Lauren M. Hancock Poetry and Prose

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  • Poem: I see you – Autism Awareness Day – 03/04/22

    This poem was for a prompt for World Autism Awareness Day. This is dedicated to my fellow Melbourne creative friend Braeden Kennedy who can be found on Instagram @bak_doodlin_away and @bak_animations .

    Title: I See You
    by Lauren M. Hancock

    I saw You and understood your spirit
    before I knew of your ‘Able’ and ‘Label’
    in fact, I’d never even perceived
    your name with a condition,
    it honestly didn’t occur to me.

    But in a moment’s frustration,
    you suddenly announced it, the link,
    revelation upon the table,
    your interwoven thread,
    your diagnosis,
    to share with me, perhaps you felt
    quite comfortable.

    Admittedly, prior, I knew
    only a little about you,
    but bouncing conversation enabled trust,
    and this condition is an important part of you,
    inside you carry it, and outwardly
    with fierce pride,
    your thoughts, your soul are
    dedicated to speaking up for those
    especially who may suffer with it inside…

    I viewed your extra dimensions,
    certain colours and shade flashes,
    a unique being outside and within,

    talented, multifaceted,
    a perfect blue quartz aura
    heralding messages,
    as though a radiant gem,
    glistening by the ocean,
    settled beside fanned leaves
    enriched with plump morning dew,
    so pristine and alive,
    what a wondrous scene to view.

    And here you use the synergies
    of the Universe
    to make uniquely inspired art,
    calling to higher beings and
    a sweet angel from afar,
    blessings bequeathed, expanded upon,
    creativity truly glows from within your soul,
    knowing who and why you are,
    and why your talents must shine to all,
    surreal, bright, spectacular, enthral me,
    inspirations known,
    a bright shining star.

    My friend, I do not see
    any need to mourn the label,
    in fact, let us rejoice in
    the true magnificence of You –
    keep creating, keep shining,
    your path is inspired,
    so meant to be,
    this we all already knew.

    Continue relishing and embracing life’s abilities,
    express and project,
    from me to you, you and your talents,
    I do highly respect.

    @laurenm.hancock on Instagram
    © 2022 Lauren M. Hancock Poetry and Prose. All rights reserved.
    Image from Pixabay

  • poem: ghost bride – 28/03/22

    poem: ghost bride – 28/03/22

    I sit here by this loom —
    Hand making, hand weaving fineries
    For our sort beneath the moon.
    It is quiet here, absent are those memories
    Which once took up space within my cranium,
    The mind of mine where thoughts permeated of you and I,
    Once alive, now we have died.

    Those recollections,
    Memories,
    Introspections,
    Interjections? No, not anymore.
    I don’t allow them to rise forth,
    Grinning ghosts and ghouls once dragging
    Like a wedding veil or dress trailing upon
    The rocky floor.

    No, our memories shan’t live on,
    No, no, they will never rise,
    Into the air like helium would,
    No air balloons for me to view,
    No future tears to cry.
    (c) 2022 Lauren M. Hancock Poetry and Prose. All rights reserved.
    Photo by ImAArtist on Pixabay

  • poem: robotic heart – 24/03/22

    poem: robotic heart – 24/03/22

    the standard rhythmic drum won’t work anymore,
    it’s not befitting to pound to the pulse of another’s heart,
    not when you alone know where to recommence –
    life truly is art.
    instead, her melodies, chosen to alternately warble about her,
    she and him, sometimes others, but back to him,
    a tear threatens to erupt
    from the dormant succession of her formerly frozen heart,
    it’s as though she should quash feelings
    signs of ‘weakness’
    true emotions we are never
    meant to see,
    express:
    where’s that opening to ravage,
    insert a rusted key…
    damaged, disasters,
    they went too far,
    whilst awaiting her to prepare
    to together look at the galaxy and her stars.
    she fell instead, nothing left to say, nothing more,
    to drag one’s name from the etched pavement,
    at least her time was predominately saved.
    that’s the thing of it, the matter
    throughout it all,
    she still possessed her beautifully poignant
    desire for a rapid rise to power.
    let us begin,
    all truths be told,
    hour by hour upon hours.
    © 2022 Lauren M. Hancock Poetry and Prose. All rights reserved.
    Artwork by 0fjd125gk87 from Pixabay.

  • poem: spiritual beauty, soft melody – 22/03/22

    poem: spiritual beauty, soft melody – 22/03/22

    the dance the flautist sweetly breezes her melody,
    I can barely hold myself together
    that breath which creates wonder
    not an insolent din,
    fires once raged
    and sins were born
    but hell hath no current feature,
    gone, perpetually, is that scorn!

    no devils raging on shoulders,
    no carrying heavy loads to break
    weary backs,
    they do not prance their fiendish means
    above the line of fresh air,
    because, because,
    they are no longer there.

    free of sin
    and lightly taking in
    the trilling shrill song,
    breezing
    of the instrument filled with delight
    and winding heart song, streams,
    what is it they look for
    what is it they search for now?
    peace, serenity,
    and then jubilance all around!

    angels ring and angels call
    they embark upon journeys
    to those one-lost souls
    perpetuating the knowledge
    of a thousand years,
    the collection,
    the atoms,
    enlightening.

    purple: violet and lilac,
    yellow: citrine and gold,
    ruby in her richest red,
    and pink, mauves,
    all around.
    And rose gold surrounding
    that symbol of love,
    yes, this integral melody,
    beautiful piece,
    has been carefully constructed,
    for the flautist, carefully made
    like a perfect bouquet for her
    grown.

    He takes her hand,
    as gently as can be,
    enlivened soul,
    enriched loving eyes,
    they know truest loves meant to be,
    deep inside.

    © 2022 Lauren M. Hancock Poetry and Prose. All rights reserved.
    Image from Unsplash.

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  • poem: arm in arm – 21/03/22

    poem: arm in arm – 21/03/22

    Multifaceted and colours of the spectrum,
    a man romantic,
    with heart pounding
    for his love, eternal,
    to return to him again,
    their binding shade,
    deep violet,
    wondrous spiritual shade.

    they entered the world with floating stars
    when she decided to calmly
    leave this planet,
    she was relaxed,
    she knows her charms,
    arm in arm he accompanied her,
    then returned to a land, near not far.

    Oh, how loyal he is to her,
    it’s not just memories that keep her alive
    his sentiment for her is so pure,
    loving loving eternity
    they will never come undone
    here, nor the skies,

    betwixt for forever, a future lifetime
    still as One
    they will always remain together
    in heart, soul and mind,
    truest aching love.

    © 2022 Lauren M. Hancock Poetry and Prose. All rights reserved.
    Image by Jo-B from Pixabay

  • collaboration: the sea-faring page and the empress – Braeden Kennedy and Lauren M. Hancock – 19/03/22

    collaboration: the sea-faring page and the empress – Braeden Kennedy and Lauren M. Hancock – 19/03/22

    Thank you so much to my good friend and fellow Melbourne creative, Braeden Kennedy (@bak_doodlin_away) on Instagram) for drawing this amazing piece of art for me to set a poem to.

    I am powerful, he affirms himself
    creative, talented,
    incredible, and different,
    the cool sea-blue surrounding his
    heart, mind, and soul,
    cerulean blue, seascape days
    calms him as he
    calls upon the sign of the angels
    exhibited by the sun’s rays.
    warmed by their love
    their guidance from up above,
    he basks in their glory
    and feels the connection from outside
    and deep within,
    it will last, he tells himself,
    a cruel voice sniggers from afar –
    “if only, you think…”
    manipulations from the other side
    another world perhaps
    alternative rides,
    taking a ride on the train
    with these characters,
    he won’t forget,
    their words often
    harsh, grating, snide.
    one, passes, thrusts a handful of
    tarot cards before him,
    apparently he’s a seafaring page and
    she the empress?
    he shan’t grow unfocused,
    with his art, he won’t digress
    with his guiding spirit
    he soars away from
    the clownfish and the sea
    the mermaids,
    the distractions,
    the memories which do not please,
    and from within
    he calls again to angels
    to allow his creativity to breathe…
    (c) 2022 Poem by Lauren M. Hancock @laurenm.hancock

    Artwork by Braeden Kennedy @bak_doodlin_away & @bak_animations

    Please visit, like, share and support Braeden’s artwork! He is so talented and his artwork so unique. Thanks once again, it was great to work with you on this, my friend.

  • Poetic response: a flowering beauty – 04/03/22

    Poetic response: a flowering beauty – 04/03/22

    I explored @artsinmaroondah exhibition at Maroondah Federation Estate today and found this beautiful piece, “Poise and Pride”. Here is my poetic response to the talented, beautiful, and wonderful soul, Hsin Lin’s, “Poise and Pride” @helloinnerpeace.

    “a flowering beauty”
    (c) 2022 Lauren M. Hancock

    luxe curls cascade
    waves frame luminous face
    the blooms they blossom unto her,
    grace, reverent, safe,
    strong heart, more,

    her poise, pride and passion,
    delicate petals at her angelic core,
    she was born with trust to capture, listen
    no mauves to be seen near or far.

    only cyan blues and fuchsia tips and
    rich light bright living greens
    a yellowing spontaneity
    drip drab, no, drops of reverent expression
    there, ‘tween.
    so hear, so hark, so listen, envision,
    her pristine soul to be seen.
    (c) 2022 Lauren M. Hancock.

  • poem: the matter be – 02/02/22

    poem: the matter be – 02/02/22


    astounding though the matter be,
    at least I can still think, breathe, sigh and see
    not many people can say this
    and not many can attend
    to this tiresome irksome being stuck inside
    my head

    she is me a part of me
    the opportunistic thoughts of me
    when I’m scrambling for power then I need to
    convalesce
    become redundant there
    that side of the world, I I lost my drive

    but in terms of general threaded consciousness

    I know I am able I know I am true
    I can pick the stitches as well as sew them
    even out the ripped turret
    surrounded by green eggs and Sam I Ams.

    Protection here from the finest I will survive this
    arduous path
    these words I struggle for sleep
    enough is enough
    life can be tiresome
    but for all the healing happiness in the world
    it’s worth it.
    (02/02/20)
    © 2022 Lauren M. Hancock. All rights reserved.
    Image from Pixabay

  • Poem: this i do attest – 21/12/21

    Poem: this i do attest – 21/12/21

    nurturing the wonder within though feeling
    the danger in the abdomen
    the fleshy goodness the soft decision
    the wondering the knowing
    what’s right for myself or them
    I don’t know how to express these thoughts
    without knowing
    knowing that there was an urge
    but its peeled away now as though designed by trial

    and signing away my signature
    my life with my raven pen
    shall I defend my honour
    or allow it to expend?

    they are yet to exist though they’re on this plane
    ethereal beings awaiting to be named
    I sing to their honour I know they will shine
    their existence is not a myth –
    I will prove this without any trysts and yet…
    the magic is deep within me
    these beings they shine bright.

    shall I name them
    as Beauty and Delight
    or Inspiration and Creativity?
    do not slay them
    my heart, you’ll kill me
    if they are to go
    I must exit stage left,
    this I do attest.

    The matter of the hemisphere
    within my mind
    why, I carry this orb, I ride with it, trident, merman, styled
    in lusty arms?
    his arms embrace, his form envelopes
    my heart doth so race,
    rabid be the entity that carries me away with haste.

    I am tumultuous I am the fervent style that whiles away
    in your den
    scribbling away with pen and pad
    while he looks down his nose,
    smile, condescend,
    you did not make me,
    you broke me and now I prove to thee
    that I am repaired beyond any other misgiving
    my honour you need never dare defend.
    (21/12/21)
    Copyright © 2021 Lauren M. Hancock. All rights reserved.
    Photo by Ashley Piszek on Unsplash

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  • Artwork: etchings – “the indecipherable” – 26/11/21

    Artwork: etchings – “the indecipherable” – 26/11/21

    copyright Lauren M. Hancock, painted 2017

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