Lauren M. Hancock Poetry and Prose

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  • Poem: Bright – 21/08/21

    Poem: Bright – 21/08/21

    Nothing to be depressed about,
    so positive,
    so joyous – so free,
    encumbered paths we could say
    but ecstatic I choose to be,
    it’s about which side to view
    and walk alongside Life,
    I could pinpoint, acknowledge,
    tiny points of strife,
    elaborate,
    with magnitude,
    some attitude filled with,
    rife,
    with annoyance, with irritation,
    or feelings of ‘discrimination’.

    But the truth is I’m blessed
    to be here, well and breathing,
    the strength, resilience, in
    myself and others I am seeing,
    I could list all that’s here for us,
    right and lasting,
    lingering,
    hope, especially,
    is something I am carrying.

    I am grateful for my health,
    my family, my dear friendships,
    my comforts, and deep love,
    Life’s material things,
    those which bring comfort,
    music, sound, paint,
    art, colours, company combine,
    I don’t chose to inhabit positivity —
    instead it’s bred within me.

    Cast aside, long ago,
    the feelings of downbeat,
    downtrodden,
    the ‘world’s against me’s’,
    I didn’t need to be like that,
    to live like that,
    it was so stifling,
    couldn’t breathe.

    Negativity can suck one into
    its slimy, vicious grasp,
    no enlightenment within,
    to exist then – what a task.

    Turned about face to the sun,
    arms thrown open,
    embrace that amazing warmth,
    while I could find saddening points to exist upon,
    I’ve decided instead to be
    bright, bright, bright,
    radiance fills my lark-song.

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  • Poem: Adore – 20/08/21

    Poem: Adore – 20/08/21

    Tempt the temptress, her former lucid life,
    where round and about the memories
    her behaviour once was rife,
    and haunting her, within her sheets
    is music sounding on repeat,
    that jingle jangle, emotive, replete,
    hanging on the edge,
    fumbled footsteps on a road so steep,
    into history these words shall keep.

    Taunt not the woman for being dumb-
    founded by the options before her,
    numb, was she, her vision pure,
    or so it seemed,
    far less than demure.

    But undertaking the melody is syncopation,
    unexpected haunting dreams,
    the -ah-ah-ah of off-beat rhythms,
    heartbeat pounds, beating mallets,
    her ribcage is the prison.

    Because it was her heart that was the cause,
    the prisoner, too, so wondrous yet lost,
    yearning for that which should come to be,
    would it ever be? Her soulmate, would she see?

    Understanding there are many out there,
    available to pick-her-apart,
    and knowing that which would also drive,
    sending her mind and pulse, alive, alive!
    But it was required, really,
    that her baggage be left,
    at the entranceway before her path
    could be walked yet,
    reaching, open arm, open hand,
    open palm,
    for someone to love her,
    and him in return.

    The bittersweet madness of the executed times
    would send her cursed tale
    forward, centre, and front,
    but care little would the true one,
    the one who will decide to watch her with
    widened, adoring eyes,
    sweep her in his arms and enliven himself
    with her wit, her truth, her character, intelligence,
    and charms,
    no excuses, no lies.

    She does not boast, she knows truly within,
    she’s worth much more than bad behaviour
    experiences,
    expletives within!
    Wipe away times of hurt,
    unappreciative, taunting words,
    moving forth to the future,
    where she won’t ever need to call for anything,
    anyone,
    yearning? No, hear her, watch her eyes learn.

    Goodness will come to those who listen
    at every turn.

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  • Poem: Welcoming Humanity – 17/08/21

    Poem: Welcoming Humanity – 17/08/21

    I lived a dream
    so raw, impure,
    and now it seems
    my path’s demure.

    Remaining chaste,
    living only for good,
    giving to the common man and woman
    like I know I should.

    Smiles all around,
    humble lips and ears,
    braggart not,
    enlightening my path
    as I resurrect it,

    my journey as I learn it
    I correct it,
    I accomplish some of my finest
    whilst living life in earnest.

    Ask me not of
    prior names,
    accolades nor
    feigned dames,

    no time assured
    from then to now,
    ask me not,
    for I won’t tell
    nor frown!

    Undoing that which
    needed to die,
    needles prickling
    where sleepin’ dogs lie,
    leave the past,
    search the present with haste,
    tomorrow is but a date,
    cement my fate!

    I can rest assured
    that future truths
    will be enriched with
    bounty of beauty,
    experiences willed,
    impassioned by thy Source,
    my energy thrives and lives,
    peace be unto
    this urchin, my sins
    I decided to forgive.

    Prior memories don’t last,
    I’m thankful to not recall,
    all in all
    I’m living, breathing
    my all,

    my search for myself,
    and my treasured path,
    with warmth,
    humanity is finally welcoming me,
    great love at last.

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  • Poem: Her Sorcery – 13/08/21

    Poem: Her Sorcery – 13/08/21

    Haunted are her eyes
    above a winsome smile,
    wistful character is she,
    hoping for more
    in a while.

    Fallen by the wayside,
    all her trickery,
    her witchery,
    her cosmetics,
    her haberdashery.

    By goodness what is told
    beneath those furrowed brows?
    Heavy times envisaged,
    poignant moments told,
    she loves to flicker
    her eyes from the
    land to the sea,
    a calming peacefulness
    takes over she.

    Without her layers,
    which peeled away
    one by one,
    she’s naked as the babe
    she entered the world as,
    all magic spells come undone,
    without the falsity
    of rare moments of rage,
    she no longer finds herself
    or others
    disharmoniously caged.

    For their prison was this –
    requirements to abide by society,
    she just wants to flow now,
    rippling waves,
    breathe, gasp freely,
    ride the swells of less commotion,
    battle away prior despair,
    no longer a ‘witch’ but a
    fair haired innocent maiden…

    What was wrong with her sorcery?
    She’d not ever know,
    only condemned for being
    different,
    not lining up in
    conforming rows,
    her magic is what
    she held pride in,
    what made her so proud,
    shriek and cackle
    she wishes now,
    to elaborate aloud.

    They have changed her,
    made her ‘pure’,
    sootiness cast away,
    undo, undo,
    bring back the smudges,
    the unsightly smears,
    her darkness is, was, forthcoming,
    can you feel it, dears?
    There’s so much she has to say,
    watch as the pretences fall away.

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  • Poem: Refractions – 09/08/21

    Poem: Refractions – 09/08/21

    The growling primal fear
    which rears its head
    dances its eyes over our
    circumstance,
    and in a plethora of
    understanding
    it wisely retreats into
    the distance,
    pillars surround us
    as petals, thrown,
    fall from invisible hands.

    The area we find ourselves in
    beckons to outsiders
    near and far,
    cajoling them,
    calling them in,
    to come join
    the party,
    if one could call
    it this,
    we are prisms within
    shafts of light,
    sensing deep within.

    And so, we carry on,
    dispel any negativity,
    growth is a factor,
    plurals multiply,
    lace-widths of sin
    and unroll do these errors from past, future and
    unknowns,
    our history determines
    how much we want  
    others to know.

    So, wary are we,
    these refractions dance so thin,
    like slicing daggers into
    unwanted entities,
    our lovers hear and own
    everything that shouldn’t
    be seen,
    as though thickets,
    deep brush,
    slash, gash, branches
    not so tough,
    do and say are different things,
    but results matter most,
    is what some might say.

    Thinning out,
    excavating memories of time,
    white-hot circumstance,
    disallowing swallows flighty times,
    drift away from that sea
    that calls and calls,
    deep swells for you,
    and for me – well,
    I’m tackle what I am given,
    arrivederchi.

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  • Poem: Shade – 07/08/21

    Poem: Shade – 07/08/21

    Light and shade,
    I sweep the curtains shut,
    keeping creeping moody blues
    in mind,
    seems they’ll never stop.

    Heaving and breathing,
    huffing and a-puffing,
    affected am I this night,
    heathens nesting in the room
    from dawn until morning light.

    Struggles to create
    in a manner bright and saved,
    annoyances in the gutter,
    when will my thoughts be tamed?
    For I am ailing, but to some,
    no matter, I’m the one
    who should troupe on regardless
    of what I’m lacking in
    my personal power.

    I loathe, I hate,
    this weakness in myself,
    the inability to say no,
    wanting to please,
    keep their flashy smiles
    in a row,
    whilst I, I sit here in pain,
    distended dreams,
    dreamt in vain,
    upon the moody windowpane,
    trickles of falsified tears,
    rain trails there to be admired,
    cleansed pathways reverse-inked
    in droves.

    Light and shade calls forth
    but all that seems present
    is shade and shadows thrown,
    there is no sunrise rising,
    no beauty in my morning,
    I mourn for things which I yearned for,
    calling,
    yowling presence causes progress
    to begin stalling.

    The bracken in this bonfire
    lit by a little match,
    how small a thought can then
    become an inferno,
    developing into disgust in myself
    as of late,

    what happened to living my
    best life,
    I’m exhausted to the point
    I cannot breathe…
    stifling this shallow breath,
    for recycled air,
    I begin to heave and heave.

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  • Poem: Open Arms – 05/08/21

    Poem: Open Arms – 05/08/21

    Offering who I am,
    affirming when I can,
    positivity leads me into open arms,
    genuine, willing hands,

    they welcome me with hearts assured,
    love and circumstance, visions focussed,
    never blurred,
    shared life purposes,
    becoming more,
    a world of truth,
    so bright and pure.

    I feel the rhythm of our pulse,
    we wanderlust,
    travel in minds most,
    we stretch our desires,
    make our thoughts wise,
    ponder the true meanings of life.

    And then I’ll sit with all
    and we can say,
    that we are doing this our
    very own way,
    there are no trials, tribulations,
    only challenges and explorations,
    what does it mean to truly be human,
    a light-seeker,
    what’s my mission in this world,
    my fate to be unfurled?

    I will have to study my flight path,
    my purposes can be many,
    intuitive,
    unlimited,
    I simply have to select some
    and grow,
    my destiny is mine to behold —
    all I know is that it is vivid, sumptuous, and sunny.  

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  • Poem: Vast Mind Dreaming – 03/08/21

    Poem: Vast Mind Dreaming – 03/08/21

    Calm and tranquil,
    peaceful and still,
    allow your mind to relax,
    impregnate itself with
    freedom and richness,
    we are filled,

    feel the vast mind-space multiply into
    pockets of light where we can
    project thoughts and generosities;
    our souls sing and ring with verbosity
    into the silky night.

    Amazing as it is, we seem complex usually,
    though in this moment, stripped away,
    barren of damage,
    we’ve healed in the silence,
    allowed ourselves to fade
    into pastel dreaming,
    the softness of approaching day,
    the excitement of what might come,
    what may.

    Relaxed and refreshed,
    because we are here and now,
    subtle intricacies in a world once unknown,
    the single point of consciousness
    which we have drawn upon,
    second to none, darling,
    referenced,
    vibrant as one.   

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  • Poem: Living my Best Life – 01/08/21

    Poem: Living my Best Life – 01/08/21

    Living the best life
    that I have known,
    rich with friendships,
    loyalty, calm and respect
    within the home,
    ladened with kindness,
    listening, understanding,
    appreciating life for
    what it’s delivering.

    I’m amazed at true contentedness,
    this feeling of warmth,
    of bliss,
    the comfortable space I’m in,
    where my heart and mind subsist,
    I have grown as a person,
    I’ve become surer of myself
    in ways I’ve not ever known,
    confidence breeds self-knowledge,
    and genuine love for myself
    and others is assured.

    I wonder not now at what
    could have been
    nor dwell on what was,
    I am grateful and gracious
    for the time I have in
    this world,
    it’s like everything is falling into place,
    a world of almost-perfection,
    meeting me with haste.

    And so, I develop,
    and work on my spirit
    some more,
    so much time in life
    yet so little,
    never a chance to complain
    or be bored,
    I appreciate everything I’ve been given,
    and everything that’s coming
    my way,
    I will replenish my soul,
    my life,
    with truest brightness
    every day.

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  • Poem: Welcome Visitors – 31/07/21

    Poem: Welcome Visitors – 31/07/21

    Away with me as I fly
    to sea,
    watching the world fall beneath me,
    I am free
    to see the wonder and
    the mess of my land,
    that space in between
    falsity and reality,

    I need to realise the scarcity
    of danger does not mean
    that it is non-existent, but rather
    it is there lurking,
    waiting,
    attempting to gain its
    personal power,
    but what is the point in delving
    when no one is there to commence caring,
    to begin embracing,
    to be there, understanding,
    baring my soul
    for a silent audience?
    Shall I ever know?

    Did my words have any impact,
    will their truths finally be shown?

    I realise the long and short of the matter is
    that if I soared, on my own accord,
    there is no need to be admired,
    or reassured,
    no requirement to be acknowledged,
    a certain word barrage,
    and then I will know,
    to myself, that there is
    a time,
    a place,
    a space,
    for when I will be known for the words
    that I have sewn.

    The cobwebs can remain in my room
    for as long as they like,
    because the host,
    their lady with the most,
    will always be home.

    She will greet you when you arrive.

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