Lauren M. Hancock Poetry and Prose

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  • Poem: Once Tales to Tell – 17/01/21

    Poem: Once Tales to Tell – 17/01/21

    Written by myself, there were once great tales to tell,
    now my tongue falls flat and limp,
    it will not, I will not speak.

    Sharing out of turn can be most expensive,
    not financially but morally,
    how do we strip the obligation from our hands,
    cleanse our palms,
    something wise and sent,
    perfection slightly the same and honest?

    I wonder through my conscience,
    my moral set and case,
    please do what is right,
    a voice whispers to my eye,
    or third eye’s hearing even more.

    I will be the sweet princess,
    like an out-of-season Christmas tree still cheering
    the room,
    my scent, will long linger,
    rosemary, rosemary, rosemary.

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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: Wheel of Stars – 13/01/21

    Poem: Wheel of Stars – 13/01/21

    The Wheel of Stars seems never to slow,
    blossoms bothered, scattered their presence grows,
    the eternity which awaits,
    turns and turns of fate,
    reading the images before my eyes,
    positive or negative fortunes accumulate.

    Midnight sky blotted with stars and shine,
    this road, the path ahead,
    it is all mine,

    I can rejoice at my arrival,
    strength at my return,
    I will lead the weary,
    eyes and hearts will burn.

    Truly, truly,
    will I know this,
    the path of least resistance will be filled
    with goodness,

    I may be hindered, but so too shall I grow,
    like an ivy which dances
    around an exquisite rose.

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  • Poem: Imagine – 08/01/21

    Poem: Imagine – 08/01/21

    Imagine a world where there was no rough,
    no deception,
    no lies,
    where words from saints,
    not sinners were more than enough.

    Where the angels dance upon clouds so light
    that I can barely control my immense delight,
    imagine a world where brightness is assured,
    we glow,
    they glow,
    among the great oblivious and unknown.

    Clipped contractions do not exist,
    allow the sunlight to bless with her breath the mist,
    strength in armour,
    strength in the soul,
    gather the heartstrings,
    envelope emotions whole.

    There is nothing more to say,
    but the words will be cast on,
    like little fairies they glide in the wind,
    gentle and sweet,
    reverent and strong.

    Acknowledge this world before you
    open your eyes,
    there’s nothing left to question,
    no fall left to take,
    no demise.

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  • Poem: The Girl in the Red Dress – 07/01/21

    Poem: The Girl in the Red Dress – 07/01/21

    Glaring, inquiring eyes
    inspecting through shopfront windows,
    what is it you seek?
    The girl in the crimson dress with white seams,
    is it she you are trying to find,
    do you desire her to speak?

    On edge,
    percolated by excess caffeine,
    anxiety rising,
    scenes perhaps more than what they seem,
    to her, everything seems suspicious,
    laden with layers of notions and commotions
    and terribly haunting dreams.

    Pressure is rising,
    shall there be a toast of prior predilections?
    Fight back the sleepiness of the morning,
    troupe around the neighbourhood,
    exercise and voices cheerily ringing?

    Stress, cortisol, tremors,
    won’t they be resolved?
    That feeling of edginess that screams
    so insipidity loud?

    Those pinpointed eyes as they pass within an
    expression of menace,
    the power of intimidation,
    she will acknowledge the look no more,
    to her, the forced inattention will make it less,
    she will not lock eyes with that stranger,
    there is not need for that physical test.


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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: Denounced – 01/01/21

    Poem: Denounced – 01/01/21

    Not right, not right, not right.
    Matchmaking is more than a plight,
    I shall denounce the insolence with a single breath
    into the dead of night.

    Who minds that only I am the one who breathes,
    flames flicker by my outstretched hands,
    extended sleeves,
    I shall not learn what it means to flee.

    I will stand strong and steadfast
    without losing face,
    treated unfairly,
    lost the place in my race,

    it’s not right to besmirch on a day such as this,
    wriggle those magical fingers,
    fend off those ill feels,
    I shan’t bother to ache,
    rather I’ll begin to heal.

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  • Poem: Delicate – 01/01/21

    Poem: Delicate – 01/01/21

    Perhaps some are meant to be
    apart for a while,
    to allow distance and the ability for
    truth to no longer be real.

    Imagination reigns without truth,
    what is that person seeing, feeling,
    what will they do,
    thoughts of them, I should really be
    immensely and measurably through.

    Delicate interventions,
    reaching out in a moment,
    wondering is no longer wondering
    because now there’s an
    ability to slightly see,

    Are there differences to be observed,
    are they selective,
    there to be heard?
    I know there are some changes,
    waiting to be discovered and learned.

    Brightened are they,
    with each moment they are heard,
    loneliness could have overwhelmed,
    must have caused great dismay,

    but I must tread delicately,
    not flit around too flashily or fancily,
    too much attention drawn could cause cracks to be seen and
    cause future suffering.

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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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