Lauren M. Hancock Poetry and Prose

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  • poem: decisions – 29/04/22

    poem: decisions – 29/04/22

    There are traits within that I pursue
    to make better or more settled 
    to correct myself anew 
    to advance forth, to speak a humbling truth,
    to start a path, 
    or reach for one which I’d already made new.

    Should I travel in a manner that is 
    safer, in a way?
    Or take the chance to work hard at what 
    I have maybe been gifted with,
    advance here for another day?

    What shall I be known for,
    shall it be my words,
    heartache, sweeping sorrow,
    advancing, manifesting, awe?

    To have words represent my lifetime,
    personal growth, reckless love,
    yearning from up above,
    tied lines,
    tiredness, repetitiveness,
    shall I not wish for that process anymore?

    And delicately, as though a moth, asymmetrical though
    I will spread my wings,
    their loose scales cast about my form
    like dust of a fairy whose taken flight
    is a must 

    And I’ve made my decision
    perhaps I can live in both
    the world of feeling, and the land of dreaming
    imagination shared by all

    With a delectable joyousness
    I’ve assumed the position 
    of living on the border,
    two lands brought together,
    the result of these soon I’ll know.

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

  • 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: 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: universal aura – 24/03/22

    poem: universal aura – 24/03/22

    The universal white light surrounds me, an ethereal net, damp, floaty cloud so soft I bounce into, not against it… freeform, flow, billowy nature’s growth, it is like an extra being within the room, some giant, invisible, quietly huffing and puffing, he smiles as he cloaks my aura, now no longer a sunny yellow disposition, but made into a vagrant’s imposition…

    I am now unwelcome in this land, my journey blocked pathways, no obvious pillowed dreams.

    I silently make my wishes known, my love must be acknowledged, for the other, feelings owned, the waves within my mind and being speak of delicate imperfection. We wrangle in motion, arms flailing, tongues lashing, and I realise, without an understanding, what on earth has happened, I am seen only as a bother that must be cleanly slid away, beneath the rug, swept under, and this giant ghost of an aura which surrounds me now was employed by the best of them, a master in charge, something, someone from on high.

    I cannot determine his leader though, the degenerative nature still swims in his intent, and I know I must rid myself of this vagrant label before I become too spent. Enough of these games, I shrilly call to myself, and he, wherever his head and ears to register might be. A cloud of fluff is now not that exciting to see…

    © 2022 Lauren M. Hancock Poetry and Prose. All rights reserved.
    Artwork by KELLEPICS 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: centring – 22/03/22

    poem: centring – 22/03/22

    allowing her heart, green chakra to ache and heave
    breaths suddenly inert then heavier
    cast bronze statue of sin
    elaborate not the mishaps
    nor the immoralities
    untoward
    but feast upon the irreverence
    which rusts not that bronze
    but iron ore.
    karmic connections hence grow more
    and soul contracts stately dreams
    within her eyes
    she wants nothing more than to
    take the journey
    rip it by its seams,
    cherishing not the path,
    but the destructive nature, demise,
    of everything she thought
    she’d ever need.
    substance, subtract, divide,
    understanding the atrocities of current sins
    and wreaking havoc with subtle powers
    which give more away than sensational pages
    could ever hide,
    there’s nothing more to dictate
    she’s heightened, aware,
    rest assured,
    by her side her hand twitches,
    certain powers are abhorred,
    but her strength within,
    grown more and more.

    © 2022 Lauren M. Hancock Poetry and Prose. All rights reserved.
    Photo by 0fjd125gk87 on 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

  • Fluidity is Mine – Published at Spillwords

    Fluidity is Mine – Published at Spillwords

    I am most honoured and delighted to share that I have been published at Spillwords as a featured poet. My sincerest gratitude to Dagmara K. and rest of the other editing department of Spillwords for this wonderful acceptance of my poem ‘Fluidity is Mine’.

    Please visit to read Spillwords here to read my poem. I hope you enjoy!

    Thank you kindly for reading.