Lauren M. Hancock Poetry and Prose

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  • poem: time for change – 31/03/22


    “TIME FOR CHANGE”
    (c) 2022 by Lauren M. Hancock

    it’s time to change,
    to embrace love and life,
    there is nothing I would erase;
    each moment and breath
    a welcome moment
    or an opportunity to learn
    to grow and accept the phase.
    Time and time again
    I found myself on the plane of existence
    wondering when would Life listen, with her
    pinpricked ears would she discern my
    truest desires?
    Or would she smile fortuitously upon the request of others
    while piece by piece, brick by brick
    my own home laid unfinished, nowhere have I to place
    my handbag down,
    expected to be lingering already at home?
    We don’t even have a home,
    none with a shared hearth, with warmth,
    with comfort.
    Essentially, my love for you is meant to be
    a mistake,
    a princess fetched from her turret,
    tethered as, as of late.
    The magpie flaps and soars,
    joins the eucalypt leaves in a shading spot
    He, you, really are a protector, but now
    learn your skills, hone them further,
    Princess can be by herself for now.

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  • poem: still here despite it all – (repost from another platform) – 01/03/22

    poem: still here despite it all – (repost from another platform) – 01/03/22

    ~~~~~Still Here Despite it All~~~~~~
    © 2022 Lauren M. Hancock
    what is it about me that this some of this world seems to abhor? Am I not immaculate enough, in and of myself, to be considered something sightly and toward? Someone worthy of being heard? Of not being ostracised, unread, too? Am I something so abhorrent that they cannot understand my illness, that this decrepit twin which attaches itself to me during delusions and paranoia and versions of heightened moods, exists, my flagrant mania? Is there no care, concern, nor empathy to be viewed, to be seen? I feel just a walking ghost, with a gust of wind who shouldn’t matter at all, I slide through loosely hung sheets, trailing my stature because to them, I’m no longer seen, and I am not whining, nor crying, nor languishing, or despairing, I am simply making a point that I feel I’m not here yet again.

    But it shouldn’t matter for this is my own path, forging ahead is the pathway to choose, I choose to continue, I desire to be seen, to be heard, and if I can’t, if I’m such a joke then why is it that when those whom I love hear my creations, my poems, my words, they are impressed, surely I’m not being humoured by all, that their words are to me a version of being blessed? No, this cannot be the case with all. I do not believe it to be as such, I know I can in thrall.

    I can make my mark, in my main world I already have, and if this is how I’m met elsewhere, with hostility and dangerous eyes, and allusions, and insinuations which are mean and cruel and unkind, well, dears, I will still continue on my path, it’s not even a fight. It’s a means of reckoning with myself, telling, assuring myself that I am worthy of freedom, expression, and here, those foes, once-friends, there is nothing more important here, nothing more, if anything, than this I will put on the pulse. I was ill. I should not have to make amends. Feel my heartbeat, I am still here, breathing and living, and I will not allow others to dictate my fall. I can do that all by myself, and through experience I have learned to soar so well.

    01/03/22
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  • Poem: ancient ties – 28/12/21

    Poem: ancient ties – 28/12/21

    we construct words like a pyre of immense ire waltzing around names like sand does with the hours
    Horus didn’t foretell but he surely proclaimed a name
    without mentioning syllables
    syllables proclaim this tongue untamed!
    I speak in riddling rhyme like a phoenix a sphinx who is up in arms
    the gatekeeper need not whisper a sound
    for I, I am the cat with nine plus lives and I will never, never, die by a hand so brutish and untamed
    I’ll remain at large.
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  • Poem: Cruel Measures – Audio and Poem – 10/07/21

    Poem: Cruel Measures – Audio and Poem – 10/07/21

    the curse of mouthy warriors
    who live to breathe
    with complexities,
    disguised plainly behind
    facets of co-morbid disease,
    the sickening attempts to stab,
    spread open fresh lacerations,
    implant demonic seed,
    cruel intentions,
    untoward,
    they try to make
    that girl ashamed,
    and bleed, bleed, bleed,
    but she will not react,
    her face impassive,
    then kind,
    there is no soul behind their purpose,
    she’s permitted to unwind time.

    crucify her with
    phrases subtle yet
    laid bare,
    read over and over,
    crossword clues,
    take but one step
    in her shoes,
    dare ye know that all of us bruise?

    callous, unkind,
    who are they to
    have that say,
    spread-eagled,
    baring fresh life,
    angel wings soaring,
    demonic?

    Nay!

    Gentle breaths now,
    stay away if bearing cruel measures.
    Her new life is tender,
    with strokes as light as a feather.

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  • Poem: Sing my Melodies – 07/07/21

    Poem: Sing my Melodies – 07/07/21

    Too easily influenced
    by voices all around,
    inside my heart bursts
    into song,
    its words begging to
    be allowed,

    what is wrong with
    expression,
    is mine such a terrible thing?
    Cool quietness,
    I’ll smile from the wings.

    This is now all for me,
    need not put on a show,
    I’ve done so many years,
    so forthcoming,
    and these were solidified in rough stone,

    wrought with embers
    and rich lava flow,
    my youth, my demeanour,
    explosive,
    angry retorts thrown.

    But listen to this heartbeat,
    why, I needn’t,
    shouldn’t have to make amends,
    amenable, sure,
    perhaps,
    won’t you guide me,
    open palm, welcoming hand,
    and show me a world I’ve
    so yearned to see,
    vibrant, ecstatic,
    won’t I be allowed to be me?

    Freely, oh, freely,
    let me sing my melodies
    with shyness then
    exuberance,
    a confident, strident ease.

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  • Poem: No Lamenting – 12/06/21

    Poem: No Lamenting – 12/06/21

    Do not come here to lament,
    it is not eulogy time.
    This is cause for celebration,
    poignant moments of her life.

    Allow me to demonstrate
    why the need to weep
    has passed,
    maturity, acceptance, understanding,
    instead of mourning,
    she’d want us to
    leap, to dance.

    To gain favour
    to her memories,
    spin! she was strong
    with her words,
    the values of her heart,

    she speaks her mind,
    doesn’t allow thoughts to fester,
    knowing when and where
    they will grow,
    from an echoing room,
    negativity can depart.

    Into the depths
    where we can explore,
    no reasons to judge
    nor deplore,
    she’d tell me to
    live life to the full,
    without her I’d be empty,
    that is a certainty, for sure.

    Plutonian measures
    devastatingly linger in the gloom,
    take me back to that moment,
    that instance,
    when peace and love had
    already been, had grown, so pure.

    Do not come here to lament,
    for she is here,
    with us,
    precious time,
    lovingly ours and forevermore
    will our tales remain intertwined.

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  • Poem: Invincible – 12/04/21

    Poem: Invincible – 12/04/21

    Sometimes you think you’re invincible, 
    able to take on the entire world, 
    chest puffed out, 
    arms proud, 

    but darling, understand the situation 
    and the weaknesses, 
    I wouldn’t want you to be unnecessarily 
    harmed or pained for a short while. 

    Take some deep breaths, 
    relax, 
    know that you’ll progress without this bravado, 
    you don’t need to show off to others, 
    you don’t need to be acknowledged widely for your
    inner and outer strength to be known. 

    Everything will be fine if you leave it alone, 
    the world will keep turning on its own, 
    events, disasters, 
    negative persons, 
    all will rise and fall without the throw of little stones, 
    calling of names, or smiles turned into violent frowns. 

    Take a leaf from my book, 
    isn’t it easier to remain calm, 
    isn’t it smarter, wiser, to be truthful and wear that mark 
    upon your arm, 
    there is no need for armour when 
    your heart is already in a mode of protect, 

    no need for assault or retribution
    to those who have been niggling for so long, 
    intruding on a life from times now so old. 

    Leave him, 
    leave the situation, 
    allow the feelings to rise, 
    be filled to the brim, 
    but then dissipate, 
    there’s something poignant in crying out
    the anger then allowing it to echo away, 
    its very own din.

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  • Poem: Stitched – 28/12/20

    Poem: Stitched – 28/12/20

    Brightness, wholesome, warmth.
    Everything because.
    Everything near.
    Everything far.

    I mend and stitch and fail because
    that chasm need not fixing;
    it’s meant less darned,
    more gaping,
    it does not need my solving.

    This situation is no longer my responsibility,
    I listen carefully,
    hark at the words,
    knowing that allowing myself to fall
    by the wayside,
    is the decision best for me.

    It’s self-preservation,
    and protection of thoughts,
    and protection of that smarting feeling
    within my heart,

    the sadness, I will rise above
    and smile despite, because,
    I was a part of something,
    and now, no matter that I’m not,
    I’m still intact,
    and that’s a fact.

    (Early Nov. 2020)

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  • Poem: Lantern – 04/10/20

    Poem: Lantern – 04/10/20

    I try to light the way for myself,
    only me at the present,
    for myself I can only take responsibility,
    but maybe in the future
    I’ll brighten the paths of others,
    allowing them to feel illumination from
    my positive attitude and candour.

    I smile and I dance into my path
    of least resistance,
    of least duress,
    the lantern which dangles from my wrist
    is warming,
    and comforting,
    no less.

    It shines so brightly it sears my eyes,
    I have to be careful not to glance at it for too long,
    it provides me ample light to distinguish the darkness
    from the path ahead,
    and promising me relief at last.

    There is pride in following a path of truth,
    there is great merit in exploring one’s past
    as well as their humble heart and mind,
    within their corporal home,
    swimming spirituality imbues,

    and there is magic in progressing forward
    and in the knowing,
    that I will continue to create,
    to make,
    to attain,
    to not have to again hide myself from the world,
    having to refrain.

    Refraining from shining is old news,
    now is the time to explore the inner strength,
    fortitude,
    strident being that I am.

    I tried to light the way for myself,
    but now I feel strong enough to take on the
    responsibility of assisting and guiding others,
    perhaps I can be their mentor,
    perhaps they can in turn mentor me,
    and in a circle of knowledge we will dance
    and feel joyous,
    so happy,
    inextricably.

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  • Poem: The Good Fight – 23/09/20

    Poem: The Good Fight – 23/09/20

    You have it within you.
    The ability to push through,
    with determination,
    with resolve,
    with power,
    without the assistance of another.

    You can do it, brother, sister,
    you can achieve these goals.
    You can achieve your goals,
    even with extenuating circumstances,
    don’t you know?

    Though sadness, lack of resolve,
    impatience may linger,
    cast these aside, because, you know,
    they are of an indelicate picture,
    instead fulfil yourself with the richness of
    scarlet reds,
    of peacock and cobalt blues,
    ceruleans,
    crimson,
    yellow, yellow,
    bright sunshine to view.

    Embrace the moment when your mind says,
    “I have had enough”
    of this negativity, which not only swarmed,
    but threatened to cause you to leave,
    the perpetual darkness that was present,
    looming yet sinister and dormant within your soul.
    Those parts of you which you do not
    show, and neither speak of,
    it’s not time to be gawked at,
    stared at,
    it is instead time to achieve and heal.

    And heal you may,
    you will,
    you’ll achieve so much because I know
    you’re going to put your mind to it
    and your heart and soul in it,
    and soon enough,
    in the blink of an eye,
    I’ll see your name in lights,
    and the fluttering butterflies in my belly
    will keep soaring,
    they last only three days,
    but damn, let them make the most of it.

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