D-edicate
Y-our
L-ife
A-nd
N-ever
R-elinquish
E-arnest
N-ifty
C-ommitment
H-aving
E-mployed
V-ery
A-mazing
N-oble
C-onstancy
U-nder
L-egitimate
L-oyal
A-llegiance
Topic: Birthday of Dylan Rench E. Evanculla (July 03)
Form: Vertical Monocrostic
D-rive
Y-our
L-ife
A-long
N-ice
R-oad
E-yeing
N-aturally
C-reator's
H-eavenly
E-ternal
V-iew
A-s
N-ight
C-hill's
U-sual
L-ease
L-oses
A-new
Topic: Birthday of Dylan Rench E. Evanculla (July 03)
Form: Vertical Monocrostic
I love you the best, but you LIE with your invites
Leisurely you come to entice my taste bud and hijack my brain
Oblivious to the addiction of sugary, fatty, salty foods
Victorious you come out ahead, lucrative to my waist
Eating for pleasure than hunger
French fries crisp and delicious you cannot eat just one
Oh, slathered with gooey cheese & pepperoni with sausage & tomato yummmmmm….
Onions rings, Cheese burgers, Bacon so loaded with what is bad -for -you my undoing
Desirable cravings, makes my heart a beating, swooning for the meltinyourmouth good
6/29/2016
Contest: I love food
Sponsored: Lewis Raynes
Villanelle : The Dilemma of the Non-Violent – Part Two
Fail not to get your passports all in order
Make sure the belt around your breast’s not too thick
The security check’s stringent at Death’s door
Do secret services stack agents au-delà
Moss-Add in Sea Eye Ache Am I 5 or sick ?
Fail not to get your passports all in order
Putt-Inn Quai Bee Jees F(W)rench in the Works galore
All zero-ing in from satellites swirling blick
The security check’s stringent at Death’s door
Diplomatic passports with laissez-passer
Not quite sure if Death’ll fall for the bloody trick
Fail not to get your passports all in order
Heads of State bank presidents monarchs mullah
Not quite sure if air-spaces’ reserved for their ilk
The security check’s stringent at Death’s door
Rely not on agents with chicks and coffer
In the hope Death’ll try deadly earth chick lick
Fail not to get your passports all in order
The security check’s stringent at Death’s door
© T. Wignesan – Paris, 2015
this is the end of this emotion
red sky comes to clear the day
lay flowers on the floor
for they straglers behind
and the fallen from before
for lovers past to friends of your
warped imagination
and the stranger at my door
the same old face of sorrow
and the black heart of this man
reach inside my body as just he knows he can
rench around my mind kill me from inside
break me just the same
im just sorry for the way this story goes
the memory for the good guys
dismembered in the pain
and suffering that ive felt
when the heroes past away
are we just a number
is this just a game
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