

    I feel the correct rightful temperament.

    love will come in many forms

    it always has, always will,

    and I, here I take that swill

    a fill of luscious liquid

    here’s the drill

    I am satiating myself not with food

    but with cool calming water of wise knowledge and

    wonderment

    life is perfection

    but with another?

    perhaps there’s the time I will know soon enough,

    vibrancy with theirs, is what may be experienced,

    a piece of heaven truly sent..

    (04/12/21)

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  • spoken word: united as one – 05/01/22

    united as one recording

    my mind,
    my heart my body my soul
    three unite know my all

    to time I am like a raging river gushed by a future sea
    there is reverence, not irreverence, yearning, deep within me
    temper yet the strangeness the dictations and rhythms of time
    smile widely in the circumstances
    baby girl you’ll always remain mine

    there are times of course, when we are free from suffering and pain,
    the dire annihilation and surrender just the same.

    Fear not, youthful youngsters, fear more jealous, evil crones
    the effigy is part of this circumstance
    fight through medication together
    not alone.

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  • Poem: chosen tapestry – 25/12/21

    Poem: chosen tapestry – 25/12/21

    I smile to myself for I see true potential in all
    the kings and the queens the flowers and the bees
    the people who epitomise the opening of hearts
    I can now see
    I connect with others in differing ways
    but each encounter each word smile breath
    does amaze
    I feel the human spirit sing
    I am not afraid to live on the edge
    tread the thread
    live laugh learn
    and finding out my personal truths

    I need to do what is meant to be
    what has already been seen
    in the tapestry of God
    up in His arms he smiles benevolently upon
    the woven garb he wears and eyes lower toward me
    proudly with an attitude so knowingly
    He loves me just as he loves the rest of the world
    and enables me to heal my wings with others’ love and time
    and now I can gently rise
    increment by feather-step and tip
    I breathe the atmosphere in
    wondrous setting no more stagnant stolen feeling
    I am not confused I am just healing
    loving and being
    this world I am embracing.

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    Merry Christmas to all, have a wonderful day with friends and family! ❤ 🙂 – Lauren




  • Poem: i will wait – 19/12/21

    Poem: i will wait – 19/12/21

    I wait for that moment when hearts will rise and beauty
    will glisten in both sets of eyes
    watching from afar away from my form
    I feel subtleties stiffen news break soft damn

    hands held in manner of peaked prism
    saying darling what you are thinking
    and I smile with little spurts of healing
    like a volcano rushes with ominous pace
    it travels there
    weaving and styling in its sleek attitude

    he shows that there is not barrenness there
    his intent I can always taste
    as though thick molasses
    syrupy tempting goodness

    knowing to have it is not worth it
    but the memory of the taste, well,
    I cannot dress myself the feeling
    the dirtiness of the heady experience,

    living with his intentions upon my back
    I cannot help but know there’ll be many
    more of them and I cannot help
    cannot detail the anger which comes
    from being managed

    so
    this magma bearer
    can move on
    unlock that pick
    that love-locket along the creek’s bridge
    we tried friendship before
    really did
    like vapour evaporates so easily
    there dissipated our love .    
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  • Poem: the swaying violinist – 17/12/21

    Poem: the swaying violinist – 17/12/21


    as I sit by the fireplace I wonder,
    what is the occasion we are all searching for?
    the virtuosic line of violin sweeping the pavement and
    rising with dear dear sentiment
    vibrato so wide and with dissent with disapproval
    the other turns down his smile and walks away
    he does not like this piece
    this celebration of mine
    a joyous showiness filled with mirth and grins and sways and swings
    trip-lett-ing –
    flautando then glissing
     
    falling falling for him as he walks from my view
    this mistake this mistake I’m putting myself through
    but it’s fine, it’s permissible, to fall for the wrong man
    for at times we can wine and dine ourselves with our
    superficial charms and demands

    up in arms are we when he and I waltz together
    myself him and that violin we are tiptoeing
    we are prance-footing
    to the beat to the beat which is spread with the most ravenous of ease,
    to please the soloist we must make amends
    and allow for its treatment to be stretched
    it’s a show, you see,
    and he must turn and face me.
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  • Poem: wreathed, perpetually – 14/12/21

    Poem: wreathed, perpetually – 14/12/21

    wreath me with the sadness that you could
    no longer carry
    battle heavy battle weary,
    I will shoulder the metaphoric that ate at your spirit
    entranced with the brightness of the airy and sycophantic
    I smile, for I will carry on this legacy in a different way
    I will revitalise the mourning into celebrations set
    for a glorious day
    I will understand that the need to be free and wild
    reside on the very same occasion,
    instant are potent notions, understandings
    but, as confusions that will weigh down your heart
    as innocent mirth fills my soul
    and I glance down
    at the soil where I buried those sunflower seeds
    with sunshine water and smiles
    I gave them my emotions I gave them my all and now the wreath I disrobe
    take away that layer that protected me
    brown-green pine needles, Christmassy armour
    and I remember with sadness how I felt
    recalling that other
    that moment when I carried heartache almost eternally
    and felt that suffering (suffering) as I stiffened with vile intent
    of precarious ascent
    my chest rises my chest heaves
    my mind begs for insistence
    to leave leave leave this scene
    I don’t need to view your final resting place
    I don’t need to understand why you fled my life
    my state
    and though you still exist, and elsewhere live
    it’s as though you are dead to me
    I carry your wreath
    I yield all your suffering
    I beg for you to remember
    always remember me
    that love you perpetually felt from
    innocent naive me.  
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    (13/12/21) 
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  • Poem: disarmed – 12/12/21

    Poem: disarmed – 12/12/21

    change is as impermanent as the irreverent footsteps
    brushing against the floorboards  
    then carpeted pavement
    travelling toward the bedroom door for a glimmer
    of your strength as your heart it beats quietly in slumber
    days well spent days well spent
    I sigh to myself for I see the journey within your nightly trials
    in your eyes sparkles glimmer
    alterations to be observed and saved
    soul shimmers

    you altered your life path
    you designed a new trial to be outlasted and
    mistakes made wittingly
    aside and cast
    you grew in redemption
    a beautiful soul reflection
    sewn regeneration
    flowering ascension
    imperfect connections
    yet perfect corrections
    as bold and wondrous as the claret flowing through
    your bursting spirit
    your special soul
    need I, dare I mention?
    the colours of your fall,
    the shade of your winter soul,
    the spring in your flowering steps,
    the beautiful summer sunset,
    you are evolving as you become the centre,
    the One,
    I’m torn – do I let you sleep
    or wake you, embrace you,
    snuffling warmth?

    I just want to encourage you
    congratulate you
    for the change that’s become of you
    your flight path
    nothing to fear
    no harm,
    you’ve made it through the danger zone
    and blissfully
    grinningly
    I see you hovering and soaring above
    that former storm.
    well done, my lovely,
    well done.
    my heart you have eternally disarmed.  
    (09/12/21)
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  • Poem: inner child – 11/12/21

    Poem: inner child – 11/12/21

    resonating frequencies
    the juvenility isn’t childish
    it’s precious
    our inner children come out to play
    shy eyes mischievous gazes
    instead of claps we play with words
    his play is exciting, skilled, self-assured.

    we giggle together as we converse with ease
    flinging passions upon the table
    how we meld so easily
    minds connect soul spirit
    intellect
    how amazing to find another
    who treasures the magic within the other
    almost immediately

    smiling delightedly we knew there was a connection
    our shared interests
    our creative fusions
    take a sip of my designer caffeine hit,
    yes, predilections,
    we’re just adults housing our curious inner children.  

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    (10/12/21)

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  • Poem: boy, what’s your name again? – 10/12/21

    Poem: boy, what’s your name again? – 10/12/21

    I don’t want somebody like you
    I never wanted to be ruined and unfulfilled
    what I hope for
    what I wish for
    what I dream
    is the potential for repair
    to love, succeed, to be

    are you part of that picture?
    were you planning to be part of that fluidity?
    that blossoming flower and the stamen reaching forth for
    that other, pollinator, conjoiners?

    the truth is I never wanted anyone like you.
    I don’t know what I wanted.
    but what I needed,
    what I need,
    now that’s a different assertion.
    a competition?

    Perhaps, win my heart if competition you
    don’t dread,
    weave the dreamcatchers, dreamscapes fly in wisps
    and while away time, time, time,
    and we’ll sleep until noon, or, at least, we’ll pretend to…

    wet dreaming lashes and wanton desirous passions,
    last night I wondered where you were, on your way
    to teach so many life lessons to my heart
    when it’s on heat with fire and ice and dancing
    with disastrous notions which only have accents
    upon the truest of consultations –

    darling, oh darling, comment on my flow,
    accentuate the designation of self-knowledge
    which grows,
    display all the personal power and growth
    you have ascertained,
    for this, I find utterly alluring,
    boy, what’s that again, your name?
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    (10/12/21)

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  • Poem: soul regeneration – 08/12/21

    Poem: soul regeneration – 08/12/21

    dance kisses upon my throat
    so this is what it means to hope
    stroke delicate skin upon my clavicle
    protrusion teases the heart which stems
    from endless fervour growing, grown
    exposed wrists like gentle sheets covering
    calmed corpse awaiting his final resting place
    lay with me
    as you lie to me
    and tell me I’m the most beautiful soul
    in the world you’ll ever be damned to see

    chagrin rolls in my chest
    sooty moss spreads, engulfing my freedom of breath
    these blatant lies you feed me
    extricate me
    envelope me
    warm me
    fool me
    lulled into a false sense of dubious security
    because, feed me with these tainted compliments,
    continue with your altered sentiments
    and soon I’ll come to believe, believe,
    that the moon wasn’t meant to be with the stars
    and instead destined for my eyes while I’m lying in
    your arms.

    but, perturbed am I
    I cannot allow these feelings to emote evoke my being
    immolate your false reverence
    devotion
    dear sentiment
    I know your true intent
    you want to feast upon me with your eyes
    and I’m not like that
    I am not here to be devoured
    only my mind, my memory
    should be entered into,
    my mouth shall speak of what I want
    and it’s the connection
    alliance
    amazing shared life joys,
    even the trials and tribulations.

    heaven sent is this prime connection
    I seek mental stimulation
    loving appreciation
    the physical without it
    is nothing to me
    but soul degeneration.
    (07/12/21)
    Original artwork by myself
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