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Right Remedy

D-istancing
E-ffectively
M-akes
Y-ou

S-afe
E-mploying
B-etter
A-nd
R-ight
R-emedy
O-f
T-otally
I-solating
N-astiness

Topic: Birthday of Demy N. Sebarrotin (April 11) 
Form: Vertical Monocrostic

Result of Toil

D-ivine
E-xcellent
M-essage
Y-ields

S-weet
E-xpression's
B-eauty
A-s
R-emarkable
R-esult
O-f
T-oil
I-s
N-oted

Topic: Birthday of Demy N. Sebarrotin (April 11) 
Form: Vertical Monocrostic

Morning Meeting

D-awn 
E-agerly 
M-eets 
Y-ou 

Topic: Birthday of Demy Novicio (April 11) 
Form: Vertical Monocrostic


Premium Member Swan Lake

Satin shoes, for years, 
I wore upon my feet;
Bound around my
Ankles with
Expectations 
I could never meet,
On bloodied toes
That languished 
In a pirouette 
Of self-defeat;
Wearing slippers
That tried in vain
To polonaise
Your dreams.

~~~~~~

Written:  Jan 24, 2011


Author’s note:    In the story of Swan Lake, it is told
                          that the lake was formed from tears.
 

Definition of ballet terms:

Pirouette: whirl or spin - a complete turn of the body on one foot, 
                 on point or demy Pointe.

Polonaise:  Processional dance in 3/4 time with which the court ballets 
                  of the seventeenth century were opened and can be seen  
                   today in Swan Lake and Sleeping Beauty

What Are Tears

What are tears, but shattered dreams built up over years.
All, god hears!
Showers pore over tenderness so sore.
I want more!
Why love when pain makes a big we stain.
It’s enough to drive an angel insane.
Run far away from emotions you feel have begun.
Beware it’s real!
Temptation applies right down to it’s heals.
The sole peals.
It is a lie that steadily dies.
This becomes a demy.
It takes you high then back down to a blasphemy sigh.
It becomes merely shy
But dicises itself as sweet honey pie.
Misery and love are a tie.
Make a witness upon our eyes.
It is light and dark as night.
It can also fall out of sight between boundaries of black and Wight.
You cannot hold it tight.
It’s not worth the fight.
It sells the wedding bells.
It brings it to raging hells.
Love is not what it spells.
A paining chest knows best, it will sever the covering breast.

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