Time for a Smile!

On June 29, 2023June 29, 2023 By Lauren Scott, AuthorIn Poetry54 Comments

I thought some ‘silly and fun’ would be in order after my last post. So, I pulled this oldie from my book, New Day, New Dreams. Wow, 2013 seems like 100 years ago!

Anyway, enjoy some Scrabble Soup!

First you need a thought,
nothing fancy
and it can’t be bought,
then add a spoonful of emotion.
There’s no magical potion,
although, I have a notion
you could include humor.
According to rumor,
laughter’s the best medicine.
It always has been.
Yet, contrary to giggles,
start some tears flowing
with a dash of melancholy,
or if you’d rather be jolly,
Don’t be coy,
Sprinkle in joy.
Now to spice up your mixture
(I think you get the picture)
toss in melody
with your favored tempo
and let your feet dance.
Feel the rhythm and
give romance a chance.
This is where you improvise
(write between the lines).
Follow your feelings.
Close your eyes,
peel off your disguise.
This is your recipe.
This is your vision.
Follow your bliss
and for a final touch,
Seal it with a kiss!

© Lauren Scott, Baydreamerwrites.com – All rights reserved.
Scrabble Photo by Pixabay on Pexels.com
Are you smiling yet? I hope so!! 😄

And if you’d like to read some lighthearted, fun, and romantic
poetry, New Day, New Dreams fits the bill and is available on Amazon.💜

Have a wonderful day! The weekend is just around the corner!

~ Lauren 🤗😄🥰❤️

A Proud Peacock

On July 26, 2021 By Lauren Scott, AuthorIn Poetry29 Comments

An unfamiliar word in her circle
she didn’t wish for knowledge,
but her circle was not so durable.
For now, she was aware
of the bitter emotions
tailing it like a hungry stray,
the hit to self-esteem
the “did I say something?”
Loneliness puffed up
like a proud peacock.
She held awareness
in the palm of her hand
pained to know such a
two-syllable word.

Delivery

On November 27, 2017 By Lauren Scott, AuthorIn Poetry26 Comments

when vowels
and consonants join
forces, they
create a
magnetic effect so strong
grips will not loosen

their union
paints a gold sunrise
yet, they have
what it takes
to produce sharp, knife-like pain
be mindful of both

Lauren Scott © 2017
https://alongtheinterstice.wordpress.com/shadorma-november/

Something to Say

On February 22, 2015February 22, 2015 By Lauren Scott, AuthorIn Humorous, Poetry33 Comments

I have a thought
anxious to be said
it’s been lingering for hours
inside of my head

It’s a very kind thought
I’m sure you’ll agree
so sit right down
and listen to me

It comes with words
to warm your heart
but listen intently
they’re not the best part

They’re only a fraction
of what this thought is
the words unsaid
you don’t want to miss

First let me just say
I appreciate your patience
sitting there nicely
attentive and gracious

Yet fearing a blunder
after all this preparation
I’m feeling distraught
with much exasperation

So I say with regret
and embarrassment this day
my thought, so important
has somehow slipped away!

Lauren Scott © 2015
🙂

Only Words

On October 16, 2014October 19, 2014 By Lauren Scott, AuthorIn Poetry34 Comments

You say “I love you,” a recipe of letters
that could stir up a magical moment,
but they’re only empty air bubbles,
meaning nothing without the alliance of
actions and yours are lacking. My heart
will bend, but it won’t break. I’ll always
remember those sweet moments of tender
kisses and hand holding, unforgettable
nights and mornings of loving each other,
but the fun has vanished like water droplets
on a summer-kissed sidewalk. I’ll be fine in my
own company, yet, if by chance somewhere
beyond this storm, another love finds his way
into my arms, they’ll be open to letting his
charms lead me home. You had your ending;
now I embrace my beginning. Who can say when,
but I’d be willing to fall in love all over again.

Language

On May 18, 2014May 20, 2015 By Lauren Scott, AuthorIn Poetry46 Comments

I unlocked the cabinet
so your words could fall out
It’s not that I didn’t hear them
I was afraid to see
their meaning in your eyes
Who is the wise one?
Just as a butterfly is free
it’s your turn to fly and
no matter the language
you speak
I’ll still wonder why
our paths couldn’t align
Maybe my love
was too strong
and I pushed too hard
Could it be?

It’ll take time for my
emotions to settle
like dust on the shelf
until then
my sobbing will continue
to puncture the silence

Three Strikes

On November 11, 2013November 11, 2013 By Lauren Scott, AuthorIn Poetry36 Comments

Your words form a pattern
offering no semblance of
connectivity and their tone is
uninviting. Repetition takes the
lead and the cadence in your
syllables lacks originality.

They say that love is blind
and my eyes validate their
ruling. Tomorrow the sky
will be blue, but not my heart.
I shall buy new specs, for their
effect has weakened over time.

It would seem after all the warm
summer nights, sipping iced tea
with joined hands; after all the
cups of coffee shared at sunrise,
our love would be stronger than
the caffeine consumed by us.

I’d rather not witness more
alphabet rolling off your tongue.
The consonants only match the
stubble on your chin and the vowels,
well, they’ve no place to land, for I’m
no longer wearing the catcher’s mitt.