Lauren M. Hancock Poetry and Prose

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  • Poem: And the Fairy Prince of Summer – 14/12/20

    Poem: And the Fairy Prince of Summer – 14/12/20

    The prince of Summer,
    he flits into her life,
    carving a journey,
    nullifying strife.

    He is mischievous,
    clever, kind, and smart,
    and knows the pathway into many hearts.

    Will his visitation be pure,
    will it last long, will her heart be mine?
    he calls to nobody in particular,
    above a wondrous sun,
    her sun rays a glinting sign.

    He wants to be present,
    he wants to brighten her eyes,
    he wants to be held in esteem
    and watch her self-confidence flower.

    She is more than enough and so is he,
    the prince of Summer, flits with his wings,
    taking her on the ride of her life,
    this fairy and her will become,
    something special,
    at least for the moment,
    the days and weeks have never felt so well-strung.

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  • Poem: An Unexpected Arrival – 12/12/20

    Poem: An Unexpected Arrival – 12/12/20

    An unexpected arrival,
    shrieks and joy to be had,
    family, friends and more,
    there’s not need to feel alone or bad.

    We sit and chat,
    I stand and embrace,
    my heart is emboldened,
    of you, there is no trace,

    I am ecstatic in this moment,
    surrounded by those I love,
    and those she loves,
    her day was blessed,
    with much pomp and circumstance,
    the surprise could never go a negative way.

    Be bright and smile with us,
    we are a unit, a family,
    be strong with us,
    we have woven wefts that continue
    strengthening and growing.

    Illness has surprisingly made us closer,
    the requirements, the needs, the wants,
    the vulnerabilities,
    the desire to fight,
    the need to be strong.

    We need not concern ourselves with nonsense
    or upsets that are not required towards
    her healing,
    bone dry are our eyes
    because we do not need any form of weeping.

    The visit was brief,
    the visit was unexpected,
    but it broke up the time we were
    quietly relaxing,
    and I thank them for their dropping in,
    to share some happiness,
    to share with our joy within.

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  • Poem: Returning – 10/12/20

    Poem: Returning – 10/12/20

    I am returning from the brink of disaster and gloom,
    I am returning to bright sunshine of that shared room,
    I am announcing that there is so much left to say for me,
    I am denouncing all that was incorrectly spoken of me.

    I work my way back to the untruths,
    the convoluted prisms which glint with lies and stains,
    I scrub and I scrub,
    I save myself,
    why bother with how they’ve tainted my name
    because these aren’t the lips of babes,

    I am mighty here,
    courageous and brave,
    I will fight to save myself from the tirades of insistence,
    triumphant?
    Wills and wants be tamed.

    I am erect with bravery,
    I know not of methods that should enliven nor save me,
    because I have no requirement of these,
    of those,
    I am living and breathing and embodying all that has been known.

    My chin is high with stubborn pride,
    I shan’t allow the potential of vehement jargon defeat me,
    not cause a need to hide,
    I am here,
    I am now,
    I am ready to move forward,
    and I’m telling you,
    there’s no room for travelling backwards.

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  • Poem: Bejeweled – 08/12/20

    Poem: Bejeweled – 08/12/20

    I am unsure,
    but I have achieved my goal,
    a glint, and a glint, a smile,
    oh, how I shan’t actually fall.

    I have created some light
    amongst some gloom,
    glow, glow, glow, darling,
    this is none too soon.

    Independent moments and
    useless nerves,
    worrisome,
    why had I concerned myself with the
    fear of explosions
    and bombing of words around my heart
    but then…

    I am accepted for what I’ve done,
    even though it is not approved,
    I am being viewed as my age,
    and decisions are mine for me to make,
    triumph and gratitude,
    there’s not much left to say.

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  • Poem: And Breathe – 06/12/20

    Poem: And Breathe – 06/12/20

    Sycophantic sounds run rife in the wind,
    asking me,
    telling me,
    dear, you must breathe.

    Words of honour code another,
    perpetuated by shield and armour.
    The shiny glint of clash upon clash,
    ashes to dust,
    ashes to ash.

    The death of friendship,
    was that ever really it?
    Temporarily blinded,
    tirades seemed it.

    Pin the tail on the donkey,
    fire away with the dragon,
    lighten the load by stripping away
    all there was to behold again.

    Quietness now,
    solitude, gratitude, and self-kindness,
    day by day telling myself
    that I deserve to embrace this.

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  • Poem: Open Heart – 04/12/20

    Poem: Open Heart – 04/12/20

    Opening my heart
    a little more today,
    I’ll allow access to this
    beating organ,
    I’ll share this with you,
    I may.

    I searched high and low
    for the possibilities,
    for the answers to my conundrums,
    but the fact of the matter is,
    we only experience,
    and learn from the moments.

    I sit beneath the moonlight
    all alone,
    and this is strangely the way that
    I like it,
    solitude is calming,
    being on my own is strengthening,
    I feel somewhat whole,
    contemplation is beckoning.

    It allows me to soften,
    not harden,
    unlike when I was in company and had to alter
    my personality,
    pandering,
    assuming another type of identity,
    how had I allowed this to happen to me?

    Finally feeling the freedom,
    opening my heart a little more
    each day,
    it peeks and winks through the
    gap in my chest and then suddenly,
    I’m exposed entirely,
    unknowingly,
    and it doesn’t scare me at all,
    hope and light are shining my way.

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  • Poem: Together – 27/11/20

    Poem: Together – 27/11/20

    Joyous moments, so precious becomes,
    the stars, the stars, fall as though little dying suns.

    I know, I know,
    it’s been troublesome to make it through,
    but goodness sakes I’ve done so with truth.

    Looking forward to the future but settling in,
    enjoying present moments
    with my dearest kin,
    we smile and chat,
    we’ve been apart for so long,
    we are loved by one another 
    and being together shows how much 
    we get along.

    I am mesmerised by our fluidity,
    how easily we meld together as a whole,
    a type of anonymity,
    and now, 
    oh now,
    we will celebrate our togetherness wholeheartedly,
    there are only smiles, no frowns.
    love eternally abounds.

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  • Poem: Beauty of the Sun – 26/11/20

    Poem: Beauty of the Sun – 26/11/20

    We can never truly gaze
    into the beauty of the sun,
    we can only bask,
    feel the delight of her warmth,
    I can feel her reverberation,
    her heart song.

    Why, a little bird once told me
    that the measure of youth
    is to capture those memories,
    sift through them,
    and seal them tight with Truth.

    I used to gaze into the beauty of the sun,
    I felt myself burning within,
    there’s so much to fight for,
    but all I’ll do is relax, rest my chin on my hand
    and grin.

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  • Poem: Change – 24/11/20

    Poem: Change – 24/11/20

    The times are changing, my dear friends,
    my heart is no longer in tatters,
    I don’t need to make amends,
    I have said what I’ve said,
    and in rebuke another spoke their own words,
    allow us to simply remain separate and ponder,
    there’s no need to hiss nor attend
    any longer.

    There is so much time but so little in fact,
    we must take hold of our world,
    I can throw my arms wide open
    and shine, be free,
    so many future tales yet to tell,
    I won’t shrink like a violet,
    I’ll growl, I’ll bombastically yell.

    Arm in arm, a friend and I tell stories,
    daily we share our thoughts,
    there for support and friendship
    especially so when things fell apart,
    I know so,
    that she will always have a place within
    my heart.

    Others too, even those who chose to depart,
    memories held onto
    with firm, powerful charm,
    I will recall them,
    I will remember certain moments,
    times of happiness and joy,
    but I will wave them aside in my mind,
    because goodbye was fitting,
    they weren’t meant to stay.

    So, my dear friends,
    I am existing and I am enjoying,
    I am living, and I am seeing,
    I am powering on,
    I am taking time to bask,
    and not being forced to answer every question
    that has been asked.

    Stay, stay,
    I used to call,
    believe in yourself and live, I now tell myself.  

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  • Poem: The Butterfly – 19/11/20

    Poem: The Butterfly – 19/11/20

    The butterfly, with her wings so wide,
    carries no weight of the world upon her mind.
    She is here for but the blink of a moment,
    her beauty is there, she shows it,
    and within our hearts,
    we observe her growing love for her wandering times. 

    She does not know the shortness of her lifespan,
    maybe she does and does not show it to us,
    the common woman or man,
    she just flits here and there,
    carefree, without concern,
    she’s here, she’s there,
    with such grace and flair,
    love for her beautiful world,
    she careens about without a care.

    For her, things aren’t complicated,
    it’s all about the flight,
    the joy,
    upon the wind, the ride,
    and her amazement at seeing,
    feeling,
    something so freeing upon the horizon.

    She is delicate but so too is she strong,
    understand that first impressions aren’t 
    necessarily wholesome truth,
    within she is flamboyant,
    you dared assumed otherwise?
    You were entirely wrong. 

    She has blessed your world with her presence,
    danced about within your vision,
    brightened your world if but for a moment,
    my darlings,
    remember her,
    her heart and intentions are potent.

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