Lauren M. Hancock Poetry and Prose

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  • Poem: Wisdom Gleaned (09/10/21) – 28/11/21

    Poem: Wisdom Gleaned (09/10/21) – 28/11/21

    Author’s note:
    Sometimes I like to look back at my drafts and see what was on my mind months prior, and how I constructed these realities into rhymes and words to soothe myself, express anger, frustration, upsets, or some such. This piece I feel still has some of these truths ringing in my current reality. Hence, I thought I would share it with you here today.

    ***
    Unusual,
    preposterous be these claims
    that I am not worrying about anything
    that should make me feel ashamed,
    prisms of brightness flow,
    spark within me,
    as I recall these times
    when my breath caught
    in my chest:
    of love, they made me
    believe.

    But these are lost,
    fallen from grasp,
    and memory is phasing,
    walls erected,
    happiness failing?

    How can it be,
    but I am more satisfied
    alone,
    in my own company?
    My own lair,
    my very own home.

    Tirades now gone,
    absent,
    I can breathe,
    I don’t have to deal
    with issues that
    seemingly are only
    surrounding me
    and what I could and
    cannot provide,
    why, I’ve no further time to
    unravel that,

    I cannot give what
    I can’t,
    I don’t want to
    fall again into a rut,
    nor hastily fall and slide.

    Some may think it
    selfish to look out
    for myself but why,
    at the detriment of
    myself would I allow
    my joy to be dragged down?

    I cannot make anyone happy
    if it’s myself I need to provide,
    happiness determined solely
    through another?
    I can’t be along for
    that ride.

    Better yet to travel
    on my own,
    scenic, wisdom procured,
    certainly homegrown,
    I will continue
    and perhaps I’ll find
    something right,
    if not, no matter,
    because it’s my life,
    and I’ll decide,
    decide what I’ll provide,
    on my terms it’ll be,
    because this is my journey,
    why shouldn’t I be
    satisfied with my choices?

    For me, they must be right.
    I hope one day this will
    be seen.
    (09/10/21)
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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: Sentiments – 07/09/21

    Poem: Sentiments – 07/09/21

    A tirade inside
    flows with voluptuous sentiment
    from the lips of one
    blue in the face,
    feelings of entitlement,
    the inability to quieten down the torment,
    or seemingly distract oneself from something
    deep within, and dormant.

    Treasure not those memories,
    incorrectly saved,
    interpreted experiences disgust for
    another day,
    allow the truths to come forth,
    blatant, flooding like a river,
    still,
    discomfort at knowing
    that there was something awry,
    rest upon the windowsill,
    glance away at the wanton Moon.

    The voices within the soul,
    reside in the mind of cracked cranium,
    a wonder that the bravery is not part of them,
    displayed with justice, observed with hope,
    their pathway can be traipsed around all
    one likes,
    but without intention what is the point
    in delving into the complexities of things,
    of their mind,
    when there’s nothing positive or learned to see?

    Diatribes now,
    deranged, delinquency,
    causing curses upon everyone close to me,
    me? Where do I come in the journey,
    I’ve not been ropable for a while,
    until now, until this very moment,
    I will dismount my stallion, golden horse,
    and wipe away the negatives, the undesirable durations,
    others’ sad inability to change.

    I will converge, I will create, I will continue
    to rid this world of hate,
    for what is done when I’ve performed my will?
    What shall we be left with?
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  • Poem: Fashionable Undertakings – 06/09/21

    Poem: Fashionable Undertakings – 06/09/21

    My confidence in self-expression,
    I don’t care for looks of derision,
    curious undertakings,
    the strangers I sometimes catch glancing,
    I wear my big heavy boots with pride,
    wear dark makeup all I like,
    I dress how I want without hindrance,
    it may seem to others a small decision.

    But I am being bold, letting my choices
    break the mould,
    I don’t care for judgements or disapproval,
    my approval is the only type I need to view.
    Being confident in myself used to be much of
    a chore,
    for I dressed, presented in ways
    that called for attention, of other’s approval
    I did implore.

    Nowadays, I please myself, yearning I am not
    to be noticed and accepted for someone that I
    really was not,
    no longer clothed in garb that screamed for their eyes,
    bare naked skin,
    exposed legs, soft thighs.
    I walk the streets and shops in elaborate heavy boots,
    shiny accessories,
    caring not for looks of affection,
    I express in my own style,
    it may glean attention,
    but it’s not doing so
    for the most incorrect of reasons.

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  • Poem: Breathe Freely – 04/09/21

    Poem: Breathe Freely – 04/09/21

    I woke up today with this feeling
    improvements are coming my way.
    I roused today with this knowledge
    amid the blustering breeze
    gritty cares will be transported away.
    I am aware now
    that I am stronger,
    as I grow
    irreverent words pool,
    tide carries them to sand and soil, away,
    angelic beats of beauties in
    expiring melted snow
    heralding a new era,
    trumpets to ears —
    nothing much left to say,
    but, I was forthcoming,
    I severed a tie,
    temporarily it must be,
    unless truth, future and beauty
    cause the past to decay,
    and a lifelong extension may be necessary
    in order for me to freely breathe.  

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  • Poem: Flourishing – 10/09/20

    Poem: Flourishing – 10/09/20

    My lips drip with compassion,
    the honey drags itself into view,
    my tongue flickers,
    a slight taste of care and hope imbued,
    the lingering residue.

    I am careful with my ability to share
    understanding,
    and self-knowledge,
    the strength of being able to know oneself entirely,
    it can be learned,
    I am learning it, too.

    I was lost,
    so confused I was away from the land that I deemed
    important,
    my home,
    and then a revelation,
    changes,
    the way forward seemed clearer
    and brighter.

    And now here I am,
    detached from the heights of stressful moments
    and I drip with the sanity of the wise,
    because now I am managing
    rather than floundering,
    and by example, I will show you, too,
    how to fly.

    Guide yourself through positivity,
    a gentle act of self-kindness day by day
    will never go astray,
    take the time out for yourself,
    don’t chase others,
    respect yourself,
    before looking for somebody else.

    True compassion for myself drips from my lips,
    my tongue flickers out,
    I taste the honey
    as though I’m a bee,
    and I realise,
    oh, how I realise,
    the path that was laid out for me.

    It is not one of suffering,
    but one in which I will be flourishing.

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  • Poem: In The Springtime of Your Youth – 11/10/19

    Poem: In The Springtime of Your Youth – 11/10/19


    It’s like in your life the season is spring, 
     everything is regenerating;
     all is coming to life again.
      
     The flower buds protrude,
     the birds in their nests become
     obsessed with their new fledgings.
      
     Parents anxiously feeding,
     fussing,
     brightness and flock of a feather becoming.
      
     Your heart swells at the feeling that you too
     are appreciated,
     looked after,
     cared for with great gentleness and self-assurance.
      
     Not by another but by yourself,
     you almost feel as if you don’t deserve these
      moments here in this peaceful, blossoming world
     where you have assigned a place of love,
     a place of comfort,
     a place of personal growth. 
      
     Because here you will know of this more,
     soon when you realise that you are overdue for everything
     brilliant,
     because for you, my sweet,
     there are many open doors. 
      
     So do not cry at the notion that you are less than deserving, 
     do not allow a single tear to fall unless it is from
     your personal feeling of a blessing.
      
     And please love yourself
     within the headiness of this springtime air,
     embrace the birds, the circling bees,
     the hanging trees with their veils to avoid 
    their hidden passageways being seen. 
       
    Your heart needs to be open and willingly prepared for this care.

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  • Poetry and Prose: Myself as the Other – 03/10/19

    Poetry and Prose: Myself as the Other – 03/10/19

    Sometimes, oftentimes, I’d wonder why. Why was I so awkward, so different, so quiet, so damned shy? I’d go through life wanting to avoid the stilted conversations, the dialogue that barely went beyond the obligatory “How are you?” “Good, thanks,”, and a cheery but weak-willed, “That’s good!”, knowing that it wouldn’t go much further than this point, this query and mildly obvious revelation.

    Would I ever become comfortable enough in myself to mix easily with other people: strangers, unknown beings? Or would I be forever in discomfort, eyes begging for a means of escape, where I could go without needing to be obvious about my need to be alone and contemplate?

    But then new experiences came along, fresh faces, different names, all a whirlwind of growing conversations and opportunities, explosions of learned moments within my mind. And I became more comfortable, at ease with myself and others, although I never learned to be completely as secure and comfy as I did with myself as the other.

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