Lauren M. Hancock Poetry and Prose

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  • Story example: Zimmy the Fashionable Snowman Finds His Way – 23/07/19

    Story example: Zimmy the Fashionable Snowman Finds His Way – 23/07/19

    Despite his situation, Zimmy always chased his dreams.

    No one ever invited Zimmy to the table. He was forever left to his own devices, he was always cast aside with contempt and reviled. Why was this so? How could one little snowman be made to view and experience such deep pains below?

    Zimmy was always a cheery brunette, his shoulder length style healthily bouncing to and fro, his perfect follicles just begging to be seen, to be gloriously shown. He wished to be seen by the world and acknowledged for his beauty, style and grace, a showcasing of his delicate preparation and procedure that took hours upon hours to trial upon his well made-up face.

    Yet how could this dream be an actuality when he worked behind the scenes, by himself, as a bank office cleaner, no one to view him? The only times outside he faced were the short walks from the car to his work premises, and the weekend’s food errand trips, here there were no  surprises or coincidences.

    It wasn’t that Zimmy was lazy, nor lacking a sense of motivation to pursue a dream that was dandy and fine and his calling, but melt upon melting was he becoming, he knew that if his dream were to be achieved, that this was the correct and special time to be showing. Zimmy did not want to turn into a puddle before he could achieve the goal of his life. Viewed him en masse, all eyes set upon him, steely and serious, curious and admiring views, he would be the prize to be seen, a fresh faced beauty, to the industry he’d be so coveted and new.

    In the corner at home, Zimmy sat huddled away from the heat with his achingly empty belly. His malicious family smiled down upon him with mouthfuls of food which they chewed ravenously and freely.

    “Hungry, Zimmy?” his mother heckled.

    “Want some of this?” his sister hollered, presenting then detracting her loaded fork.

    “Oh, give him a break,” his father snapped, and threw him a cube of beef curry.

    Although Zimmy hated being treated differently, at least the forced starvation kept him slim and trim for his upcoming fashion show and after party. The fashion show was elegant and simple, it was quiet and hushed, an appreciation for a designer’ s talents, showcased upon Zimmy with his great figure and utter charm. This being his first official show, Zimmy was incredibly nervous, eyes red and raw and nerves just painfully so, what to do but put one foot before another upon the catwalk, and concentrate so incredibly well?

    At the end of the walkway, awaited Zimmy’s closest friends, cheering him on with voices so boisterously strong, to commend. These were his true family, not the beings who starved and abused him, these individuals who were truly providing him with emotional support and qualities of love and trust, unlike the ones who had snatched and shattered these.

    Family doesn’t have to be the clan one was born into, the bloodline of relations does not determine who is there for you, for love, honour and acceptance can come from any one, a shoulder to learn on, a smile to share, a hand to weep upon. Who is in your extended family? I’m sure you already know, and thinking about them should cause you to feel joyous, allowing a feeling of acceptance and being free to grow. A family appreciates you for you and you alone.

    Whether friends or actual blood family, they will hold you up, tell you the truth even when you don’t want to hear it, for the good of who you are, they make you become stronger from it. Your family hopefully only wants the best for you, for them to witness your life’s successes, these are what they wish could be seen. Your life’s journey. Their love for you is like a warm, gentle caress.

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

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  • Story example: Bubble of Happiness – 22/07/19

    Story example: Bubble of Happiness – 22/07/19

    A bubble of happiness – what’s inside of yours?

    Happiness in a bubble: what does it mean to you? To some, it means love, health, protection or security, and to others it means materialism and fortunes of the wealthy. To me, right now, happiness means this single fried chicken drumstick, food is my current mood, and I would say the state and growth of my appetite is rather inflamed and in itself quite wildly drastic. 

    The delicate crunch of the perfectly fried skin causes happiness to grow within me, such happiness deep within, while the soft inner meat of rich texture cushions my gnarling toothy, gnashing grin. Such bliss in this moment, a simple bite into an affordable treat, causes shiver of delight, permeating within.

    To many in this world, food is happiness, and for those who have it in readiness, individuals such as you and I, we should feel utterly satisfied and blessed. For the many starving within the world have no other choice than to become fainter and more gaunt, their bubble of happiness might simply be a piece of bread, or an apple, anything to chew or crunch. 

    Work on your bubble of happiness, internally caressing it day by day, nurture what is important to you, during the morning, midday, afternoon and evening, even when you lay in bed awake. And then continue to dream of your hopes and your chased dreams, for achieving your happiness is as important as it truly seems.

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

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  • Story example: Hungry Patient Yak – 22/07/19

    Story example: Hungry Patient Yak – 22/07/19

    Hungry yet patient Yak.

    At the crest of a hill, at the very top I could see, a hungry, utterly famished Yak staring right back at me. Before him he had a plate of steak, carrot and broccoli, his knife and fork at the ready, he looked at his plate so eagerly. Had I interrupted his dinner, I ignorantly wondered, was in the wrong place at the wrong time? However the Yak simply blinked back at me slowly, as he produced a large bottle of wine! 

    With an ever so slight beckoning of his hoof, he drew me towards him, up and up and up the hill, puff puff, I panted, getting closer to the sky as a beautifully crystalline clear roof. How outrageous, I though to myself, that a Yak could be holding an offering of wine, but I liked it occasionally, the red was ever so tasty, so trundled up the hill did I.

    I was close, then closer and closer, and suddenly the Yak was losing his grip, in slow motion I witnessed this arrival of the horrible incident, and squeezed my eyes shut for the moment of impact, the spillage was sure to be it. Then I heard a rolling, boom boom roll boom as the bottle scrambled down the hill, peeking through my eyes, I discovered the bottle was still intact and very, very full. 

    With great joy I bounded toward that bottle, fetching its miraculousness for Yak and I to handle, polite Yak had still postponed his main course to sip gently with me, with a backdrop of beautiful bright sky to be seen. Surely his meal was cold now, in fact, confused, I looked around for surely who, could have prepared his meal and served it: Bon appetit! There was no person nor animal to view. 

    Never mind, I thought, I uncorked that beauty so freely, and polite Yak even shared his carrot and broccoli with me, what a darling Yak was he, he is now a great friend to me.

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


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  • Poem and Drawing: Le Fishy Bouffant – 21/07/19

    Poem and Drawing: Le Fishy Bouffant – 21/07/19

    Le Fishy Bouffant was incredibly clever.

    Le Fishy Bouffant, oh, what a treat,

    But watch for the sticky hairs between your teeth!

    Moving little fishy fingers,

    To and fro they go,

    Fishy Bouffant the gorgeous one,

    Renowned for best on show.

    She takes great care with her styled and well formed hair,

    But of her odour, she holds no concern, no impeccable care.

    Fishy Fishy, oh, on the nose strong and itchy!

    Sneeze, sneeze,

    Begone Le Bouffant oh so Fishy!

    Do not heed our paining, aching stares, as we itch and twitchy.

    Fishy has succeeded at her secret plan,

    Her stench and her whirlwind hair are her defensive cares,

    Little did we know,

    But now we’re simply amazed,

    At how clever Le Bouffant Fishy is each and every day.

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

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  • Story example: Lost and Found, Alex the Sprite – 21/07/19

    Story example: Lost and Found, Alex the Sprite – 21/07/19

    Alex was being followed, yet she had no idea.

    Pursued by the evil Queen Bee, Master Puppeteer, day and night, Alex the Spark Plug sprite had to escape her Queen Bee’s intentions without feeling any fright.

    In fact, it was easy, for she lived in much naïve ignorance, for she was unaware of what lurked behind her at any given moment. Her glowing, humming wings dispelled the presence of what was more dire and of utmost importance.

    Alex held a map within her careful hands, her wings of gossamer allowing their light to attend, brightening Alex’s way, for her escape from this tricky world, into another realm, a new positive, safer day to uphold.

    But lost was she, could she be found, anywhere, any which way, will we be told?

    The map’s X marked the spot, but so too did a circle, a firm spot, which way to turn, to avoid the mess and this Realm’s rot? Could she fly, I hear someone suggest, but no, sadly, these wings were only for show, for Alex’s wings of gossamer had been clipped to stop her from flying away from this world, with a joyous and sadistic snip of a to and then a fro.

    “Did you want some help?” a curious bandicoot grunted.

    “Oh, no, sir, I’ll be fine, thanks, but please…” she said, trailing off, “I do so wish I could feel the warm spring breeze, with the wind in my hair and the gust in my wings, why – I’d be able to do whatever I pleased!”

    “Allow me to assist,” the bandicoot insisted then he grabbed the trail of attached bees and flies attracted to her head, instead redirecting them toward her back. Upon her wings they now clung, where they could allow their rise, rapid little wings causing a much desired prize.

    And rise now did Alex, dragging the surprised and outraged Queen Bee with them, into a certain state, a different realm not unlike Heaven. Where Alex had been found, could be free to be whoever she wished to be, where the Queen Bee Puppeteer would be dealt with, like the nasty being that she had proven herself to be.

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

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  • Poem and Drawing: Super Fighting Fire Gecko – 20/07/19

    Poem and Drawing: Super Fighting Fire Gecko – 20/07/19

    Super Fighting Fire Gecko was the town’s hero!

    Super Fire Fighting Gecko,

    Scrambles so quickly, 

    Rapidly as you please!

    Reaches the offending fires burning,

    Licks them frantically,

    Heat’s now gone – 

    Offenders are learning! 

    His tongue is the answer,

    The spittle causes the end,

    Of the work of nasty little firebugs who should have stayed home in their beds instead. 

    Gecko’s a hero,

    Each day he does the town proud, 

    “GECKO, GECKO YOU’VE SAVED US ALL!” could be heard screamed by a rambunctious crowd.

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

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  • Story example: Vinegar and Red Wine – 20/07/19

    Story example: Vinegar and Red Wine – 20/07/19

    Vinegar was curious, while Red Wine liked to play games.

    Once upon a time there lived a bottle of vinegar. She was very curious about a red wine bottle who lived near her, for she wanted to see and taste what was inside of her. Vinegar had never seen a bottle so luminously red, the glory of the sheen was of the prettiest hue she had ever seen, no sign of plain nor drab. Vinegar was so plain, she believed, a simple clear fluid with an acidic taste, whereas she felt the Red Wine bottle would hold inside of her liquid of delicacy and delight, not one drop which should go to waste.

    Of course, Vinegar was an alcoholic beverage amateur, after all, she had been closely monitored since birth, her mother wanted to protect her from the world’s nastiness of binge drinking, this was not a topic of any mirth. Vinegar had lost her father from turpentine poisoning, at work, he would take small sips of the potent liquid all day, and it was with sadness that Vinegar was known as, “The child who had Turpentine take her father away.”

    Still she was curious, surely a drop of red wine wouldn’t hurt, and chased the bottle down the road daily she would go, although pretty little Wine Bottle was more clever of these two sorts, and into the alley ways she would weave to and fro. Vinegar never did capture the bottle that she did so decidedly want to hold, but it was for the best, because Vinegar and Red Wine were known to mix, very, exceptionally well. Vinegar was perhaps saved from travelling down the path that her father had unfortunately taken, and a long life she did live, without a drop of alcohol to be taken.

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

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  • Poem and Sketch: Adrian the Unimpressed Owl – 20/07/19

    Poem and Sketch: Adrian the Unimpressed Owl – 20/07/19

    Adrian: Forever unimpressed.

    Adrian the Owl was forever unimpressed.

    Whatever he caught for dinner he felt sure it wasn’t the best.

    But shouldn’t he be grateful for what he could find?

    For one day, he may return empty clawed, nothing for him to call “Mine.”

    And wouldn’t that be such a terrible salty taste to find?

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

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  • Story example: Sheila the Bear’s 2nd Birthday – 19/07/19

    Story example: Sheila the Bear’s 2nd Birthday – 19/07/19

    Sheila was delighted: her birthday had arrived!

    The day had arrived! A beary happy birthday for Sheila indeed, today was her second birthday, she’d been counting down the days for the last three weeks. She could barely remember her last birthday, she was just that bit too young, but her Mama and Papa bear assured her that today would be such utter fun.

    She had invited her class of thirty bears, squirrels, rabbits and other animals, to a spectacular party set up outside in the woods, where there was a fairground set up, with dodgem cars, spinning rides, even an inflatable bouncing castle exploration with many side and front rooms. 

    With glee, Shiela had laid her eyes upon her birthday party surprise, her parents had kept the set up a secret from her, and rushing over to the dodgems she began to settle herself into the one and only pink princess car. She drove around while waiting for her friends’ imminent arrival, she was a fierce racer it seemed, the extra practice she was getting in would surely result in the beating of the other teams! 

    When the guests arrived, they had a grand old time with the fairground of her special day, the only problem though was all the animals could not use the inflatable castle today. Why not? It is enough to answer, the claws of her class of creatures were too sharp and punctured the castle with multiple holes. It was a downright shame as the castle was merely a hire for the day, not owned by them and surely worth thousands of dollars, how Shiela’s parents groaned. 

    But it was her special day and nothing would allow their daughter’s happiness to come undone, lovely Mama Bear and Papa Bear distracted them all from disappointment with a lilting song. 

    “Come for the honey, come for the oats, come for the cupcakes, come for the fairy bread and marmalade toast! Allow us all to eat, young ones!” With a smile they led the animals inside, where Shiela’s massive birthday cake awaited them all, causing great widened smiles and tummies rumbling inside. 

    Despite the puncturing of the castle the day was deemed a great success, for this would be a very special day for Shiela for remember, many memories of the day, she felt extremely blessed.

    By Alice Well (LMH)  

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

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  • Story example: Little Sooty Bunny and the Forest – 17/07/19

    Story example: Little Sooty Bunny and the Forest – 17/07/19

    Little Sooty Bunny liked when she could explore.

    By Alice Well (LMH) (c)

    Little Sooty Bunny liked to be led astray. Although she was cruelly kept captive upon a leash, occasionally her owner’s heart would be swayed. During these times she would be led off the path, the common ground as it were known and called, and into the forest into a jovial scene where characters waited to greet Little Sooty Bunny and made her excitement grow!

    It was on adventures such as these that the Bunny wished extremely ever so much to escape, so she could play in the woods, with the Twin Trees and their smiling mouths, eyes hooded secretively, only happiness exuded, no negativity, no horrid hate. The Sun and the Moon chuckling and giggling with accompanying forest tunes, the Trees so free they were tickling Bunny with their sweetly sung Fur Elises and Clair de Lunes.

    But Bunny was stuck! Held by that unfair leash, how would she escape, from the terrible owner she always managed to accidentally displease every day? For every movement or noise Bunny would make would upset and cause her owner’s anger to flare like a terrible disease, taking hours to abate. The only reason he took Bunny out was to get her away from the house, where he longed to lay about, and tiring Bunny of energy meant his later relaxing could be uninterrupted and entirely at ease.

    The silly owner didn’t realise that if he allowed Bunny loose to freedom, he would kill two birds with one stone: allowing him to continually laze about and allowing Bunny the freedom to escape from the cruel owner, of him to be without, and to have a more loving, welcoming home.

    Then one day a crafty squirrel descended from a tree, “Allow me to help, dear Bunny, allow me to help you view this world, how special it is, how beautifully perfect it can be.” And gnaw through the leash slowly did Squirrel until he gained success, with a tentative look at her sleepy owner Bunny was suddenly more than impressed! Escape did she, after thanking her saviour, and into the forest she went to live, a life of happiness and ardour. It was something that Bunny was most deserving of, something she appreciated most wholeheartedly.

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

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