Lauren M. Hancock Poetry and Prose

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  • Poetry: The Farthest Light Away – 14/11/19

    Poetry: The Farthest Light Away – 14/11/19

    She glows from within. Her thoughtful, ponderous eyes focus on that which is unfocused, the worldly others farther away, further, further, but of the complexities they hold, she projects them from her sense of being, internally of them she is freeing.

    Her connection with the light may not make any sense to others, those observers, those outsiders, but she does not need to prove, nor feel a need to speak of her faith in the light above. She is guided by the unfocused worldly others, dragged forth, her eyes grasping, caressing their views, as she allows them to rest within her being, to sink gently inside.

    To wholly accept the notion of something that cannot be entirely shown but can be existentially felt either shows a brave blind trust or something special entrusted to us. Because our viewing of her faith, so fair and knowledgeable without having a presence behind it at all is something of great circumstance, this day, this night, never will her faith fall.

    She trusts the light, the beings within her adoring eyes, the scene before her that no one, nothing, can take away from. She is special in her acceptance, the light means more to her than to those who nay-say about her beliefs, and incomplete to complete has her life become because of her ability to dare to dream and believe.

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  • Poem: Coulda, Woulda, Should – 12/11/19

    Poem: Coulda, Woulda, Should – 12/11/19

     As I sit upon that mountain top
     of coulda, woulda, should, 
     I wonder to myself what would happen
     if I actually would with my actions do. 
      
     The methods of my madness,
     the truth among the omission of lies,
     my projected sense of attitude
     determined to succeed before
     all sets of eyes.

     Where the observers sit awaiting,
     watching carefully as I traverse the
     steps in my life where 
     I should have been filled 
     with embarrassment and regret.
      
     The moments where I could have wished 
     to have wiped clean the visions and those times
     but the truth is I don’t want to wipe them away,
     they are history,
     they are part of what made me 
     here and who I am today.
      
     Without such experiences 
     who would have known whether I’d have
     travelled down a differing though 
     similar path and be worse off in my 
     current version of today?
      
     Best to work with what I know, 
     And cherish the way my life has turned out
     upon this promising open path.

    © 2019 Lauren M. Hancock also known as Alice Well. All rights reserved.

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  • Poetry: An Eyesore – 11/11/19

    Poetry: An Eyesore – 11/11/19

     Herein lies this creature, 
     the cause for great alarm. 
     Idly he stares at you, dead socket, 
     your heart beats, skips and thumps.
      
     You’ve never seen a thing like this,
     the glassy glossy sheen is making you spin,
     there’s nothing living 
     beneath the surface, surely?

     Though you’re still frightened,
     this creature makes you feel so 
     nervous and utterly poorly. 
      
     His colours may confuse you,
     befuddle you as you observe,
     the creature now scuttles here and there
     towards you: 
     Oh my, why, what nerve!
      
     You recoil instinctively,
     you don’t want a thing to do with him,
     then with a running leap he jumps
     and lands upon you,
     isn’t this an interesting scene?
      
     Snuffling like an adorable pet,
     he engulfs your face with licks and kisses;
     it’s a free for all,
     there is not a section of your skin that
     his kisses and licks are missing.
      
     Then you realise this creature is 
     actually simply misunderstood,
     taken for face value, 
     as many before him had, and after him would. 
      
     His appearance is nothing he can alter,
     and when it comes to observing something
     different and unique,
     I hope you will not again falter. 
      
     © 2019 Lauren M. Hancock 
    also known as Alice Well. 
    All rights reserved.  

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  • Poetry: Eyes All Around – 09/11/19

    Poetry: Eyes All Around – 09/11/19

    Eyes all around, I can sense their presence lurking over me. Eyes all around, I feel the pupils burning into me. A sense of understanding that somebody is watching; I dart my eyes to the left of me, and there he is blatantly staring. I smile briefly to let him know I knew of his watching. A feeling of being observed makes me feel more than slightly aware, why is it these pairs are watching, as I travel from here to there? What is it about me that makes me special to their vision? This isn’t paranoia at all, their practices need intervention.

    Do they know who I am? Or am I simply an interesting spectacle? I’m not dressed in anything attention-seeking, to bring forth their overt sense of observation. I am in the usual place I can be found at often, simply shopping for groceries, snacks, then off to the car. I want to ask that man what was it that made me so interesting to him that he had to blatantly stare, as though he was waiting for me to become aware, of his interest, should I have glared? In hindsight I know inherently that a glare is no solution, not even from afar.

    I know what paranoia feels like, I’ve been there, experienced it, then tenfold before, this is nothing like that whatsoever. I simply know that rumours might be abounding, and of this, I can’t do anything more than ignore.

    © 2019 Lauren M. Hancock also known as Alice Well. All rights reserved.

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  • Poem: An Old Friend – 07/11/19

    Poem: An Old Friend – 07/11/19

     Flowery, happy moments, 
     where our moods and our words 
     would bounce and leap around,  
     our eyes playfully locking with the other’s, 
     as we smiled and pranced, 
     our voices singing in unison, 
     such a joyous sound. 
      
     I remembered how happy we were, 
     where we would spend all 
     our spare time together; 
     you’d visit me in the various locations 
     in which I’d lived, 
     and my goodness, the fun and mischief  
     we’d always seem to find.
      
     The days and nights which were 
     happily managed,
     when the sun arose 
     it was too soon for the dawn.
      
     We would explore the world in its 
     exciting realm of darkness, 
     the music thumping loudly in our ears, 
     and our eyes dancing this way and that
     searching for other people 
     to approach and learn more of.
      
     I’d always be too shy to get onto 
     the floor for a dance, 
     but you loved to move so fluidly,
     your limbs shifting so freely.
      
     But, we grew apart,
     for each of us there were differing trends,
     different paths we chose:
     some to be proud of,
     others not so much,
     but in the end, 
     there were decisions and results 
     of great commendation. 
      
     Because we both succeeded
     in our own ways,
     and while we do not speak, 
     and perhaps we will never 
     see one another again,
     at least I can hold the memories in my heart,
     strong, proud and true,
      
     that I had someone,
     a former great friend in my life who had 
     stuck around longer than     
     most of the people
     who were in my world had proven to.

     © 2019 Lauren M. Hancock also known 
     as Alice Well. All rights reserved. 
      
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  • Poetry: Artistry – 06/11/19

    Poetry: Artistry – 06/11/19

     
     It seems we are all striving to be seen creatively
     for our mastery at whatever our 
     hands, mouths, eyes can fashion, shape, produce.
     To be acknowledged for our skillsets at these,
     our desire to exercise the right to be 
     creative and wonderfully delve.
      
     The foundations have already been laid,
     there is no resistance anymore,
     our work and statures are well respected,
     everything is here available to us,
     our talents can truthfully soar. 
      
      
     Edit not your words which have presently flowed,
     tidy not that corner of your painting whose 
     colours appeared to have self-imploded,
     rephrase not that section of vocals which 
     ascended and trembled so delicately that
     your heart felt it too had risen.
      
     Creatively speaking we are in a new age,
     these are times where our artistry is embraced,
     accepted,
     looked upon with praise and as distinguished,
     not shunned or having our practices 
     abhorred or dismissed.
      
     Instead others look upon the creators with 
     wonder at our skills, 
     amazing imaginations,
     imperfect yet perfect construction of our talents,
     the ability to reproduce while avoiding direct replication — 
     this is an age that we cannot dismiss.
      
     For, our artistry and ingenuity are those that make our work 
     wondrous, amazing creations to be venerated and 
     allow others to be
     visually impressed or otherwise 
     placated and pleased. 

     We can impress with our skills with the greatest of 
     excellence and ease.
     
     © 2019 Lauren M. Hancock also known as Alice Well. All rights reserved. 

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  • Poetry: Like A Child – 06/11/19

    Poetry: Like A Child – 06/11/19

     Sometime he’s like a child,
     he can sit there with device in hand,
     smile across his face,
     technology doing anything but going to waste. 
      
     I casually read to him my words,
     of the former verse he approves,
     not that I was hoping to continue,
     but with this sporadic melody,
     I will proceed, openly and vocally,
     I will allow the awaiting audience an open view.
      
     He sits now in contemplative silence, 
     touching the screen here and there,
     searching for something to amuse him,
     or educate him,
     without a concern, without a sense of care.
      
     Because he is like a thoughtful, learning child,
     growing with his device he becomes brighter and wiser,
     using today’s opportunities to progress, not falter,
     and here is the sense of knowledge shown:
     it will be used, inserted, among his 
     thoughtful, intellectual banter.
      
     But, like a child, 
     sometimes his words will be cast aside,
     by adults who feel they know more than him;
     there is such a great divide.
      
     Their understanding does not encompass 
     their understanding of him,
     and where he lies in reference to his former knowledge
     and where the new technology and understandings are taking him.
      
     Perhaps someday soon he’ll release something of great use,
     something accessible and necessary for a large majority
     of the world to view,

     an invention,
     a contraption,
     with his initials emblazoned on the back:-
     congratulatory words all around, 
     these will be all the world will have to say at that.

     © 2019 Lauren M. Hancock also known as Alice Well. All rights reserved.

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  • Poem: Time’s Ticking – 05/11/19

    Poem: Time’s Ticking – 05/11/19

     Time’s ticking, my friend,
     where are you required most?
     Time’s ticking; let’s go,
     down the rabbit hole, 
     and around the bend. 
      
     Into the dark deep labyrinth 
     where we will fall among objects that have 
     quite spontaneously reappeared,
     in the darkness we will swim 
     as we twist and turn around 
     again and again.
      
     Where will this cavity take us?
     Will it lead us into truth
     and wisdom:
     a land of beautiful views?
      
     Or a world of impunctuality,  
     anger and hierarchy,
     where we are beneath every 
     visible and given sets of feet?
     Precious two by twos.
      
     Will we find a world of characters?
     Amusing, learned, wise and tough?
     Humorous and of Imagination’s making?
     Or will we simply fall helplessly into a pile 
     of awaiting dust?
      
     With this wise rabbit who always seems to be
     quite behind 
     the time,
     a pacifist but proactive also,
     if we follow him we’ll end up at the right place,
     at the right time,
     in the correct frame of mind.
      
     Because his watch is incorrectly set
     and he has performed this deliberately
     to make his appearance correct and just so,
     into the rabbit hole we will fall and fall
     and forever in imagination we will delve.

     © 2019 Lauren M. Hancock also known as Alice Well. All rights reserved.

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  • Poetry: Clearing Lungs – 02/11/19

    Poetry: Clearing Lungs – 02/11/19

    With lungs as free as the movement of transformed butterfly wings, allow yourselves to soar. Having emerged from the cocoon, as beautiful as the opening scene of a night’s full moon, sing to the world, despite what you might feel, you are worthy of being heard. And if no one appears to be listening, ears and eyes scorning the truths you have to tell, continue your melodies, and your truthful lullabies, with lungs so clear and free; you have ideas and beliefs to uphold. Never stop creating, even if you know the presence of some are temporarily unseen.

    You are doing this for you; your expression, your world, your passion, tell yourself: “This is for me,” – even though it’d be nice if some of the world could also experience it and see. But how wonderful it would be for them to join you on a journey as you explore the interior and exterior of your world. Together you and they could sing together, your melodies meshing with all manners of ease.

    Their attentions are most appreciated, for really, in the end, all most of the world wishes to be is heard. And in true song, evocative thoughts and feelings can shared with each other. There’s no need to become saddened or undone.

    © 2019 Lauren M. Hancock also known as Alice Well. All rights reserved.


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  • Prose Poetry: Hope – 01/11/19

    Prose Poetry: Hope – 01/11/19

    Hope is the feeling of a singing soul, the uprising of a perfectly white dove against the pristine blue sky, tickling its feathers in the tapestry of life. It is when our emotions run free, accepting of openness, love, and crystalline positivity. The promise of something only pure and of sincere goodness, that an individual cannot pull their eyes away from: the vision causes their heart to fill only with gladness and goodness. It is the sound of trickling water splashing quietly from a pond’s waterfall, the gentle and quiet understanding that of one’s future, you will be promised a special kind of scope, a reasoning in the mind and a strength within your soul, because the knowledge that arises is filled with hope for not you alone, but really for us all.

    Reach within and draw forth the seeds and encumbering ropes of a fortune told with supreme justice and knowledge that you will succeed, that lives will always hold some form of glistening and gleams; a perfection that the dove flying overhead can provide for us, yourself, myself, whomever, those who we can encounter in the land of Inbetween. Because isn’t that the point of it all? — to be hopeful even when events present as darkened, depressing, dismal, hopeless even? Allow your light to shine from the dark, and illuminate all that you are. Hope is but a state of mind, a sense of emotion away, embrace the understanding that what is felt will ultimately compel goodness and sincere positivity to flow your way.

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