Lauren M. Hancock Poetry and Prose

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  • Poem: Anomaly – 26/10/21

    Poem: Anomaly – 26/10/21

    Finally, the moment of truth has arrived
    where I will be revealed,
    take all things in my stride,
    it’s not as though
    all is done, but
    I exist, smilingly,
    holding my world together,
    nevermore shall I come undone.
    For I am too knowledgeable for that,
    my warning signs,
    traffic light symptoms,
    I’ve had enough of that,
    because I know,
    I know,
    that my healing,
    recovery, took place within,
    at home.
    Took the opportunity to shamelessly
    look after me,
    wrapped in a bubble,
    cocooning,
    and here I am,
    self-cotton-wooling with
    the ability to still breathe,
    I’ve worked on, working on me,
    the results, fruitful,
    now, where’s the anomaly?
    (22/10/21)
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  • Poem: Soulful Journey – 25/10/21

    Poem: Soulful Journey – 25/10/21

    Ride the carriage with ease,
    soulful journey,
    as pleasant as you please,
    the wind in my hair
    as I whistle and need
    fresh breath filling my lungs –
    joyous moments felt and seen.

    I take this ride away
    from yesteryears,
    travel forth,
    there’s no need to fear,
    I have been here before,
    many eons ago,
    but I am well versed
    in these rules,
    there are none to relearn
    or know.

    A delicate pathway winds through
    the countryside,
    sights to see, sounds to hear and feel,
    I am buoyant in this life,
    it’s as though
    I’m not wandering anymore,
    enough was enough,
    I’ve transformed more,
    and more, then more.

    Physical and mindset
    adjusted for the better,
    keep myself in tow
    as I chase this delectable weather,
    the climate of my life,
    woven perfection, becoming more,
    what’s in store for my future?
    Even I’m not so sure.

    All I know is that
    I don’t need to know,
    for this journey, the pathway
    seem ready for paving,
    and its construction only
    I’ll know,
    where each little tile sits
    and where I’ll cement the
    blueprint plans of my dreams,

    and maybe I’ll find someone, or something
    who will join my searching and end it,
    though discovery,
    discovery, is not as important
    as certain other things.
    (23/10/21)

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  • Poem: Welcome – 24/10/21

    Poem: Welcome – 24/10/21

    I await the moment when we will meet,
    eyes mixed with perplexity and curiosity,
    unsure of what to expect, or what will be said,
    but a connection, there will be, and not only
    in my head.

    I will smile at you, shyly,
    you will beam with ease,
    making it easier for me to approach,
    or you to draw closer, indeed I will know,
    as will you,
    that this moment is pivotal,
    something refreshing, anew.

    In our lives, we will welcome
    laughter and delight
    and everything great that I could fathom,
    there’s something important that comes
    with realising the truth,
    knowing what will come,
    and dreaming is what I shall do.

    I will welcome you and this moment,
    whenever it is right,
    my walls are already lowered,
    I am not complicating life,
    there is no circumstance anymore that will
    stop our meeting day,
    listen to me, softly, World,
    the time seems almost right –
    this I will say.
    (24/10/21)
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  • Poem: House of Cards – 18/10/21

    Poem: House of Cards – 18/10/21

    Contentious
    is this palace,
    full of melancholy
    dramatics,
    wondering at each other,
    whose arguments?
    Can you pick at it?
    Stoking the fire of
    ever-eternal gasps of
    hateful spasms, of
    vilely worded anomalies.
    And I wonder,
    what’s there for it,
    this atmospheric anger
    and gloom,
    that haughty, self-important feeling
    that encompasses the room,
    and I fight to slay
    the belligerence,
    away away away,
    but,
    until night turns to day
    the emanating of retorts
    groans under the weight
    of an expectation heavily
    homegrown,
    but in this house,
    with my deck of slyly worded cards,
    I’ll read the fortunes of others
    and rephrase them
    so they’re happier, the
    positivity more toward.
    I can change this climate
    but others here,
    why, they must
    want to too,
    exacerbate the ill feeling
    if you dare hope for
    sadness,
    I know I would rather
    whistle until brightness
    lifts their gloom.
    (18/10/21)
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  • Poem: Seek – 16/10/21

    Poem: Seek – 16/10/21

    The territory is brave,
    I watch the illustrious gloom
    bloom in its cave,
    a cavern of intent,
    through darkness,
    plain to see,
    motives growing as
    we both live and breathe.

    What was meant for
    this cause?
    Shall I ponder deeply,
    for longer,
    as I struggle through doors,
    of questions, no answers,
    each pathway needs
    a potential ending which
    I shall never see.

    I know within that
    I shall not seek,
    for to do so opens
    the mind to those
    who want more and more,
    painful expectant weeks,
    I do not need a cataclysmic scene,
    batten down the hatches,
    history will cease to be.

    And, so what if I’ve decided
    that here and now will
    no longer exist,
    because echelons of future generations
    need,
    want to speak,
    I loll about in the
    moment and carry on
    without hope,
    but always, as ever,
    my heart refuses to go.

    Won’t I open to feelings
    once buried within?
    Those which lie there
    before me,
    as though an oyster
    bearing its tempting,
    sardonic grin?
    Announce yourself, Truth,
    I seek you as my own,
    I will never struggle
    because my company I treasure,
    myself, alone.  
    (03/10/21)
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  • Poem: An Abstract – 12/10/21

    Poem: An Abstract – 12/10/21

    Salient thoughts
    dangle from a thread.
    Sporadic, intermittent moments recalled,
    none I dread.
    I recount,
    with a sparkle in my eye,
    the times I was
    humoured, admired,
    entertained,
    and now I realise
    I didn’t need any of it –
    I am empowered.

    I can be on my own,
    not every hurried word
    or breath attended to,
    whether wise or nonsensical,
    every thought does not
    need tending to,
    I grew used to being humoured,
    admired, held in high esteem,
    but these were pieces of
    a puzzle I thought
    I truly did need.

    Certainly, initially,
    moments were bare, quiet,
    I wasn’t used to my
    lack of sound,
    but now I’m happy in
    my chosen silence,
    or with music, volumes, voices
    other than mine,
    they can abound,
    and really there is no
    peculiarity, nor need for
    perplexity to be
    revealed nor seen,
    the truth of the matter is
    I can be in complete solitude,
    alone but never lonely,
    occupied and ready
    and still feel like
    a queen.

    Need no suitors nor admirers
    to stroke, bolster the ego,
    what’s more –
    I will say,
    that this is my truth,
    and I must seek
    peacefulness more,
    I shall not allow it to go.

    For the inner peace
    which comes from
    true confidence grown from
    myself,
    not bred with another’s eyes, ears and words serving
    differing intents,
    themselves,
    why, this power is internal,
    amazing, borne of
    the truest of one’s entity,
    the inner strength,
    grown confidence,
    my own,
    fostered all by myself —
    independence is the true key.
    (06/10/21)

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  • Poem: Springing Forth – 10/10/21

    Poem: Springing Forth – 10/10/21

    I feel a sense of hope,
    of positivity and
    brightness,
    I need not want
    for anything
    because happiness,
    I already have it,
    it’s that glimmer of
    ostentatious gold
    which drips with
    wanton thread,
    grasping my eyes with its beauty,
    wonder to the skies to be had.
    This hope is already present,
    I finger it, golden beads,
    like rich fruit dripping from
    luscious mango trees,
    and here and now,
    with gentle abandon
    I will come undone,
    this superfluous yet entirely
    wanted feeling of joy
    springs forth,
    Hope, my friend, of you,
    I know.
    It’s not like anything I’ve
    experienced before,
    I cannot fathom this dire need
    that begged me to change, change, change
    for my outlook
    was pessimistic indeed,
    but with this glimmer,
    these shining drops of sparkling
    gold that I clutch
    tightly to my chest,
    I am happy,
    I am present,
    I smile without corners
    of my mouth trembling,
    I’m comfortable,
    and this is a fact.
    I can look each of you
    in the eye and tell you
    with conviction indeed
    that my heart is again
    beginning to blossom
    and I’m doing it,
    purposefully, on my own,
    with subtle ease,
    can’t deny myself from
    embracing happiness,
    joy,
    I won’t allow any to
    dampen my spirits,
    if you’ll let me,
    permit me to rise with you,
    together, discomfort,
    unease,
    we can conquer it.
    Bliss can only be
    but fingertips away,
    present, invisible in
    the moment,
    yet experiences waiting
    to be had
    day by day,
    it will only take
    introversion,
    delicacy,
    and confidence in myself,
    and telling myself
    I am worth it,
    there is always justification
    to further delve.
    (08/10/21)
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  • Poem: Coagulate – 08/10/21

    Poem: Coagulate – 08/10/21

    Circumstances coagulate
    like thickened blood,
    platelets mingling
    when their conjoining is
    their undoing,
    iron-rich and ready,
    their presence tells a story,
    ultimately though, thin as water,
    a miserable plaintive memory.
    Nothing to recall,
    none to happily recount,
    for useless endings
    are visible
    from those once so-devout.
    Blinking, without shock,
    I take in what’s never been
    eye-to-eye,
    searing, the viewpoint,
    is ultimately something
    tiring.
    Even I have read this tale
    over and over,
    words, nonsensical,
    pass by me,
    rolling innocent thunder,
    I know the beginning,
    middle and end,
    here the tale dangles
    by a god-damned thread.
    Best to be kind,
    not allow the swing,
    indebted, it seems,
    by and to everything,
    shan’t allow it this way,
    both guilty in various claimed styles,
    I wander away,
    fairy-like feet,
    but never ashamed on my tippy-toes.
    (01/10/21)
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  • Poem: Perhaps I’ll Change – 06/10/21

    Poem: Perhaps I’ll Change – 06/10/21

    Ordinarily,
    I’d change
    for the better,
    like I know I should.
    Glancing into a reflection,
    puddle, stigmatised mud,
    confounded,
    when shall I continue
    truthfully and good?
    I know,
    as I stare at myself
    that changes are to
    occur more often
    than not,
    but how hard
    will it be
    for us to move forward
    if certain thoughts
    cannot be wrought,
    or refashioned –
    remembering?
    I’d rather not.

    My heart pounds;
    is it caffeine or
    my fluctuations,
    my urge?
    A desire to rid myself,
    purge myself free
    from the scourge
    of daily intent,
    perfection in
    whatever forms
    must be revealed,
    must be seen,
    and I can only
    handle the odd,
    hollow feeling
    for a certain timed
    moment of what
    has already been.

    With my very own eyes,
    with that arresting gaze
    that meets mine,
    I can only understand
    the thought patterns if
    I were to purposefully
    put myself behind
    another’s guise,
    but is it warranted?
    To understand?
    Completely, wholly?
    My empty hands,
    fill them with
    useful knowledge so I can
    finally see?
    I don’t want to,
    need to know,
    no more shall I
    travel through pathways,
    neural journeys that
    I’ve already seen,
    done,
    gone,
    been.

    The past is a determiner for not
    resurrecting a future.
    I need no scenes.

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  • Poem: Ignoring the Noises – 04/10/21

    Poem: Ignoring the Noises – 04/10/21

    Ignoring the noises all around isn’t so difficult
    when you pair yourself with courage,
    join with action,
    intensify intelligence,
    tell yourself that people who whistle and wheeze
    with their insulting methods are just a useless blustering breeze,
    worth nothing such words are,
    I watch them flow from afar,
    in various means, in various tones,
    disguised in pink and blue undertones,
    rainbow-like? They’ll never be heard as such,
    for thoughtless fervour is not worth celebration,
    I will carry on with pure intent and escape the
    ominous, childish tunes.
    The sing-song calls, the manipulatory sounds,
    angered me greatly, made me squirm all around,
    but now, my head is held high,
    I cannot hear a thing,
    I tune out the rubbish, their notions that they believe they’re entitled to
    everything.
    It’s easy enough to hide behind a screen, create attacks,
    little barbs, with tap-tapped words,
    I ignore these noises, I’ve better things to achieve,
    that making certain that the only task is for breathless whispers to leave.
    (13/09/21)

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