Lauren M. Hancock Poetry and Prose

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  • Poem: bed of starlight – 19/11/21

    Poem: bed of starlight – 19/11/21

    look at the glowing
    a bed of starlight before me
    burning in its fluidity
    already passed but beauty present to see
    to experience,
    whilst being.

    what is this luck that I feel
    whilst basking beneath the starry warmth and the
    shine of their moon
    his smile is knowing
    as though he’s telling me soon soon
    but soon, for what?

    my heart tells me to beseech
    but my mind instructs me to wait
    contemplate, contemplate
    there’s no level of censure in my ability
    to remain here, concentrate
    on the future, away from the past,
    beneath the rolling blanket at half-mast
    part past eleven crawling seconds to midnight
    to last to pass

    I throw my head back and sing to the forlorn sun
    hidden behind the tapestry of the night
    awaiting the stars’ closing time
    so she can again shine soon
    and so can I
    with the brightness,
    effervescence I’ve found within
    because, being sprightly has its benefits
    thinking positively yields its merits

    I yodel into the night as though I’m calling
    for something lost –
    perhaps I am, perhaps I am,

    at least I’ve found my newest self,
    pleasure to be gained,
    my spirit, oh, how she soars,
    the world is patient, waiting for her,
    bright spark, to fully explore.
    (19/11/21)
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  • Poem: running free – 18/11/21

    Poem: running free – 18/11/21

    running free
    it’s what I need breathe feel
    the wind battering my face
    as I take on new beliefs
    knowing internally what this will cause
    what type of effect
    no denial in me
    shedding skin
    cocooning complete
    what is done
    done done done.


    I can no longer hold
    that false bravado
    satisfied feeling
    eyes rolling to the ceiling
    knowing knowing
    now what’s better for me
    and what must remain attached
    with caution
    running free running free
    delicate contractions,
    prized so desired actions.

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  • Poem: wild dance – 11/11/21

    Poem: wild dance – 11/11/21

    I dance with my heart in the moon’s mouth
    he treasures it gently,
    carries it lightly
    never will he drop it
    because he is divining surely
    total ineptitude
    I sit here hands open wide
    and smile
    give me my heart back
    I speak with earnest
    he shakes his head a little while
    and sighs

    and relinquishes as he views
    my desperation
    to once again be in pure contemplation
    in recipient of my beating heart
    filled with fervour and pace
    like a startled rabbit
    I need it
    I want it
    he hands it to me
    reinsertion:
    my heart begins to race

    what is this feeling I have
    this flighty adrenaline life
    the moon the moon give me a
    look so wise

    i was merely looking after your heart
    making you feel less alive
    so you could live in the undergrowth
    of your contentment and strong strive
    (11/11/21)

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  • Poem: To Adjust – 20/10/21

    Poem: To Adjust – 20/10/21

    To isolate, but willingly,
    set aside myself from
    that once-hurried life,
    is something rightfully
    required, and
    I know this as such.

    To work on myself –
    self-improve,
    take the time to relax,
    not always be ‘at it’,
    the social butterfly,
    no longer me.

    I am repetitive, yes,
    but it’s to do with
    my training,
    the ability to wash over
    myself affirming words
    every morning.

    Others have done so too,
    taken their paths,
    months, years prior,
    I’m here at long last,
    watching, willing, no longer
    passively waiting,
    but performing all that
    needs doing,
    and more so,
    just so there’s no yearning.

    And pieces of me
    once scattered around
    the globe
    by uncaring hearts who took,
    each piece
    dropped, thrown,
    now I caress my gathered shards
    that make up my
    healing, healing heart,
    loving, warming self-care,

    I toss aside my long ebony hair
    and valiantly smile
    for I am here,
    grateful and alone,
    I sit atop my chair
    and feel contentment;
    this world is finally
    feeling like a home.

    Surrounded by everything
    once prized, now lacking meaning,
    because material possessions,
    what need have I for everything?
    Give my heart and soul to another when
    time deems it ready.

    Wondrous, this process
    of learning to turn thoughts around,
    look at the positive, hopefully always,
    feed myself with joyous messages,
    sounds, thoughts.

    I need to do this
    not just for myself
    but for those closest to me,
    I, myself, them, deserve only
    the best version of me,
    and if this means isolation,
    temporarily from the world,
    people,
    friends,
    as much as I can,
    I’ll take this time,
    adjust myself accordingly,
    and allow my truest heart to shine.
    (15/10/21)
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  • Poem: Living in the Moment – 29/09/21

    Poem: Living in the Moment – 29/09/21

    To truly live in the moment,
    to take stock and simply breathe,
    enrich yourself in the present,
    feeling, being, see,
    understanding that being in the current,
    the here and now,
    to appreciate,
    that which is all around us,
    enough to encapsulate ourselves as of late.
    Knowing ourselves more and more
    which comes with time and growing sense of selves,
    being able to search our experiences and
    know what to seek out,
    to be happy with our discoveries,
    and not need to further delve,
    to be accomplished in our journeys,
    the ability to breathe within and exhale,
    to rid ourselves of stress and pain,
    relieving, an inner peace,
    something which will one day come with ease,
    time will surely tell.

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  • Prose: River of Consciousness – 15/09/21

    Prose: River of Consciousness – 15/09/21

    I feel the river of consciousness flowing, the flow of ethereal joy growing, and the prism of light shine and increase within me, a quiet sense of knowing. Knowledge that life will continue to improve, it is with focus and intent that I’m aware I’ll keep this view, with positivity, an ample amount, enough to dampen any sense of fear or doubt, in myself I have trust and the knowledge that to myself and close others, I will be able to remain devout. There can be occasions when I wonder, have I strayed from the righteous path, was there something awry I performed, or have I mistrusted, an inability to inadequately and naively discern, when really I should have upped and away without a goodbye, from past experiences, perhaps still never having learnt. And the truth of the matter is that often there are circumstances which call for the separation of one from another, without occasion, without proper rhyme or explained reason, for the state of the spirit, it is required to be done, to be gone away from them, without a single word. Their hearts, once appearing warm, have turned cruel and unkind, perhaps self-serving, in a short time. Others, certain types, will be afforded soft explanations, but these may be few and far in between, sometimes nothing is warranted but a deft ascension. A momentous breaking, of a declared separation, of something that turned out to be a farcical and unwarranted, something only aiding a certain type of them. And now, as I listen to quiet flow, of gentle meditations, I know that everything will be fine, for I am allowing this to be so, in subtle time. The tick-ticking of the two room clocks no longer perturbs, but sets a gentle precedence for one another, incorrect in a way, but right in a type of odd style. As though falling into each other, meant to be there for every second for one another, endless, ongoing, with stoic fervour. Isn’t it nice when we are here for one another? A calming click-click, as the seconds tick unevenly with the softened music within my ears makes me calm, flow with the river as I speak from my spirit within, rolling out with words to speak, not with anger, not with a din, with a wave upon wave of undulating rings.

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  • Poem: Thy Inner Truths – 11/09/21

    Poem: Thy Inner Truths – 11/09/21

    Awakening thy inner truths,
    beauty present,
    spiritual proof,
    the internal reservoirs of light,
    make infinite truth anything but a plight.

    Causes within and visions yours,
    counteract the substance of irrelevant facts,
    cast forth through the shrouded clouds,
    airy mysteries,
    intelligence, wonder, determining that which
    we seek.

    What is before my very eyes
    is circumstance, crimson red,
    but unfaltering yet,
    a bold vivid view for my heart
    to contemplate upon,
    run from the pastels, into the beat
    of another’s drum.

    And here will the rhythmic data align,
    linear,
    rich cobalt, emeralds too,
    enriched with understanding of linked truths,
    brighten the mindset, for I know what to do.

    I shall not carry on with anything but
    positive intent,
    bringing down the deceit and decimation
    disingenuous song spent,
    for deep inside I hear a calling,
    the sparkling of my morning,
    a yearning, a hoping,
    a certain reverent knowing.

    Trust not the tide of others’ wisdoms
    but find that of your own,
    I have searched high and low and I’m still
    learning how to trust, and love,
    and when push comes to an
    irreverent shove,
    and a playful side is shown,
    I will counteract that airy, floaty substance with
    something more like my own.

    My spirit, it will shine,
    it will take on the strength of truths imbued,
    I will be able to be read like a book,
    but in terms of knowledge, it is a wanted view.
    I know that delving into one’s psyche
    is not always preferable for him, nor she,
    whomever these people prove to be,

    but, I dare to explore,
    I dare to unwind,
    the visions, the moments,
    the arcs and spikes in my mind,
    until I become better in myself,
    analysis, truth be told,
    is better with maturity,
    one of the perks of growing old.

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  • Poem: Sentiments – 07/09/21

    Poem: Sentiments – 07/09/21

    A tirade inside
    flows with voluptuous sentiment
    from the lips of one
    blue in the face,
    feelings of entitlement,
    the inability to quieten down the torment,
    or seemingly distract oneself from something
    deep within, and dormant.

    Treasure not those memories,
    incorrectly saved,
    interpreted experiences disgust for
    another day,
    allow the truths to come forth,
    blatant, flooding like a river,
    still,
    discomfort at knowing
    that there was something awry,
    rest upon the windowsill,
    glance away at the wanton Moon.

    The voices within the soul,
    reside in the mind of cracked cranium,
    a wonder that the bravery is not part of them,
    displayed with justice, observed with hope,
    their pathway can be traipsed around all
    one likes,
    but without intention what is the point
    in delving into the complexities of things,
    of their mind,
    when there’s nothing positive or learned to see?

    Diatribes now,
    deranged, delinquency,
    causing curses upon everyone close to me,
    me? Where do I come in the journey,
    I’ve not been ropable for a while,
    until now, until this very moment,
    I will dismount my stallion, golden horse,
    and wipe away the negatives, the undesirable durations,
    others’ sad inability to change.

    I will converge, I will create, I will continue
    to rid this world of hate,
    for what is done when I’ve performed my will?
    What shall we be left with?
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  • Micropoetry: Visions and Proof – 06/09/21

    Micropoetry: Visions and Proof – 06/09/21

    pray for the wisdom,
    for the strength to view the truth,
    now what’s here before your eyes
    and really is ultimately sheer proof,
    an enlightening of visions within the soul,
    reflected in our orbs’ mirrors,
    feel the heartbeats within me,
    wouldn’t you, didn’t you know?
    understanding that we all
    have tales,
    winding, rivers of secrecy
    and shires to explore?
    but these are to no avail.
    sometimes they’re better left untouched,
    unasked,
    unexplored,
    allow the breaths of yesteryears
    remain quietened,
    if they happen to speak?
    best they’re ignored.
    we all benefit from personal growth
    and mistakes if we treat them well,
    didn’t you already know?

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  • Poem: Arrival – 02/09/21

    Poem: Arrival – 02/09/21

    Bass throbs, soulful beings,
    sends hope forth, ecstasy springing,
    accumulative movements,
    dance, stomp, flow, singing,
    heavenly brightness, utterly amazing.

    Grinning, growing, flowing,
    feeding the memories with presence
    of mind growing,
    understanding not of false currencies,
    but true depth, the priceless act of self-knowledge.

    Enrichment of beat, melody, beat, flow,
    watch all breathe together,
    exist, inhale, delving powerful unknowns,
    fluidity of momentum,
    yet treble and bass must war as one,
    disharmonious then tacit agreement
    portentous enlightenment ne’er come undone.   

    Now, follow the music for
    your own vivid truths,
    enriched understanding,
    crimson red, deep blue infused,
    dance to the flow and rhythm of
    your own unique path,
    you’ll arrive,
    you’ve arrived,
    finally, at long last.  

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