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Tag: poet
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Artwork: prism heart – 06/12/21
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Artwork: the lantern – 04/12/21
the lantern meant to light my way
brighten my path and send me sway
with her i thought i would travel, gain
but same same same
the admirable? extravagant pain.
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Lauren M. Hancock Poetry and Prose
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Poem: finally – 26/11/21
bounce baby
let me rise with thee
there was only one path for us
and that’s true destiny
we are anything but circumstance
we are everything wild and planned
we are perfection hand in hand
and scan my heart
to find the true lands
we will walk side by side
you smilingly and I glory-feels
your company is what I’ve always needed
it only took years to succeed
tell me now did you miss me
did your first breath you gasped
you realise
there was a piece missing
and now i’m here by your side
be careful, bay-leaf, for your heart
I will never flee
understand
need
see
that I’ll always be there for thee
and thee for me —
lifetimes apart, together
finally.
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(25/11/21)
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Lauren M. Hancock Poetry and Prose
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Poem: golden times – 24/11/21
it feels like gold
it shines it glimmers
it never grows old
these times that grow within my soul
cause me to smile
widely
from ear to ear.
lips plumped and pouted I contemplate
what has come to pass with extraneous time
for these golden dreams cause such brightness
and internal strength
tenacity helped me make it through the
disastrous zones
the struggles
the moans the whines
the aching
the pining
and now here I am
grinning giggling
for I’ve achieved what I sought
and though it took certain time
I have arrived…
finally.
no more talk of
being on the verge
on the precipice of achieving
I’ve reached the rise
and now I soar with it
gracious understanding and gratitude
and in this world,
all the spare time time time.
(24/11/21)
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Lauren M. Hancock Poetry and Prose
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Poem: a gentler star – 23/11/21
admirable
this deceptive intent
I’ve known you from before and really, well,
the efforts aren’t well spent
for I can see through the cage-work
the fingers prised through the wired gaps
trying to get through
through to my heart
when I’ve made it whole from pieces –
a work of fastidious art
I am freer now
this much I truly believe
I can believe what’s become because I’ve been there
staring down the barrel of that emotional gun
set to decimate me again and again
because I allowed it
out of control
and fiery priestess I was
but now,
I am far calmer
I carry a gentler type of karma
something which reaches within and sings through
others’ heavy armour
lightening their load on their chests
their breastplates cast aside
allowing access
no more great pride
arrogance
and I don’t need to hide
ashamed of who I am was were
I’ve become as light as that travelling star
that memory of her you once held dear in your heart.
(22/11/21)
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Lauren M. Hancock Poetry and Prose
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artwork: quiet chaos – 22/11/21
artwork copyright Lauren M. Hancock 22/11/21 All rights reserved. Sometimes I’m in a mood to fly colour all around on the page. No rhythm, no rhyme about it. Just the process I find relaxing and enriching. At the end it’s nice to see how the colours meld with each other, whether it’s subtle, fluid, or not at all. I find it a little like active meditation making this type of art.
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Poem: fervid – 21/11/21
woke up late
I didn’t know what I was all about
looking around with delirium
smiling to myself
at the fever I knew would begin again
the fervid burning of hope
at knowing
knowing
knowing
that what I pursue is worth the dreaming
allowing for facts of independence and fine fine times
achieved by chasing the high of gains
and frames behind the mirror depict
the moments which, are all the same,
but varied alike in their ability to capture the light
and tame my heart and soul and mind
with the memories of brightness and soul.
abundance fills my life in many ways
more ways than I can aptly appreciate
but I do,
I do,
I thank the lord for what’s being pursued
because he gave me the heart
the ability to strive forth with great intent
dragged away, away from the discussion of late
words spoken over and over
complaints negativity
didn’t warrant a picture
a place on my shelf?
No, keep away, keep away,
pain and feverish complacency can remain
where its now laid,
it shall stay.
(21/11/21)
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Lauren M. Hancock Poetry and Prose
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Poem: airless dolls – 21/11/21
the righteous favour the brave
but the brave favour themselves
there’s little need to further delve
it’s just the way they display themselves
barbie girls upon on the shelf
awaiting their knight
to be rescued by the hero
victorious from the fight
they smile from cheek to cheek
pearly whites framed by pillows of
pale high society pink
waists as small as inched parading
eyes brighter than the cunning hunters
as of late
soaring the night air for their prey
they are fastidious but wouldn’t you know it
that, incredible, incredible
is the moment when they capture
the hearts and minds
of the passing toy soldiers beneath them
in their boxes the dolls smile smile smile
there’s much to be absorbed from their dials
but beneath the facets
the facades
not much, in a while.
lacking the ability to be whole
hearts empty as a vacuous vessel
veering this way and that to scoop up
as many airless dreams
as one can pursue and slew.
(21/11/21)
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LAUREN M. HANCOCK POETRY AND PROSE
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Poem: i wish – 20/11/21
i wish i wish
to be seen for who I haven’t been before
a need to be admired for who I am becoming and more
not by others, no,
but by myself, for who I am, who I am now,
a genuine self-satisfaction for my hard work
my development my resilience my growth
it’s as though
I wandered the nights for hours and years
in the undergrowth
dampened spirits, lingering hope
every chance seemed uplifting, crazy,
the freshest answer to myself,
solutions to breathe,
but devastation only met me,
befell me and thus,
from success I would fall away,
I would flee.
unbeknownst to me,
my desires to be, to breathe,
to have every need felt heard seen
thwarted by the very process
desperately employed
highlighted
underscored
outlined
incorrect methods and knowledge half-researched
poorly spelled poorly cast
the magic was never truly there
because in my heart,
I didn’t understand… me.
i look back,
I think of her every day and every night
that little wild girl who just wanted the answers
to be loved in life
to have another hold her
and share their hopes, nights and dreams
not knowing what I know now
I have to enjoy my days for me.
life is so precious, believe,
every second to understand that I must appreciate,
feel and be.
(19/11/21)
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