Lauren M. Hancock Poetry and Prose

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  • poem: it’s the intent to see – 21/06/22

    poem: it’s the intent to see – 21/06/22

    When they try to diminish you

    stop you from expressing what is within you

    smile and be positive

    ignoring their jibes and

    obvious attack towards you

    there is no point in acknowledging the intent

    the internet is full of people like these

    there are many many others

    with hearts heaven sent

    focus on these beings

    those with kind natures

    who don’t need to be stars of the show

    the battle the others waged,

    there is no time nor place

    for them with me

    this I inherently know.

    © 2022 Lauren M. Hancock Poetry and Prose.

    Photo: pixel2013 on Pixabay

  • poem: mysterious way – 20/06/22

    poem: mysterious way – 20/06/22

    This was written for the prompt “Wings of wonder” from @writersaroundtheworld, hosted by @whitepurplezainu.

    — Mysterious Way —

    My eyes scan the skies

    wings of wonder carry me

    away from demise after demise

    the positives multiply

    enriched with courage

    dismissed is fear and fright.

    Impending light then streams

    source reaches forth to me

    a calming presence lights my face

    my complexion is alabaster

    glowing to be seen.

    With wings of wonder

    I can explore once-gloom

    now resplendent enlightenment

    fulfils my mental space

    my very own private room

    this is not to say that there is

    no worry, no suffering, nor any dismay

    but the pathways through these

    are carved and tamed in a

    method that suits me

    in my own mysterious way.

    @laurenm.hancock

    © 2022 Lauren M. Hancock Poetry and Prose.

    Artwork by 18796645 on Pixabay

  • poem: fifty shades of tears (Instagram prompt) – 16/06/22

    Fifty shades of tears

    and sixty shades of fear

    a hundred thousand pounding heartbeats

    a million yearning fingers clawing 

    dragging each another near.

    She does not understand

    nor accept the desire of theirs

    but her aching, manic thoughts so frantic 

    convolutions near, and…

    defensively, besmirching names of others

    who strolled past or within her way,

    she is determined to change, alter

    she wishes not to bother with current affray

    for this nonsense must be laid to rest

    the desire of others so fabricated 

    based on her visual alterations,

    the penny need not drop,

    she’s already aware of the situation 

    she shall not be loved only for her shell,

    accept her on both sunny days and storms, 

    and during explosive personal hells,

    she’s a layered scene

    so many levels to explore and delve

    surprised or not, overwhelmed or underwhelmed. 

    © 2022 Lauren M. Hancock Poetry and Prose
    Artwork: KELLEPICS on Pixabay

    Author’s note: This was written for “fifty shades of tears” from June prompts by @bruisedwaye on Instagram. 🙂

  • poem: a sunrise of theories – 15/05/22

    poem: a sunrise of theories – 15/05/22

    a sunrise of theories
    I walk a path surrounded by foliage
    shrubbery lines the endless mileage
    and encounter do I some things grand and fantastic
    many questions now come from this querent
    bold and bombastic

    flowers filled with fragrance
    bow their heads to my queries
    I suddenly have, about life
    all these convoluted theories
    about what causes this
    or leads on from such and that
    these riddles take myself
    away from fiction versus facts

    my eyes search the skies
    scintillating and scarlet
    this sunrise or sunset
    whatever, whichever, which,
    I will choose to have it
    for before the beauty of the sun
    once dormant now exhilarating
    and so young
    I can settle my thoughts
    quietly, meditatively
    little need for thoughts to hesitate or run.
    @laurenm.hancock
    © Lauren M. Hancock Poetry and Prose. All rights reserved.
    Images from Pixabay

  • poem: breath of the wild – 14/05/22

    poem: breath of the wild – 14/05/22

    breath of the wild
    intuitive is the means
    in which life should be led
    upheaval can distend tightened seams
    and there is a certain understanding
    that change can’t displace
    one’s destiny
    but time, oh, my innocence,
    will neither aggravate nor alter
    Fate’s true intensity.

    bulging at the middle
    a curious heap
    in the middle there’s an aching
    something wants to be seen
    it’s the beginnings of eye-watering truth
    a stanza made none-too-soon
    enlighten the world
    to your energy
    your inner zeal
    the affirmations to burst through
    into the waking sun,
    streams of light celebrating in melodies
    which elaborately unfurl.
    (c) 2022 Lauren M. Hancock Poetry and Prose. All rights reserved.
    Artwork from Pixabay.

  • 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

    (c) Lauren M. Hancock Poetry and Prose

    Photo from Pixabay.

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  • poem: love and wanderlust – 27/04/22

    poem: love and wanderlust – 27/04/22

    Angelic breeze tickles my nose
    the serenity and beauty of what I know
    Nothing is more perfect than the moment of now
    Embracing this fact
    Intuitively is how

    Wandering in the scope of the breathless view
    amazing is the habit, admiringly renewed
    understanding the intent,
    why, Beauty, there’s a sum,
    a knowing, sheer growing,
    correcting a heart which had grown numb.

    Florid complexion, blushed cheeks above a smile,
    a knowing and wanting, a potential for more
    than a while,
    a wonderful aching and warmth deep within,
    gravitating moments,
    careful, step, step, don’t fall into the
    false world you’re presented with.

    Fluidity, potpourri, scented, a flurry,
    Reaching, a nearing, subtle, no need for fearing,
    a universal tying of intent we know as Hope,
    gravelly words, precisely uttered,
    it is then that I will know.

    © 2020 Lauren M. Hancock Poetry and Prose
    Photo from Pixabay

  • poem: pink dress – 06/04/22

    poem: pink dress – 06/04/22

    Conspiring melodies,
    tongue-in-cheek parodies,
    beginning to recall memories,
    shove them down,
    place myself at ease.

    Jilted rhythms,
    a sonata heaves and breathes,
    escaping the melancholy,
    Dear, there seems no end to these.

    I waltz through artwork,
    it is my time,
    my time to spit forth images,
    not rhymes,
    that was a dragging tune that brought itself
    to harken my ears,
    enough to resolutely accept,
    enough of the feigned prowess, remember,
    always remembering,
    who you were before that pink dress.

    (c) 2022 Lauren M. Hancock  Poetry and Prose. All rights reserved.
    Image from Pixabay.

  • poem: healing has a language – 04/04/22

    poem: healing has a language – 04/04/22

    Healing has a language,
    I whisper softly,
    airily it knows,
    of the simplicity
    and the duality
    of wondrous beauty,
    poetry and prose,
    the writers and the poets
    swing each way in kind,
    whimsical deciduous trees
    sway our way,
    whispering in turn,
    and slightly, just slightly
    out of time.

    The rhythm does not plod,
    it’s a mirror of complex minds,
    the syncopation, patterns, drives us ahead,
    out west, north, south,
    east: we fly through time,
    we develop our skills –
    it’s not just a hobby,
    this is our dream,
    to share love, passion, mythology,
    chances and pain,
    healing,
    vocal rhythms drive us to where we need,
    healing mankind.
    @laurenm.hancock
    © 2022 Lauren M. Hancock Poetry and Prose.
    Image from Pixabay.

  • micropoem: timing is nigh – 01/04/22

    micropoem: timing is nigh – 01/04/22