Lauren M. Hancock Poetry and Prose

Tag: stream of consciousness

  • 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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  • 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: transparent duration – 01/12/21

    Poem: transparent duration – 01/12/21

    as time passes
    the seconds allow me to
    comprehend
    to ascertain
    to understand

    that duration is really just a
    dependent notion
    when one is hoping for some form
    of deep contemplation

    analyse the silences
    the breaths unmade
    the sleeves of unspoken words
    heard felt seen

    the trailing of ellipsis
    what is this business
    of wondering
    waiting
    delving into my open chasm
    of ticking hands, unwanted and unfree?

    tirades not expelled
    why, there is no form in this,
    shapeshifters, need to delve,
    a prism of understanding
    no need to be handed the key
    and warranting the notion
    that sadness is a well
    a swirling potion
    a knowing
    all-knowing
    sins wrought,
    I didn’t commit any of them

    just a misunderstanding
    discomfort
    but to speak further would trump
    the lot of them.

    should one censor choice words
    when being themselves
    speaking freely
    no motives in place
    only transparency…
    (30/11/21)
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  • Spoken Word Poetry Collaboration: Implore – by Navin Manik and Lauren M. Hancock – 29/11/21

    Spoken Word Poetry Collaboration: Implore – by Navin Manik and Lauren M. Hancock – 29/11/21

    Recently, I had the wonderful opportunity to work with my dear friend, Navin Manik, of Navin’s Poetry to write and record together a piece together. Please visit his site for his amazing spoken word and poetry. There you will find soulful, striking, deep words from his very soul recorded, performed and shared.

    We sincerely hope you enjoy our poetry project, Implore.

    Implore

    The breaths I take
    The steps I sway
    When I dance on my feet
    My ground is change

    The heights I stare
    The case is space
    The light has shades
    The dark isn’t just pain

    I see the sane
    When I saw the chain
    I tear the deep
    When I drop the waves

    The colours I blend
    The Universe I paint
    The eyes then glare
    The divine through pen

    I expand upon
    an inner sense
    of personal justice
    social soul well meant

    I know I know
    the ability for
    personal growth

    is well rooted deep within,
    for every passing second
    my efforts are tirelessly sown,

    my chest expands
    my heart, it flows
    rich with breath, mighty effort
    stallion-like strength –
    continuous insistence,
    and sound temperament.

    our steps in time
    pirouetting groundwork
    yours and mine

    our knowledge together
    brought closely in life
    we stare down the precipice
    and soar, divine,

    unknowingly yet aware
    we become entwined
    intent and more
    this World we explore

    for reaching our Universe’s heights
    sights and sounds
    enriching our abilities
    our minds implore.

    Copyright © 2021 Navin Manik Poetry and Lauren M. Hancock Poetry and Prose. All rights reserved.
    Video and sound editing by Navin, violin track and artwork by myself.

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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: the owls – 27/11/21

    Poem: the owls – 27/11/21

    the owls, the owls
    they tiptoe along the wire
    sharing songs and stories,
    eons of lifetimes together
    fervent hoots and warbles
    altogether
    impressive wingspans as they envelop
    the biting morning air together

    hush down little prey
    scatter as you may
    all words, no prey, no victims
    but treated with such tenderness
    owls caress the vowels and syllables
    without damnation
    with much great proof
    of ultimate, irreverent
    atypical swayyy
    through and through

    plucked from the heavens
    or beneath their soaring
    impressive is as is impressive treatment sees
    will and hopes proving
    the chase is uplifting

    the owls hoot as they see fit
    sharing language,
    skills
    sharing to be free free free
    in it.

    the owls, can’t you see,
    are here, once hushed,
    now present and completely
    doing as they believe, trust,
    to share their magic
    their wide saucer-filled eyes
    echoed with great substance
    reflections, mirrors,
    no lies.
    (27/11/21)

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  • Poem: striving – 07/11/21

    Poem: striving – 07/11/21

    my mission is pure,
    Seer’s blood I am sure,
    entitled to breathe in and relax
    because I am laying, stress-relieved upon my back,
    there’s nothing left to say except this,
    I cannot stress enough the importance of
    wanting to remain,
    to be the best in life that I can be,
    pity those who care not for life,
    who do not accept it as something
    to be cherished, loved,
    adored, too.

    I cannot believe that some just coast on by
    never taking in what surrounds them,
    beauty of November, sprinklings of May,
    and baby, I wish you to spread those wings
    and want to stay,
    honestly, reckoning I shall
    because there’s so much to delve into,
    the possibilities are endless,
    I will say.
    (07/11/21)

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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: 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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