Lauren M. Hancock Poetry and Prose

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  • Prose Poetry: Movement – 24/10/19

    Prose Poetry: Movement – 24/10/19

    Movement swirling about my mind, looking for little chasms to rest. To parade and fly can be dandy, but growing opportunities and situations present as a test. The gaps in the countryside are special to explore as they can be, but the Wind begs to rest himself; he has travelled too far, and with lessening ease.

    Free the hurricanes, the gusting winds, allow the movements to fly with no delicateness, please! Let them gust and blow, until tomorrow or future morrows, where they shall land and hide is anyone’s guess. Little hurricanes now circle little chasms, and aren’t they so beautiful to witness. A delicate mess, if you will. The Wind lays down his weary head, feeling utterly blessed.

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  • Poem: Set in Stone – 22/10/19

    Poem: Set in Stone – 22/10/19

     I giggle and I squeeze, 
     I hold your hand with ease, 
     Impeccable our love is
     Amazingly high I feel I’m flying – 
     I’m free. 
      
     Like a bird of prey, I descended upon you
     I wanted you all for my own,
     I danced around the circumstances, the fact,
     That I was still unwell when discharged to home. 
      
     I spoke of colours I saw,
     Protection spells cast in my mind’s eye,
     You became upset with me,
     Because, you wanted me to live in reality, 
     This formal stringent style where I did not wish to be. 
      
     And so I refused, 
     I pulled away, 
     And like a stubborn sprite I continued to dance,
     Because I am blessed with you as my circumstance 
     And our connection would be built to last. 
      
     It simply took time, 
     For me to know,
     That you would strictly, wholly,
     Be mine. 
      
     Together, our fates sealed, 
     Our story daily set in stone.

    © 2019 Alice Well Art, Lauren M. Hancock also known as Alice Well. All rights reserved.


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  • Poem: Running From Dusk Until Dawn: Stuck in a Year I Was Never Meant to Own – 21/10/19

    Poem: Running From Dusk Until Dawn: Stuck in a Year I Was Never Meant to Own – 21/10/19

     From dusk to dawn I thought of you,
     Obsessed, my mind ran through moments lacking your truths.
     Where passions were high and my fingers danced their little tunes,
     I begged, beseeched for you to listen 
     To my heart
     My beating
     For you so true.
      
     I yearned for your presence
     But you would not allow me this
     I rarely saw you
     Yet my words I sent them
     Stronger, becoming desperate,
     My emotions to you were amiss
     Yet when I thought of you
     All I could recall was a misting bliss. 
      
     What could I say to make you turn my way?
     To gather your feelings in a heartfelt kind of manner
     That would make you want to visit my world
     And here remain?
      
     I should have wished for something more
     Because with you there was soon a forceful need
     To escape
     To run
     Or at least
     Refrain,
     Falling in love was a misdeed.

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  • Prose Poetry: Daffodil – 20/10/19

    Prose Poetry: Daffodil – 20/10/19

    The daffodil is strangely beautiful in its brightened yellow garb. In his coloured outfit of delight, he makes observers sing and sigh with breathy appreciation and flowing rivers of love.

    He is modest, this daffodil, he does not ask to be seen for what he is not, he is not showy or greedy for eyes, he accepts what is given, where our eyes are cast.

    But we cannot stare at anything other than him, his joyous melody of lightness seemingly singing, singing, through our innate senses of melodious being.

    He also represents awareness, a sign of a reminder, but here he is simply here, present, and we appreciate his wonder. All the while though, there is a knowing that his sincere purpose is to make others show that we understand, we are aware, of his meaning we truly care.

    His beauty can be deceptive, but he is now blossomed, into full bloom, like the brightened message he represents, we can take this flower with us, from hushed room to comforting room.

    This daffodil is magic, and he is perfectly pleased with being part of a message, raising eyes, awareness and acknowledging the brave hearts whom the blossom is trying to help save with his blessings.  

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  • Poem: Adorn Thy Clause: An Acerbic Recollection of 2015 – 20/10/19

    Poem: Adorn Thy Clause: An Acerbic Recollection of 2015 – 20/10/19

     ‘Adorn thy clause, irreverently yours’, 
     You once held my yearning heart for ransom. 
      
     I spoke the loving words you never spoke,
     As my heart held open doors, 
     Now they’re firmly closed,
    No in-and-out fairies a-prancing. 
      
     Many times, I proclaimed my ardour for you 
     With brightened smiles and flowery poetry,
     But the wool was pulled over my eyes, 
     And now it’s time to share the story.  
      
     Had you not made me walk your path
     Where I experienced your sheer manipulation
     And audacity
      
     I might have never found my true love and known
     How I deserved to be treated by another,
     Decently, respectfully, properly.

     The juxtaposition between my present love
     And your lying proclamations was a comparative
     Level of suffering. 

    You should not have been allowed to
    Remain in my life for that long
    The fact you had is strangely amazing.
      
     Oh, call the lyrebirds, 
     And the peacocks with their brightened plumes!
     That evening when we first properly spent time together,
     We had our first emotional encounter in that starched white room. 
      
     But as likely with all your romances, 
     You caused this to become pear shaped,
     You blasted away any sense of responsibility
     You took my hard work, honour, and generosity
     For granted each and every day.
      
     Your behaviour should have been wiped away. 
      
     I didn’t need something or someone like this in my life,
     I’m actually glad that you pulled yourself away, 
     Excised me from my strife,
     For I had better things to write of, feel and say,
     I was worthy of the then-unwanted freedom you cast my way. 
      
     And for months I was required to heal, 
     My mental health wrecked and ravaged,
     I speak for myself, as I speak for all, 
     We are not all left that damaged. 
      
     So, I adorn my clause,
     To you I present not even as irreverently yours, 
     Not even sincere in the slightest. 
     But because of you, and how you make me felt, 
     Like dirt smooshed into the ground, 
     I realise and know that I deserve behaviour 
     Only of the finest merit.

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  • Poem: Cheer Girl – 19/10/19

    Poem: Cheer Girl – 19/10/19

     She cheers for me,
     She cheers for you,
     She’s there standing by the side lines 
     When we are down and blue.
      
     She encourages us
     To be the best that we can
     She calls out motivation and speaks of 
     Our inner and outward strengths.
      
     When we stumble
     If we fall,
     She’s roaring now,
     She’s having a ball!
      
     She screams for us to keep on going,
     That we can perform what we wish to be
     Our dreams must be ongoing
     Her voice she does not think of saving.
      
     And then from the side lines
     She now rushes onto the court
     Holding our bodies then raising us up
      
     She swings us round and round
     Like children on the Hills hoist
     And reminds us to enjoy our lives
     In all our successes, 
     Failures,
     And future joy.

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  • Prose Poetry: The Flowing River Meeting Place – 14/10/19

    Prose Poetry: The Flowing River Meeting Place – 14/10/19

    There was a river flowing from my heart at the point where we first met. Two streaming rushes converging into other, as we assessed and smiled and interacted with one another. I drew pictures on the back of your hand, little symbols here and there, you allowed me to be cutesy and my childish myself, and I so love that about you, that of my personality, you were immediately made aware and you didn’t back away, you didn’t seem to care.

    Your water brings me sustenance and lifts the dehydrating fog; disallows my heart from becoming parched and dry, and nestles me into your hydrating, plumping love. At this rushing river where our hearts were made known of each other’s presence and traits, are where we meet daily, our emotions intertwining together, becoming vines wrapped alongside and with each other. Because that is how we are, our fates are now twisted, into tightly coiled shapes, and the thorns? Why, they’ve completely gone missing.

    Because there is no longer any room for personal barbed pain or undying senses of loneliness to be noticed, harped upon, and saved. Because together we are stronger, in charming and less charming circumstances we will remain with great ardour, and in saying this I will strongly ascertain that our love for one another will remain as long as our forevers.  

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  • Poem: Hollow Eyed – 13/10/19

    Poem: Hollow Eyed – 13/10/19

     She hides between the curtains and the window
     from nothing in particular,
     allowing herself to view the wide-eyed smiling moon
     casting its dancing light upon the dew dotted grass;
     a nightly view so familiar.
      
     The brightness is expansive in her vision
     compared to the darkened room which she calls her home,
     where upon the walls
     she sketches blackened and angry or 
     haunted hollow-eyed figures
     whom dance within her dark.
      
     She aches inside for she feels
     another’s soul-destroying pain,
     unknowing how to assist,
     to disallow this being from suffering
     their despairing depression sunken,
     their once-free heart
     their once open wide days.
      
     And knowing this other being is suffering 
     assists her to meld easily with him,
     with her distress and unknowing
     they speak well late into the nights
     of sadness and pain and hurt upon the hours,
      
     while living in this cocoon of black sombre wall faces and figures 
     and speaking of desires to once more be free,
     from the wretched pains and emotional strains this being and her speak of
     they were intertwined through their suffering.
      
     There came times of poetic injustice 
     of teenage clichés and hidden wrists,
     but they are not so commonplace with their 
     assisted wept sufferings.
      
     These were simply times where these vulnerable beings
     melded as one
     to provide support, young love and concern,
     and express their fluctuating emotions thereabouts. 
      
     For the brief moment in time
     their stars and signs aligned 
     and they were both correct for one another and dangerous to be with each other.
      
     For if the other one fell,
     the other would surely fall deeper,
     how far could one drop before reaching a void that one is not meant to visit nor seek?

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  • Poem: In The Springtime of Your Youth – 11/10/19

    Poem: In The Springtime of Your Youth – 11/10/19


    It’s like in your life the season is spring, 
     everything is regenerating;
     all is coming to life again.
      
     The flower buds protrude,
     the birds in their nests become
     obsessed with their new fledgings.
      
     Parents anxiously feeding,
     fussing,
     brightness and flock of a feather becoming.
      
     Your heart swells at the feeling that you too
     are appreciated,
     looked after,
     cared for with great gentleness and self-assurance.
      
     Not by another but by yourself,
     you almost feel as if you don’t deserve these
      moments here in this peaceful, blossoming world
     where you have assigned a place of love,
     a place of comfort,
     a place of personal growth. 
      
     Because here you will know of this more,
     soon when you realise that you are overdue for everything
     brilliant,
     because for you, my sweet,
     there are many open doors. 
      
     So do not cry at the notion that you are less than deserving, 
     do not allow a single tear to fall unless it is from
     your personal feeling of a blessing.
      
     And please love yourself
     within the headiness of this springtime air,
     embrace the birds, the circling bees,
     the hanging trees with their veils to avoid 
    their hidden passageways being seen. 
       
    Your heart needs to be open and willingly prepared for this care.

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  • Poetry and Prose: Symphonies of Kindness – 06/10/19

    Poetry and Prose: Symphonies of Kindness – 06/10/19

    Feel those interlacing melodies, the interwoven harmonies rise and fall, like a spectacular swarm of hungry, eager bees, starved from Autumn and Winter, waiting for the buds of Spring to appease them all. These melodic bees enter the symphony as they desire, lifting and lilting with their buzzes strictly moving from flower to flower. The pollen dirties their legs, but, they do not mind, they are not self-conscious, neither are they abashed, because they love the dirty work as much as any other insect, except these can rise far higher than any other with a set task at hand.

    And like these precious hungry bees, I speak to you, begging for nourishment. For my meal of sustenance, and for my deep-seeded hunger to be fulfilled and cause a whirlwind of taste-bud excitement and delight. Others would not feed me their love, they starved me, in fact, they took from my heartfelt feelings and left me broken and bruised, a gaping hole in my stomach and soul, from associating with people who didn’t deserve the true Me that I was offering them. Had I offered my heart to you? Did you laugh as I despaired at losing the presence of you?

    But now I can hear that buzzing, accompanying a melodious male voice, speaking of acceptance, duality, and kindness, symphonies of smiling adoration and knowingness. You have taken me into your life, made music out of the lullabies I sung to thee, and with your arm around me, we sing together now, accompanied by our symphony of precious bees. Because their pollen will fertilise the flowers, make them bloom, blossom, grow, for many hours, and with their colourful additions into the scene, you and I can travel hand in hand to places we’ve never thought to have been.

    Our armour has been displaced upon the ground; unwanted, unnecessary, and now unknown. Because, in you, my love has been found.

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