Lauren M. Hancock Poetry and Prose

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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: First Time – 26/06/21

    Poem: First Time – 26/06/21

    The very first moment
    I leant in for your kiss,
    I’d been waiting most of the morning,
    watching your careful moving lips.

    With bliss abounding,
    I had spoken with abandon,
    so ecstatic I was to be in your presence,

    and seated next to you,
    my heart raced,
    my breath held,
    bated,
    surely you could see,
    feel the rich desperation,
    my need,
    for your touch,
    underscored by your
    vermillion crease.

    You were hesitant,
    for unknown reasons
    I watched your body stiffen,
    unsure it seemed you were,
    to accept excitable desire
    toward you,
    perhaps fearful of such nearness.

    With a quick peck on
    billowy cushions,
    disappointed somewhat,
    I retracted,
    dejected,
    it swims through my innards,
    a scourge,
    fresh disease,
    I could not wipe
    the sadness from
    my shuttered eyelids,
    was ‘playfully shy’
    your process?

    I protest with these lips,
    beseech you to
    explain away your fears,
    attempts to allay mine
    of not being enough,
    of being too eager,
    too excitable,
    too weird,
    is my pressuring too rough,
    am I not the girl you wanted,
    am I not the presence desired,
    if not,
    annihilate this morning,
    embarrassment bleeding,
    as your stuttering excuses start…

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  • Poem: Crumble – 16/06/21

    Poem: Crumble – 16/06/21


    There are times when I crumble,
    rare they be, they’re there,
    can’t always be self-assured,
    my stomach turns,
    mind feels consumed,
    my carefree self, loaded with discomfiting airs.

    Unfortunate is the moment
    when I can’t rejoice
    because of what’s occurring,
    the panic, nervous anxiety,
    peering eyes,
    curious crowds?
    Overactive minds.

    I need to acknowledge my value,
    what my presence means
    in the world,
    I may be one of billions,
    but I’m unique
    in my own ways,
    a special individual,
    like any and all others.

    Truth unfurls,
    fetal position,
    now uncurl,
    standing tall,
    spine erect,
    eyes facing, direct,
    gaze unwavering,
    confidence bursting,
    lost in a moment,
    powerful vision,
    striding ahead —
    being utterly daring.

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  • Poem: An Eventful Evening – 27/04/21

    Poem: An Eventful Evening – 27/04/21

    A rambling here and there, 
    a touch, a smile, humour is in the air, 
    comfortability, 
    company contained, 
    thoughts shared, 
    all aboard the rise and fall of the train. 

    I don’t feel awry, do you?
    They shake their head, 
    they know not to speak their truths, 
    for if it were known how nervous one felt, 
    the pressures of the heart would have to be spoke,
    a heart would have to admit it melts,
    the tightening of a wanted noose, 
    a newly looser belt. 

    Why on earth would the fissures let loose, 
    steam gusting forth, 
    and geysers pressurising the room, 

    words spoken, or hushed in the dark, 
    addle the mind, 
    or allow another to crawl away, 
    escape, 
    into their comfort zone, 
    where are you — 
    oh, hark?
    I think this takes the cake, 
    I think it hits the mark,
    walk away, away, from the affray?

    Take the sugar, 
    exercise the sweetness,
    be brave, 
    don’t knock objects aside accidentally, 
    the clumsiness can leave a smudge
    that no one will want to save, 

    and celebrate the moments
    when time seems to have healed 
    the brokenness inside of them,
    and eyes, 
    and sight, 
    certain glittering beauty will steal.

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  • Poem: Invincible – 12/04/21

    Poem: Invincible – 12/04/21

    Sometimes you think you’re invincible, 
    able to take on the entire world, 
    chest puffed out, 
    arms proud, 

    but darling, understand the situation 
    and the weaknesses, 
    I wouldn’t want you to be unnecessarily 
    harmed or pained for a short while. 

    Take some deep breaths, 
    relax, 
    know that you’ll progress without this bravado, 
    you don’t need to show off to others, 
    you don’t need to be acknowledged widely for your
    inner and outer strength to be known. 

    Everything will be fine if you leave it alone, 
    the world will keep turning on its own, 
    events, disasters, 
    negative persons, 
    all will rise and fall without the throw of little stones, 
    calling of names, or smiles turned into violent frowns. 

    Take a leaf from my book, 
    isn’t it easier to remain calm, 
    isn’t it smarter, wiser, to be truthful and wear that mark 
    upon your arm, 
    there is no need for armour when 
    your heart is already in a mode of protect, 

    no need for assault or retribution
    to those who have been niggling for so long, 
    intruding on a life from times now so old. 

    Leave him, 
    leave the situation, 
    allow the feelings to rise, 
    be filled to the brim, 
    but then dissipate, 
    there’s something poignant in crying out
    the anger then allowing it to echo away, 
    its very own din.

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  • Poem: I Do Not Exist, I Live – 15/02/21

    Poem: I Do Not Exist, I Live – 15/02/21

    Sing to myself, I will this day, 
    there is nothing to perturb me, 
    my worries they have been laid away. 

    I do not exist, I live, 
    broadly speaking I experience, 
    I take, I give, 
    my heart yearns for nothing, 
    I am complete because I’ve accepted the truth of myself,
    I’m growing more comfortable in my skin. 

    Strength comes from knowing who I am, 
    visions come from planning through resilience, 
    I am no longer weakness walking, 
    the insecurities forthcoming, 
    I do not rely on another to complete or fix me, 
    the notion of this unsettles me. 

    Because, being independent mentally, 
    and emotionally, shall we say,
    it is, in itself something wondrous to look upon after
    endless helpless days, 
    I won’t suffer, I won’t be useless with myself, 
    I have courage and ardour, 
    I’ve grown and I don’t need another to leap in 
    to take me as their prize 
    when I’ve worked so hard to develop myself
    for years, not days. 

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  • Poem: Brightness – 17/01/21

    Poem: Brightness – 17/01/21

    Brightness engulfs that wicked room
    where tales were never shared.
    Where fears, anxiety,
    irreverently unfold within the gloom,
    resting concerns upon one’s hands.

    There is a quietness which is perturbed
    by the stately arrival of glaring white
    and unnatural upheaval,
    a certain something,
    a funk, a stink,
    which would bring one to their knees,
    into the darkest of thickets,
    the tangled thorns, the trees, the thistles.

    Do not cry for the moment of lost opportune,
    do not grieve, neither mourn,
    there is no end, only if wished for soon,
    there is nothing worth feeling lost about,
    because the presence, she lingers,
    lingers in a manner that takes words straight
    from awe-struck mouths and fingers.

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  • Poem: Fields of Colour – 02/01/21

    Poem: Fields of Colour – 02/01/21

    Ink and colours swirl and fly,
    admirably they meld into the other,
    watch our joy multiply.
    There’s not a moment too soon
    when we can reach into the stars,
    colours, outlines, so fantastical,
    we can hardly believe them ours.

    I know that these hues and shades
    might not be here forever,
    but I appreciate and accept,
    allow them to provide my eyes pleasure
    and favour while I introspect,

    I know not their meanings to you,
    but to me they are plentiful,
    wholesome,
    vivid, true,
    here’s what I’ve planned,
    I know not what with the colours
    you plan to do.

    Be delicate with them,
    I chide but smile,
    wonder not,
    the colours will remain for a long while,
    the moment of truth is when
    decisions are made with great charms,
    wondering, and wandering,
    into fields of open arms.

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  • Poem: Letting It Go – 29/12/20

    Poem: Letting It Go – 29/12/20

    Let us ride the waves of misery
    but away, away from the blight,
    allow us to shine with the knowledge of
    that mystery,
    as we approach each other in the dead of night.

    And let us have that embrace
    which has been awaiting us for oh so many years,
    let me feel that heartbeat of yours
    and detract from all my old fears.

    Please let me wash away the hurt
    that I feel within my soul,
    let it rain, let it rain,
    and rinse away the suffering,
    let the pain fade away,
    delicately away,
    it shall dissipate,
    let it go.

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  • Poem: Heat – 28/12/20

    Once in a while, you wonder just why.

    What ill had you performed to make the situation awry?

    What decision was undertaken to make someone feel slapped, or want to cry?

    Or want to cause a situation’s demise?

    Shall the rivers cease their running,

    Shall the seas calm their tides?

    And shall the oceans part wide

    Washed away of sin and less dry eyes?

    Shall we dance individually now,

    Never again to meet,

    No matter the circumstance,

    I don’t want to step back from the heat.

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