Lauren M. Hancock Poetry and Prose

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  • Poem: boy, what’s your name again? – 10/12/21

    Poem: boy, what’s your name again? – 10/12/21

    I don’t want somebody like you
    I never wanted to be ruined and unfulfilled
    what I hope for
    what I wish for
    what I dream
    is the potential for repair
    to love, succeed, to be

    are you part of that picture?
    were you planning to be part of that fluidity?
    that blossoming flower and the stamen reaching forth for
    that other, pollinator, conjoiners?

    the truth is I never wanted anyone like you.
    I don’t know what I wanted.
    but what I needed,
    what I need,
    now that’s a different assertion.
    a competition?

    Perhaps, win my heart if competition you
    don’t dread,
    weave the dreamcatchers, dreamscapes fly in wisps
    and while away time, time, time,
    and we’ll sleep until noon, or, at least, we’ll pretend to…

    wet dreaming lashes and wanton desirous passions,
    last night I wondered where you were, on your way
    to teach so many life lessons to my heart
    when it’s on heat with fire and ice and dancing
    with disastrous notions which only have accents
    upon the truest of consultations –

    darling, oh darling, comment on my flow,
    accentuate the designation of self-knowledge
    which grows,
    display all the personal power and growth
    you have ascertained,
    for this, I find utterly alluring,
    boy, what’s that again, your name?
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    (10/12/21)

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  • Poem: clear to see – 10/12/21

    Poem: clear to see – 10/12/21

    the metamorphosis is clear to see
    vials of perfume softly springing to mind, see?
    I remember you saying my name
    over and over,
    muttering in your sleep
    or was this just part of my former fervent dream
    wanting to be needed
    what a permanent picture;
    so dreary, so dreary,
    terrible need.

    many years spent travelling those
    desperately craggy mountains
    like that gypsy family
    seeking solace
    reverence within their country
    protection, sweet notions,
    extending their planning
    with ease,
    what does this mean to me? —

    to see, be heard, be seen,
    but not felt, no, not yet…
    the only tactile response will be what is calling
    to my mindset, leave pawing, clawing in the dust;
    there’ll be absolutely none of that.

    outrageously wise and perfectly contrite
    I siiiing with my presence by yours, theirs,
    myself by many a-side,
    and warranted yet are the prismatic rays of light
    bounding, bouncing forth, assign this nonsense,
    what a fantastical blur,
    this humdrum of renewed life.

    but I cannot be, I will not be without reference,
    I will dance in my seat without any form of sufferance,
    I will gather the cause and realise
    it’s enough, enough, to be wound, bound together
    do not cut the cord
    sever myself from the aspect that’s calling calling
    upon my bare feet like leech-covered lilies and
    vulnerable sticky pearls strung with the most
    delicate of ease.

    the world is yet to know my capabilities, my cause-and-effects,
    lustrous be thy truest form of genuine connection,
    soulful, calming and transparent temperament.
    (10/12/21)
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  • Poem: no more thieves – 08/12/21

    Poem: no more thieves – 08/12/21

    I realised you can’t steal something away
    that I inherently own
    even if the physicality disappears from hand hold
    it’s mine and mine alone
    my worth self-worth
    once thrown to the turf
    now shining unto itself
    surrounded by a halo

    I am stronger I am prouder I am older
    I am wiser
    it didn’t come about without troubles wrought
    the pains becoming gnarled and harder
    I do not know how I allowed myself to stray
    to forget, or even know, what I was
    allowing myself to be to do to be viewed as
    day by day;
    end of each day perhaps I inherently failed.

    let’s not overthink it because I am
    here and now
    In the palm of my hand
    a tiny nugget
    solid proof
    twenty-four karat knowledge
    that I am myself to own
    my self-worth glimmers
    like stars it beckons to those
    who I wish to learn of, be learned by, and
    myself come to know.
    (08/12/21)
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  • Micropoetry and Artwork: growing pains – 09/12/21

    Micropoetry and Artwork: growing pains – 09/12/21

    sometimes growth still yields many forms of separation…
    mistrust, paranoia, apprehension,
    brothers and sisters envisage the vision before you,
    neither be forceful nor misgiven,

    for tis the season, tis the season,
    for giving and living,
    smile, dear friends,
    for we are together, in part, until the ending.

    so now, bright lights, deep sparkles,
    heavenly ascensions,
    extending the loving,
    commence the resounding celebrations,
    fervent rejoicing.
    (08/12/21)
    Original artwork by myself

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  • Poem: soul regeneration – 08/12/21

    Poem: soul regeneration – 08/12/21

    dance kisses upon my throat
    so this is what it means to hope
    stroke delicate skin upon my clavicle
    protrusion teases the heart which stems
    from endless fervour growing, grown
    exposed wrists like gentle sheets covering
    calmed corpse awaiting his final resting place
    lay with me
    as you lie to me
    and tell me I’m the most beautiful soul
    in the world you’ll ever be damned to see

    chagrin rolls in my chest
    sooty moss spreads, engulfing my freedom of breath
    these blatant lies you feed me
    extricate me
    envelope me
    warm me
    fool me
    lulled into a false sense of dubious security
    because, feed me with these tainted compliments,
    continue with your altered sentiments
    and soon I’ll come to believe, believe,
    that the moon wasn’t meant to be with the stars
    and instead destined for my eyes while I’m lying in
    your arms.

    but, perturbed am I
    I cannot allow these feelings to emote evoke my being
    immolate your false reverence
    devotion
    dear sentiment
    I know your true intent
    you want to feast upon me with your eyes
    and I’m not like that
    I am not here to be devoured
    only my mind, my memory
    should be entered into,
    my mouth shall speak of what I want
    and it’s the connection
    alliance
    amazing shared life joys,
    even the trials and tribulations.

    heaven sent is this prime connection
    I seek mental stimulation
    loving appreciation
    the physical without it
    is nothing to me
    but soul degeneration.
    (07/12/21)
    Original artwork by myself
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  • Spoken Word and Poem: delving night-words – 07/12/21

    Spoken Word and Poem: delving night-words – 07/12/21

    the night-time is for writing
    with her deep thick languid ease
    fingers padding gentle surfaces
    tap-stroking certain keys

    the favoured vowels the yearning syllables
    my mind speaks with slick sensing
    sifting through the marionettes floating
    at the mind-stage surfaces
    the dolls how they dance
    they speak in time, rhythm and rhyme
    dangling before me

    tap-tap-dancing my mind takes them in
    behind them a quiet notion
    becoming bolder
    a night-time commotion
    singing to the surface
    is black ink spilled…
    dramatics.

    bold is the process and wild is the prowess
    of yielding certain belligerence
    into moulded written continuance
    the shade on the axis
    beckons,
    to me it is out of duress speaking
    this is not nonsense,
    I conjure all the sense in the world
    when I delve into my own subconscious.

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  • Poem: divine gratitude – 07/12/21

    Poem: divine gratitude – 07/12/21

    my feet are firmly planted
    and I’m no longer here yearning, asking
    why, why not have I?
    while others seem so preciously pleased
    and at ease
    and, amazing now, I am one of these.

    these people, one of many I am
    I search my pockets for a clue
    a hand-jotted note
    a materialistic reminder that I
    am here
    and I don’t need to wonder
    wandering around lost and confused
    wailing, trailing the heels of others
    for a reverent decision

    a ringing precious sound
    no, the energy force,
    wonderment source
    is here and now,
    it’s here in my present,
    and, I know, I know that this
    peaceful surety is something to treasure
    because it’s come at a great cost —
    the loss of my past armour,
    for I do not need it,
    nowadays, I am far, far stronger.

    Bring on Life, Love, bedazzled with
    our amazingly heartfelt stars.
    (06/12/21)  

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  • Poem: paired penguins – 06/12/21

    Poem: paired penguins – 06/12/21

    summertime
    everybody is coupled up
    like happy pairs of penguins
    smiling
    rolling polling along
    clutching small cups of pink or orange
    frozen fizz
    not worried about calories
    but emphasis on the joy
    of being alive
    together in the company of one another
    while I watch enviously
    for I do not have that other to smile with,
    hug, or hold.

    my penguin is still searching for his
    giant pebble to capture and present
    to this female
    perhaps the time is not
    ready for the world to be sharing
    itself like that with me
    I can ache and I can moan about
    not having a partner a precious other
    or I could realise that this is my current picture
    and I don’t need to be saved by anyone
    nor superhero
    absolutely no one

    I can carry on with my intent
    my motives my dreams
    achieving quietly slowly
    bay-leaf smiles with curiosity
    as I place my shoes on for yet another
    walk
    just for a certain part of time-pass
    bad mood to soon melt away
    with ease.

    (05/12/21)
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  • Poem: newly forged – 05/12/21

    Poem: newly forged – 05/12/21

    the sun shines out of bright reverent eyes
    beautiful beautiful connection
    wondrous times and style
    fervent shared passions and running running lines
    of rushed feet and hurried paces
    breath controlled so divine
    the pounding of the pavement
    in sync in time
    rising pulses rising as full as my heart fills
    with heart song twittering breadth of new knowledge
    the connection so far
    unknown a Saturday from quietness
    from my home to his
    a stranger welcomed inside.
    (04/12/21).
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    Previous Post: Poem/Audio: contemplation — gusting down to earth – 04/12/21

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  • Prose Poetry/Audio: contemplation — gusting down to earth – 04/12/21

    Prose Poetry/Audio: contemplation — gusting down to earth – 04/12/21

    I scatter the ashes from dawn to dusk, breathe the fire raging within, overtaking much of my ire, and I glance all around, gather myself as I rooooaaaar that sound; I am calling, calling for something – I wait for an approach, ears pricked delicately for any tiny sounds. Then, bouncing and bounding are some terrible two, a pair of angry feline-like beings whom will not cease their stares, their venomous fangs they gnash and gnash my way… punishment? Although what ills have I performed? That’s not for me to say. I fend off the creatures, with their wild, wild stares and ferocious, swiping claws until they realise, I can well-word myself out of any situation, at least the concept is correct – with a peeling away, they retract with their intent so flawed.  

    In fact, I am as innocent as some wet leaf drifting down to Earth: heavy, soggy, but with a tiny bit of mirth expressed from I as I observe the less-than-buoyant thing, like him, my heart is heavy, but unlike him, I will make it, there is that certain journey. This leaf and I have something additional in common: we carry a heaviness and knowing that there once was no chance for ascension – or so it felt –  because I gave into predilections, and that pathway I took, its consequences mattered not, for I was having fun, I would claim with bold insistence.

    The rule books, out the window, there was no decorum to see, no adherence, no willingness to be righteous, less private, my business available to feel, view, breathe, until now I guuuust myself in the buoyancy of available air… Soggy, heavy? No! Nein, nein, nein, I will not recommence that fate, save that eventuation for someone else more worthy for Destiny’s cruel fate.

    Over time, I have corrected my flight, my pathway, my right to determine my life with grace, honour, and might, I reversed the karma, strapped on, then off, certain armour, and now, free as an angel, I reserve the ability to side-swipe whomever with stars, stars, stars, irrevocable and blinding internal glamour. It didn’t come easy, this transformation of the self, it took dedication and hard work, but something that’s worth its weight in gold, more, in fact than this it is worth. It’s a life I live only once, and self-improvement was something I had to work on, I’m proud that I could decide, with the help, the assistance, support of many close others, I now know how to live, what to do, I am bursting with quiet pride.
    (03/12/21)   
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