#discussions
Give me some answers
To questions I pose
Convince me of their merit
Be honest be bold
Let's start a debate
Research and find facts
Rather than fooling ourselves
By accepting unproven hacks
(c)near_lane7
Nov 26, 2020
Nov 26, 2020 at 6:18 AM UTC
we're going to speak
the language of love
all through the
night
we're going to speak
the language of love
until the dawning
light
it'll be so fine
talking in a familiar
lingo
we'll voice it
in an intimate
tango
the meeting and meshing
of close
dialogue
an imbibing with
a special
monologue
let's commence our love
discussions
there is much to these lyrical
percussions
it's so powerful
in the message it
communicates
our linguistics
will enjoy the highest of
rates
we're going to speak
the language of love
all through the
night
we're going to speak
the language of love
until the dawning
light
Jun 16, 2018
Jun 16, 2018 at 7:27 AM UTC
It's a sinous path
and the whole way is endless
It scares you so much
and you are being senseless
Bright fog and no light
that's all you can see
Darkness behind you,
but you cannot feel me
You fear the next step
afraid of losing
The limbo is real
and reality is looming
Nothing aside,
no ups nor downs.
Unless you get it through
you will never get out
Step, step.
The door will be there
It is all on you
to figure out where
Apr 8, 2016
Apr 8, 2016 at 5:48 AM UTC
I feel the breeze brush my skin.
I feel nostalgia begin.
And I just want to sit awhile
And let it all sink in.
Sit here with me
Under the shade of this oak tree,
Whose branches we would climb
When we were younger,
Long before we lost the hunger
To go beyond the world we knew.
So what do you say
We pass away the afternoon
Just staring up at the sky?
Finding pictures in the clouds
As they go passing by.
We can talk of days long gone,
The things we've done,
The roads we're on
And people we use to know.
Discuss all the little things:
Family, friends and enemies,
And see where the stories go.
We can let the day fade
As we sit within the shade.
I can feel the night time cold.
On my memories it pulls.
And the familiarity
Has got me feeling old.
Lean against the bark with me,
Where we once carved our names for all to see.
Etchings that have long since faded
Through the battering storms.
The same clashes and bashes and lighting flashes
That left us all weathered and worn.
We can name the constellations
That our memories still retain,
And make up our own
For all the stars that still remain.
Let's discuss the existential questions:
The meaning of it all.
Embrace the cluelessness in
The conclusions that we draw.
And when there's nothing more to say,
No more answers to be reached,
We can pass away the darkness
In the silence finally breached.
Aug 5, 2015
Aug 5, 2015 at 6:27 PM UTC
(an acrostic of 10W X 5 lines)
D-addy, like an idol, rarely closes his eyes...he is
A-lways patient...eagerly hears us...though tired from work, he
D-elights in our silly, lively, sometimes significant, or even stalemated
D-iscussions...he even joins in, and contributes to our childish
Y-abber........he's our idol...our friend...he is our DADDY!
Sally
Copyright June 20, 2015
Rosalia Rosario A. Bayan
Jun 21, 2015
Jun 21, 2015 at 11:33 PM UTC
In a café
Rich aroma of
Coffee brew
Morning welcome
Happy faces
Flitting newspaper pages
Reads the world story
Over aromatic coffee
Discuss local happenings
Perfect blend of
World with the neighborhood
Over cups of coffee
Animated discussions
Some ideas may
Change the world
Microcosm will fit
Perfectly in the macrocosm
Small world
Can make a difference
May 23, 2015
May 23, 2015 at 10:32 AM UTC