Lauren M. Hancock Poetry and Prose

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  • Poem: Welcome – 24/10/21

    Poem: Welcome – 24/10/21

    I await the moment when we will meet,
    eyes mixed with perplexity and curiosity,
    unsure of what to expect, or what will be said,
    but a connection, there will be, and not only
    in my head.

    I will smile at you, shyly,
    you will beam with ease,
    making it easier for me to approach,
    or you to draw closer, indeed I will know,
    as will you,
    that this moment is pivotal,
    something refreshing, anew.

    In our lives, we will welcome
    laughter and delight
    and everything great that I could fathom,
    there’s something important that comes
    with realising the truth,
    knowing what will come,
    and dreaming is what I shall do.

    I will welcome you and this moment,
    whenever it is right,
    my walls are already lowered,
    I am not complicating life,
    there is no circumstance anymore that will
    stop our meeting day,
    listen to me, softly, World,
    the time seems almost right –
    this I will say.
    (24/10/21)
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  • Poem: To Adjust – 20/10/21

    Poem: To Adjust – 20/10/21

    To isolate, but willingly,
    set aside myself from
    that once-hurried life,
    is something rightfully
    required, and
    I know this as such.

    To work on myself –
    self-improve,
    take the time to relax,
    not always be ‘at it’,
    the social butterfly,
    no longer me.

    I am repetitive, yes,
    but it’s to do with
    my training,
    the ability to wash over
    myself affirming words
    every morning.

    Others have done so too,
    taken their paths,
    months, years prior,
    I’m here at long last,
    watching, willing, no longer
    passively waiting,
    but performing all that
    needs doing,
    and more so,
    just so there’s no yearning.

    And pieces of me
    once scattered around
    the globe
    by uncaring hearts who took,
    each piece
    dropped, thrown,
    now I caress my gathered shards
    that make up my
    healing, healing heart,
    loving, warming self-care,

    I toss aside my long ebony hair
    and valiantly smile
    for I am here,
    grateful and alone,
    I sit atop my chair
    and feel contentment;
    this world is finally
    feeling like a home.

    Surrounded by everything
    once prized, now lacking meaning,
    because material possessions,
    what need have I for everything?
    Give my heart and soul to another when
    time deems it ready.

    Wondrous, this process
    of learning to turn thoughts around,
    look at the positive, hopefully always,
    feed myself with joyous messages,
    sounds, thoughts.

    I need to do this
    not just for myself
    but for those closest to me,
    I, myself, them, deserve only
    the best version of me,
    and if this means isolation,
    temporarily from the world,
    people,
    friends,
    as much as I can,
    I’ll take this time,
    adjust myself accordingly,
    and allow my truest heart to shine.
    (15/10/21)
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    Previous Post: House of Cards – 18/10/21

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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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    Previous Post: Seek – 16/10/21

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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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    Previous Post: Serenity – 14/10/21

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  • Poem: Serenity – 14/10/21

    Poem: Serenity – 14/10/21

    Serenity is all around,
    waiting to be discovered,
    happened upon, found,
    mesmerising is the state
    when I reach it,
    enveloping me
    as of late.

    The beauty and wonder
    are present within me,
    I glance within,
    watch my being flower,
    I’ve not known this
    peace before,
    what an ultimate surrender.

    Envisioning now what it
    means to be at ease,
    truest feelings
    like calm breeze
    between hovering leaves,
    and admirable,
    amazing too, it is
    to finally see
    that which was told to me,
    serenity – I’ll be.

    No longer on edge,
    anger of yesteryears,
    this past is history
    even if there’s trepidation ahead,
    I’m feeling no fear
    because I am at peace,
    wonderful sensation,
    relaxation, a bubble as
    wide as my outstretched arms,
    precious heartbeats
    dictating this life
    of which I am now sure.

    I am living in wonder
    and knowing real happiness,
    this warbling feeling within,
    in my chest –
    oh, how I am blessed,
    I have nothing to yearn for,
    precious gratitude do I express,
    I am thankful,
    in my solitude, in company,
    I have had this joy expressed
    by close others,
    now I’m experiencing it,
    and here can I rest.
    (10/10/21)
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  • Poem: An Abstract – 12/10/21

    Poem: An Abstract – 12/10/21

    Salient thoughts
    dangle from a thread.
    Sporadic, intermittent moments recalled,
    none I dread.
    I recount,
    with a sparkle in my eye,
    the times I was
    humoured, admired,
    entertained,
    and now I realise
    I didn’t need any of it –
    I am empowered.

    I can be on my own,
    not every hurried word
    or breath attended to,
    whether wise or nonsensical,
    every thought does not
    need tending to,
    I grew used to being humoured,
    admired, held in high esteem,
    but these were pieces of
    a puzzle I thought
    I truly did need.

    Certainly, initially,
    moments were bare, quiet,
    I wasn’t used to my
    lack of sound,
    but now I’m happy in
    my chosen silence,
    or with music, volumes, voices
    other than mine,
    they can abound,
    and really there is no
    peculiarity, nor need for
    perplexity to be
    revealed nor seen,
    the truth of the matter is
    I can be in complete solitude,
    alone but never lonely,
    occupied and ready
    and still feel like
    a queen.

    Need no suitors nor admirers
    to stroke, bolster the ego,
    what’s more –
    I will say,
    that this is my truth,
    and I must seek
    peacefulness more,
    I shall not allow it to go.

    For the inner peace
    which comes from
    true confidence grown from
    myself,
    not bred with another’s eyes, ears and words serving
    differing intents,
    themselves,
    why, this power is internal,
    amazing, borne of
    the truest of one’s entity,
    the inner strength,
    grown confidence,
    my own,
    fostered all by myself —
    independence is the true key.
    (06/10/21)

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    Previous Post: Springing Forth – 10/10/21

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  • Poem: Springing Forth – 10/10/21

    Poem: Springing Forth – 10/10/21

    I feel a sense of hope,
    of positivity and
    brightness,
    I need not want
    for anything
    because happiness,
    I already have it,
    it’s that glimmer of
    ostentatious gold
    which drips with
    wanton thread,
    grasping my eyes with its beauty,
    wonder to the skies to be had.
    This hope is already present,
    I finger it, golden beads,
    like rich fruit dripping from
    luscious mango trees,
    and here and now,
    with gentle abandon
    I will come undone,
    this superfluous yet entirely
    wanted feeling of joy
    springs forth,
    Hope, my friend, of you,
    I know.
    It’s not like anything I’ve
    experienced before,
    I cannot fathom this dire need
    that begged me to change, change, change
    for my outlook
    was pessimistic indeed,
    but with this glimmer,
    these shining drops of sparkling
    gold that I clutch
    tightly to my chest,
    I am happy,
    I am present,
    I smile without corners
    of my mouth trembling,
    I’m comfortable,
    and this is a fact.
    I can look each of you
    in the eye and tell you
    with conviction indeed
    that my heart is again
    beginning to blossom
    and I’m doing it,
    purposefully, on my own,
    with subtle ease,
    can’t deny myself from
    embracing happiness,
    joy,
    I won’t allow any to
    dampen my spirits,
    if you’ll let me,
    permit me to rise with you,
    together, discomfort,
    unease,
    we can conquer it.
    Bliss can only be
    but fingertips away,
    present, invisible in
    the moment,
    yet experiences waiting
    to be had
    day by day,
    it will only take
    introversion,
    delicacy,
    and confidence in myself,
    and telling myself
    I am worth it,
    there is always justification
    to further delve.
    (08/10/21)
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  • Poem: Coagulate – 08/10/21

    Poem: Coagulate – 08/10/21

    Circumstances coagulate
    like thickened blood,
    platelets mingling
    when their conjoining is
    their undoing,
    iron-rich and ready,
    their presence tells a story,
    ultimately though, thin as water,
    a miserable plaintive memory.
    Nothing to recall,
    none to happily recount,
    for useless endings
    are visible
    from those once so-devout.
    Blinking, without shock,
    I take in what’s never been
    eye-to-eye,
    searing, the viewpoint,
    is ultimately something
    tiring.
    Even I have read this tale
    over and over,
    words, nonsensical,
    pass by me,
    rolling innocent thunder,
    I know the beginning,
    middle and end,
    here the tale dangles
    by a god-damned thread.
    Best to be kind,
    not allow the swing,
    indebted, it seems,
    by and to everything,
    shan’t allow it this way,
    both guilty in various claimed styles,
    I wander away,
    fairy-like feet,
    but never ashamed on my tippy-toes.
    (01/10/21)
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  • Poem: Ignoring the Noises – 04/10/21

    Poem: Ignoring the Noises – 04/10/21

    Ignoring the noises all around isn’t so difficult
    when you pair yourself with courage,
    join with action,
    intensify intelligence,
    tell yourself that people who whistle and wheeze
    with their insulting methods are just a useless blustering breeze,
    worth nothing such words are,
    I watch them flow from afar,
    in various means, in various tones,
    disguised in pink and blue undertones,
    rainbow-like? They’ll never be heard as such,
    for thoughtless fervour is not worth celebration,
    I will carry on with pure intent and escape the
    ominous, childish tunes.
    The sing-song calls, the manipulatory sounds,
    angered me greatly, made me squirm all around,
    but now, my head is held high,
    I cannot hear a thing,
    I tune out the rubbish, their notions that they believe they’re entitled to
    everything.
    It’s easy enough to hide behind a screen, create attacks,
    little barbs, with tap-tapped words,
    I ignore these noises, I’ve better things to achieve,
    that making certain that the only task is for breathless whispers to leave.
    (13/09/21)

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  • Poem: Tepid – 01/10/21

    Poem: Tepid – 01/10/21

    I remember when life was tepid, unenthusiastic,
    carried little warmth,
    I remember being feeling disconnected
    from the world in and of itself,
    that I was a victim of many circumstances,
    not one,
    that others were targeting me,
    I was unlucky or such or some,
    I remember feeling different,
    that I was never accepted that much,
    never right,
    never really enough.

    But today, I realise it’s taken a turnaround,
    life experiences, changes of thoughts and memories,
    interpretations of many instances,
    I’m not hung, nor swinging in the trees,
    feeling distress or like I am lacking
    in certain privileges or others,
    in fact, I’ve been blessed with much in this life,
    now that I can see, now that I’ve acknowledged,
    now that I’ve bothered.

    No longer feeling a victim of my thoughts,
    depression and sadness do not loom,
    they do not encompass my bedroom, my breath,
    do not taint as though a noxious gloom,
    in fact, I am grateful for so many things,
    friends, life, family, happiness, small things that others won’t,
    can neither personally feel nor see,
    for I am flying, free as a bird,
    in my emotions I am soaring high with my wings.

    The enormity of the understanding that I needed to
    change my thought patterns,
    that I just had to alter my wingspan to catch the wind
    of others’ perspectives, learnings to carry upon myself,
    to be absorbed by my ears, dutifully heard,
    and carried through to my heart,
    feel the beat-beating like a drum,
    reminding me I am alive,
    I have survived so much and now,
    I am here for the joyous ride.

    Tepid no longer is life to me,
    I am grateful, so gracious in accepting what is
    presented to me,
    I shall make the most of every opportunity,
    and learn from the mistakes I make,
    alter belief patterns if need be,
    and continue on being the change,
    that my life
    needed to inhale, exhale, with deep relaxation,
    I heavily sigh,
    freedom of choice,
    of living is awaiting me,
    wide wingspan so beautiful I want to weep,
    not a single eye shall remain dry,
    my spirit, finally it is free.

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