Lauren M. Hancock Poetry and Prose

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  • poem: envious ivy – 06/05/22

    poem: envious ivy – 06/05/22

    Envious ivy trails round

    rotten doors,

    entranceways metamorphic

    shapeshifting then reality restored,

    what lies behind the

    reckoning of Time,

    a conundrum, in fact,

    sheer scope, Divine.

    What cause cataclysmic

    chasms to collide,

    immediately doubling or tripling

    in size?

    Gargantuan are these sinkholes,

    blackholes laid in store

    as winding ivy bends

    and twists,

    collectively, more.

    Soon woven are these

    green weaves,

    passing moments,

    enveloping energies,

    flowering, berry-rich moments,

    envy calls as ivy trails

    devotees show, shine,

    true richness delves,

    the party to which

    we are already speaking,

    river-rich mud,

    plaintively reaching.

    And clear away,

    away, the thicket of

    desolate ivy

    leave none in store.

    The truth to speak is passion,

    enriched with something

    quietly precious,

    can you feel exhilaration

    grow and soar?

    @laurenm.hancock

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    Photo from Pixabay.

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  • poem: falling, falling – 03/04/22

    Prompts used:

    • Dearest Heart, I’m falling apart
    • My soul burns
    • Forlorn flames

    Title: falling, falling
    by Lauren M. Hancock

    My dearest heart I am
    falling
    apart
    I turn and burn,
    my soul is engulfed by the
    wandering cruel actions,
    my soul, it speaks, it shrieks,
    my spirit rises forth

    away from the gloom
    I fall apart
    floating, into pieces,
    ashes fly high and away,
    my darling heart watch me
    as I fall apart,
    my soul is destroyed.

    I wanted this but I am not of
    sound mind,
    the intricacies which arise
    when one splits pieces
    which are meant to remain whole,
    alive,
    spectacular though this is,
    like a fireworks display I watch my chakras
    break into shattered wheels of light
    brightening the sights for someone else
    who wishes to view a colourful plight.

    Shall I dance away the pain, dear lover?
    Forgetting that my happiness, my heart and its feelings
    do not bother,
    how far shall I go to be truly loved?
    Not by another but by myself,
    to stop this nonsense cremation I first need to
    extract my inner poison.

    But it is long gone, I’ve sucked it clean from my veins,
    watch me, watch me work at this prospect,
    lest we find the pathway leads to a garden’s winding path,
    I explore it in vain.

    forlorn flames then lick at my calves,
    my ankles my inner thighs, soft flesh treated, imbued,
    I’m nobody’s sea baby anymore,
    sink those ashes
    silt and soul-binding,
    and rise forevermore,
    myself, my inner love,
    will never disband,
    entwined forevermore.
    @laurenmhancock
    © 2022 Lauren M. Hancock Poetry and Prose. All rights reserved.
    Artwork by Alice Alinari on Pixabay

  • Poem: I see you – Autism Awareness Day – 03/04/22

    This poem was for a prompt for World Autism Awareness Day. This is dedicated to my fellow Melbourne creative friend Braeden Kennedy who can be found on Instagram @bak_doodlin_away and @bak_animations .

    Title: I See You
    by Lauren M. Hancock

    I saw You and understood your spirit
    before I knew of your ‘Able’ and ‘Label’
    in fact, I’d never even perceived
    your name with a condition,
    it honestly didn’t occur to me.

    But in a moment’s frustration,
    you suddenly announced it, the link,
    revelation upon the table,
    your interwoven thread,
    your diagnosis,
    to share with me, perhaps you felt
    quite comfortable.

    Admittedly, prior, I knew
    only a little about you,
    but bouncing conversation enabled trust,
    and this condition is an important part of you,
    inside you carry it, and outwardly
    with fierce pride,
    your thoughts, your soul are
    dedicated to speaking up for those
    especially who may suffer with it inside…

    I viewed your extra dimensions,
    certain colours and shade flashes,
    a unique being outside and within,

    talented, multifaceted,
    a perfect blue quartz aura
    heralding messages,
    as though a radiant gem,
    glistening by the ocean,
    settled beside fanned leaves
    enriched with plump morning dew,
    so pristine and alive,
    what a wondrous scene to view.

    And here you use the synergies
    of the Universe
    to make uniquely inspired art,
    calling to higher beings and
    a sweet angel from afar,
    blessings bequeathed, expanded upon,
    creativity truly glows from within your soul,
    knowing who and why you are,
    and why your talents must shine to all,
    surreal, bright, spectacular, enthral me,
    inspirations known,
    a bright shining star.

    My friend, I do not see
    any need to mourn the label,
    in fact, let us rejoice in
    the true magnificence of You –
    keep creating, keep shining,
    your path is inspired,
    so meant to be,
    this we all already knew.

    Continue relishing and embracing life’s abilities,
    express and project,
    from me to you, you and your talents,
    I do highly respect.

    @laurenm.hancock on Instagram
    © 2022 Lauren M. Hancock Poetry and Prose. All rights reserved.
    Image from Pixabay

  • poem: the lake – 11/03/22

    poem: the lake – 11/03/22

    amazing though is this air I breathe
    wanton duck melodies from the lake
    make me sing
    their quacks and quacks speak of more
    than what’s implied by them
    with a dear friend around the lake I
    take a turn and admire ducks, smile at happy mothers,
    children, and puppies with men.
    I am animated, she listens with quiet calm,
    by her side, I need no longer need take her arm,
    for days of physical support are not near,
    there’s nothing to help me, nor there to fear,
    while anxiety can burden, it’s not featuring here.
    Our friendship, o’er long years,
    with gaps, sliced by angled swords,
    the silences lingered, anger had been present,
    could be heard,
    but through it all, a line of devotion and loyalty,
    illness an immutable thread
    but never each other’s enemies.
    She will always be my friend, she’d said,
    words which touch me now and blessed me then,
    a slight choking of the throat at gratitude from a
    wondrous, forgiving woman,
    for friendship with myself, would not have been
    the easiest to keep sealed,
    my angered mouth bubbled over at times,
    but she remained with great devotion still.
    I am not a goddess, I am not someone to be revered,
    I am not a higher being, I am simply myself –
    and when in the mood, other characters,
    so self-assured,
    but in the end, I am me, myself, and
    there’s nothing from that which can decline,
    to some I am the apple of their eye,
    and to some, they wish for me to evade their current times.
    I’ll focus on my loved ones, and kind friends such as she,
    there until the end, together, even in absence and solitude,
    her momentary absence not a mystery.
    I will and do understand her occasional need to pull away,
    gaze at the lake, with quietness away from my chirping
    and tunes,
    a moment’s peace, a mindful exercise,
    then returning by my side for the conversation
    to be properly seen through.
    © 2022 Lauren M. Hancock Poetry and Prose. All rights reserved.
    March 2022
    Photo taken by myself.

  • post: i will be – 01/03/22

    post: i will be – 01/03/22

    © 2022 Lauren M. Hancock

    I will be the boisterous me
    I will grin and bear the dreams
    I will heal and steal that light
    the sun of the Son of the Sun
    I will rise when the prisms sparkle rainbow sheens
    I will be fortuitous
    and reach for desired dreams
    I will call and call for items like sticky pearls
    because they satiate my need for nourishment
    be and end all.

    I won’t fold beneath pressure
    I will contemplate and begin to once again know my other
    my shadow self I will tame and feed her charisma
    my Peter-Pan syndrome
    my rainbow sprite self won’t go under

    I will live with an inner dream
    childhood fantasies of writing and creating art and music
    are everything, as they seemed
    I will not complain nor will I whine
    because within is my great divine
    and I will reach it, reach her,
    the moment I speak I will become of her

    Let the laymen understand me
    and even let the complex mock me
    I won’t heed their warnings
    their shooting signs
    because this is my life
    and I’ll direct it just fine.

    Whittle down the edges of a
    childhood book with worn pages
    and travel with me
    travel, become,
    love is what keeps us together,
    and we shan’t come undone.
    © 2022 Lauren M. Hancock Poetry and Prose. All rights reserved.   
    Photo from Pixabay
    01/03/22

  • micropoem: authentic magic – 18/12/21

    micropoem: authentic magic – 18/12/21

  • 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)
    Copyright © 2021 Lauren M. Hancock. All rights reserved.

    Photo by Paul Carroll on Unsplash

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  • Poem: bed of starlight – 19/11/21

    Poem: bed of starlight – 19/11/21

    look at the glowing
    a bed of starlight before me
    burning in its fluidity
    already passed but beauty present to see
    to experience,
    whilst being.

    what is this luck that I feel
    whilst basking beneath the starry warmth and the
    shine of their moon
    his smile is knowing
    as though he’s telling me soon soon
    but soon, for what?

    my heart tells me to beseech
    but my mind instructs me to wait
    contemplate, contemplate
    there’s no level of censure in my ability
    to remain here, concentrate
    on the future, away from the past,
    beneath the rolling blanket at half-mast
    part past eleven crawling seconds to midnight
    to last to pass

    I throw my head back and sing to the forlorn sun
    hidden behind the tapestry of the night
    awaiting the stars’ closing time
    so she can again shine soon
    and so can I
    with the brightness,
    effervescence I’ve found within
    because, being sprightly has its benefits
    thinking positively yields its merits

    I yodel into the night as though I’m calling
    for something lost –
    perhaps I am, perhaps I am,

    at least I’ve found my newest self,
    pleasure to be gained,
    my spirit, oh, how she soars,
    the world is patient, waiting for her,
    bright spark, to fully explore.
    (19/11/21)
    Copyright © 2021 Lauren M. Hancock. All rights reserved.

    Photo by Jeremy Thomas on Unsplash

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  • Poem: Thy Inner Truths – 11/09/21

    Poem: Thy Inner Truths – 11/09/21

    Awakening thy inner truths,
    beauty present,
    spiritual proof,
    the internal reservoirs of light,
    make infinite truth anything but a plight.

    Causes within and visions yours,
    counteract the substance of irrelevant facts,
    cast forth through the shrouded clouds,
    airy mysteries,
    intelligence, wonder, determining that which
    we seek.

    What is before my very eyes
    is circumstance, crimson red,
    but unfaltering yet,
    a bold vivid view for my heart
    to contemplate upon,
    run from the pastels, into the beat
    of another’s drum.

    And here will the rhythmic data align,
    linear,
    rich cobalt, emeralds too,
    enriched with understanding of linked truths,
    brighten the mindset, for I know what to do.

    I shall not carry on with anything but
    positive intent,
    bringing down the deceit and decimation
    disingenuous song spent,
    for deep inside I hear a calling,
    the sparkling of my morning,
    a yearning, a hoping,
    a certain reverent knowing.

    Trust not the tide of others’ wisdoms
    but find that of your own,
    I have searched high and low and I’m still
    learning how to trust, and love,
    and when push comes to an
    irreverent shove,
    and a playful side is shown,
    I will counteract that airy, floaty substance with
    something more like my own.

    My spirit, it will shine,
    it will take on the strength of truths imbued,
    I will be able to be read like a book,
    but in terms of knowledge, it is a wanted view.
    I know that delving into one’s psyche
    is not always preferable for him, nor she,
    whomever these people prove to be,

    but, I dare to explore,
    I dare to unwind,
    the visions, the moments,
    the arcs and spikes in my mind,
    until I become better in myself,
    analysis, truth be told,
    is better with maturity,
    one of the perks of growing old.

    Copyright © 2021 Lauren M. Hancock. All rights reserved.
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  • Poem: Arrival – 02/09/21

    Poem: Arrival – 02/09/21

    Bass throbs, soulful beings,
    sends hope forth, ecstasy springing,
    accumulative movements,
    dance, stomp, flow, singing,
    heavenly brightness, utterly amazing.

    Grinning, growing, flowing,
    feeding the memories with presence
    of mind growing,
    understanding not of false currencies,
    but true depth, the priceless act of self-knowledge.

    Enrichment of beat, melody, beat, flow,
    watch all breathe together,
    exist, inhale, delving powerful unknowns,
    fluidity of momentum,
    yet treble and bass must war as one,
    disharmonious then tacit agreement
    portentous enlightenment ne’er come undone.   

    Now, follow the music for
    your own vivid truths,
    enriched understanding,
    crimson red, deep blue infused,
    dance to the flow and rhythm of
    your own unique path,
    you’ll arrive,
    you’ve arrived,
    finally, at long last.  

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