Gobblers by Masticadores publishes “Let Man Lay Down Rifles to be Ally”

On October 7, 2024 By Lauren Scott, AuthorIn Blogging, Gobblers by Masticadores, Poetry48 Comments

I’m pleased to announce that my poem “Let Man Lay Down Rifles to be Ally” is published on Gobblers by Masticadores today! I am very grateful to Manuela Timofte and her staff for publishing this special piece.
I hope you all enjoy!

Let Man Lay Down Rifles to be Ally

If only humans could absorb lessons
From the largest mammals walking the earth.
Their big hearts bursting with kind expressions,
A principle understanding golden worth.

If only humans would shed their black greed,
Knives and guns stealing an innocent life.
Torturing for the sale of ivory
Beneath a darkened sky, spine-chilling cries...

To read the rest of the poem, please click on the link below. And if you don’t already follow Gobblers, please do. You’ll discover amazing talent and thought-provoking writing. Thanks for stopping by!

Let Man Lay Down Rifles to be Ally

Website: baydreamerwrites.com
Author Of The Month, May 2023 Spillwords Press
Monthly Contributor, Gobbers-Masticadores Literary Website
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Author, More than Coffee: Memories in Verse and Prose
Author, Finding a Balance: A Collection of Poems
Author, New Day, New Dreams: A Poetry Collection
Co-Author, Petals of Haiku
Co-Author, This is How We Grow
Co-Author, Poetry Treasures 2: Relationships
Cora’s Quest, A children’s book, coming this fall!

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An October Fright

On October 5, 2024October 5, 2024 By Lauren Scott, AuthorIn Poetry76 Comments

Sunset would soon reveal itself
On this day not quite the thirty-first.
Late afternoon brought warm temps,
He shifted the car into reverse.

Looking in the rear-view mirror
Ready to part from the stall,
His eyes blinked several times,
What he saw took disturbing gall.

A clown from a horror film
With head bent to the right –
He thought, “What the hell?”
Celebrating defense of daylight!

Mind and body didn’t easily scare,
Toughened by the screen.
But trepidation began to build,
Though not in the least to be seen.

However, he swiftly chose to ignore
Since the dashboard clock continued to tick.
No weapon glistened in light of day,
Time did not allow for a lunatic.

The right move was decided
To turn the other cheek.
Pointless to provoke,
yet, he wasn’t acting weak.

The sedan attempted to roll back
As the clown surprisingly stepped aside.
Avoiding contact with those eyes,
the accelerator was applied.

A form of frightening entertainment,
Ages ago, clowns, fun and comical.
Their smiles joyful, but now creepy.
An event surely psychological.

Nevertheless, a happy ending for this tale –
Altercation dodged, he thankfully stayed safe.
But fun appears in interesting forms –
This afternoon, dreadfully, eerily displayed.

(The inspiration for this poem came from my son’s unsettling experience in college years ago. It turned into a timely post for the spooky event approaching at the end of this month.)

Lauren Scott, Baydreamerwrites ©2024 – All rights reserved.
Image: Openverse: rendition scary clown Pennywise movie by Carol M Highsmith is licensed under CC-CC0 1.0

Thanks for stopping by, and watch out for those clowns! 🤡

Let Man Lay Down Rifles to be Ally

On October 3, 2024 By Lauren Scott, AuthorIn Poetry80 Comments

I was finally able to take some photos of these wonderful elephants that I pass by every day. They’re on the side of the building for Johnny Doughnuts. And I always think of my good friend, Resa, because she is the discoverer of fabulous murals that she shares on her blog, graffitiluxandmurals.com. After reading The Elephant Whisperer by Lawrence Anthony and An Elephant in My Kitchen by Francois Malby-Anthony, I fell head over heals with these magnificent animals. But as we all know, poaching is rampant for elephants. I can’t even wrap my head around this horrific deed and the heartless humans behind it. Anyway, a poem began to brew and a sonnet began to form. The iambic pentameter isn’t perfect, but so be it. Thus, I offer you my ‘somewhat sonnet.’

Let Man Lay Down Rifles to be Ally

If only humans could absorb lessons
From the largest mammals walking the earth.
Their big hearts bursting with kind expressions,
A principle comprising golden worth.

If only humans would shed their black greed,
Knives and guns stealing an innocent life.
Torturing for the sale of ivory
Beneath a darkened sky, spine-chilling cries.

Allowing these creatures to play their part
Would aid ecosystems they occupy.
No bullets tearing through a gentle heart…
Let man lay down rifles to be ally.

But greed, a power tough to relinquish –
Is this a pipe dream best to extinguish?

(I end with a question to ponder, but a rhetorical question because good-hearted man will always fight the greedy heartless to protect these amazing mammals that are vital to the ecosystems they inhabit.)

The Natchez Trace Parkway Bridge

On September 28, 2024September 28, 2024 By Lauren Scott, AuthorIn Poetry65 Comments

I shared a poem about The Natchez Trace Parkway here after visiting our daughter and son-in-law a couple of weeks ago. So today, I’m sharing about the famous Natchez Trace Parkway Bridge located in Williamson County, Tennessee. I’m including one of the photos I took, along with a gorgeous photo found on the National Park Service website during autumn. I’d love to visit during this season, but we’re home now so maybe next year! Of course, inspiration stirred some poetic thoughts, but I was in the mood for a challenge. So, I wrote a septet for the first time, and I hope I wrote it correctly. I could only read it so many times before the words began to blur. So, go easy on me, please. 😁

Anyway, bridges are always special, holding some kind of significance, so we were literally in awe. I hope you enjoy!

***My photo with the grass in between summer and autumn.***

***An autumn view of the bridge from Birdsong Hollow. Photo NPS/Marc Muench©***

The Natchez Trace Parkway Bridge

Arches curve with honor and elegance
as we gaze in awe beneath sun of gold
enticed by crimson autumn elements.
A phenomenal vision to behold,
motorcyclist’s freedom to unfold.
Praised for design and historic facets –
homelands of the Chickasaw, Choctaw, and Natchez.

Note: The rhyme scheme of a septet poem: A 7-line poem that is also known as a Rhyme Royal. Traditionally, Rhyme Royals have the following rhyming sequence: ababbcc.

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Thanks so much for stopping by, and enjoy your weekend.
Lauren 🧡🍂🍁🧡

Spillwords Press publishes “An Invitation”

On September 24, 2024September 24, 2024 By Lauren Scott, AuthorIn Poetry72 Comments

Dear Family and Friends, I am thrilled to share that my poem, “An Invitation” is published on Spillwords Press today as a Featured Post! Thank you to Dagmara and her team for accepting my submission. It is always a great honor to have my writing featured on this wonderful platform, and to be in the company of many talented authors.

An Invitation

Smooth granite invites contemplation and reflection.
Please, take a seat, relax, watch the lake’s ripples
perform their water dance. Does the shimmering surface
remind you of stars presenting a ballet in a brilliant night sky?

Note the tall pines swaying in the breeze,
you can gently sway, too, if you feel the need.
Let the depth of your soul bathe in the beauty...

You can read the full poem here, and please don’t leave without giving it a ❤️. You only need to log in if you’d like to leave a comment, and I’d love to read your thoughts. But either way, I’d appreciate your support! 🤗

Thank you again to Dagmara K. and her team! I am truly grateful! ❤️🌷

© Lauren Scott, Baydreamerwrites.com – All rights reserved.
Photo is mine from one of our lake adventures.

Thank you for visiting, and have a wonderful day!
Lauren 🧡🍂🍁🧡

Friday Life Update

On September 20, 2024 By Lauren Scott, AuthorIn Discussion

***Flowers at The Loveless Cafe in Nashville, TN***

Dear Friends,

I mentioned in my last post, that I’ll be on a break as we visit our daughter and son-in-law in TN. Well, I expected to do a post a week ago. But life had other plans…three days after flying home and having the best time with ‘the kids’, I felt sick and tested positive for Covid. Ugh. So, I’ve been home sick this entire week, isolating and taking Paxlovid. Besides fever, cold, and cough symptoms, brain fog and fatigue joined in the party and seem to have a tough time with letting go. But I’m feeling better from the beginning of the week. So, I hope (and plan) to return to work and the world of the living on Monday, barring any dramatic setbacks. Concentration has been nil until today, and even creating (and typing) this post is taking longer than usual.

Anyway, I hope you are well, and I look forward to seeing you and reading your posts next week when the brain fog has lifted for good, hopefully. I have a lot to share when I return. For today though, I’m closing comments. And I know I owe some replies from prior posts, so please bear with me. I’ll get to them soon. I will leave you with a quick Tanka that I wrote (with brain fog) about one of my symptoms:

each step, inch by inch,
feels like lifting cinder blocks
don’t take for granted
energy your body stores
it could vanish suddenly

Enjoy your Friday and weekend,
Lauren ❤️

A Breeze

On September 6, 2024 By Lauren Scott, AuthorIn Poetry107 Comments

Have you ever stopped to think
about the impression of a breeze…
how it brushes aside your face
like the tender touch of a lover?

I have a hunch you know
what I’m talking about…

when a heat wave invades
your personal space –
oppressive,
and each breath is as difficult
as lifting a hundred pound
bag of bricks,

a breeze, simple as one is,
whisks in as lovely as the sun ascending
in tangerines and corals over the hills
after a mass of worries
pervaded your night’s sleep.

Relief so friendly and delightful
as though being welcomed
into a new neighborhood
with a smile
and a freshly baked plate of cookies.

So, next time a breeze
leaves a soft touch upon your cheek,
place your palm over the connection,
inhaling gratitude

because sometimes,
sometimes,
the simplest of things
makes the biggest impact.

Lauren Scott
Website: baydreamerwrites.com
Author Of The Month, May 2023 Spillwords Press
Monthly Contributor, Gobbers-Masticadores Literary Website
Amazon Author Page, https://www.amazon.com/~/e/B08NCRH4MK
Author Latest Release, Ever So Gently: A Collection of Poems
Author, More than Coffee: Memories in Verse and Prose
Author, Finding a Balance: A Collection of Poetry
Author, New Day, New Dreams: A Collection of Poetry
Co-Author, Petals of Haiku: An Anthology
Co-Author, This is How We Grow
Co-Author, Poetry Treasures 2: Relationships

© Lauren Scott, Baydreamerwrites.com – All rights reserved.

We’ll be out of town next week visiting our daughter and son-in-law,
so this will be my last post for a while. Stay well, stay cool, stay safe,
and as always, thank you for visiting Baydreamer! ❤️

Anticipating Ms. Autumn

On September 1, 2024September 2, 2024 By Lauren Scott, AuthorIn Poetry, Prose, Recordings89 Comments

Happy September! I welcome the new season upon us in a few weeks with wide open arms! This summer has been stressful, and much too hot for too many consecutive days. So, cooler temps, come our way!
And on that note, Ms. Autumn has something to say…

I am not bashful. In fact, I tell it like it is, and I am thrilled that my cue for moving into your lives is coming up around the corner! In quiet moments, I reminisce on the good times when you express your oohs and aahs as I make my entrance. How I gracefully arrive donning pomegranate reds, cinnamon browns, and citrine yellows. Energy buzzes like a walk on the red carpet – a highly anticipated moment, so I have heard.

My sweet fragrance beautifies a stroll around the neighborhood. My cool touch refreshes, replacing summer’s harsh existence. And I am aware that Mr. Summer’s mood this year has been exceptionally unsympathetic toward you, my humans whom I adore!

Now regarding my work, I labor with patience and diligence – brush in hand and paint by my side to create a vibrant landscape. Lovely memories as vivid as the colors of my wardrobe…
memories of yesteryear before Mr. Raging Fire barged in, disrupting the balance of the nature of seasons.

Now, each year, a sense of dread crushes that sought-after anticipation of my arrival. And yet, defeat has not prevailed. This new reality only advises that my effort must toughen up…paint and brush lie in wait at my fingertips. The artist deep within will continue to create for you who appreciate the very essence of me.