Welcome to Dincaras Lair,
If you have browsed throughout our site, you would have no doubt encountered some poems along the way.
They have been randomly selected from the collections below and published within the site.
This poetry was written for many purposes, the main one being therapy to let the demons out. Other reasons would be of course love. Love for everything and everyone.
Below, is a randomly selected poem from our collations.
Every day we will pick a random collection and add a button to view it in it's entirity. Some have been put into their correct order, others are a shamble.
This is to keep everyone honest, and means you have to come back tomorrow and see what's on the slab.
Today, being the 26th of January 2020
We have chosen
Days of Memory
InsanityInsanity, it makes me cold,
GossipAll the chores are out the way,
ChessBlack is to start this game.
Things UnseenDisadvantaged by isolation I see naught,
Serenades to a Priceless Princess
A New SenseSomething tells me it’s going to be all right,
A Gathering of KinThe Four came to the one,
Foreword (The Garden)Garden is a small shire, within the boundaries of the sinister Nothing. The people, both animated and mortal, keep their shire clean and beautiful. They also protect their shire from natural foes. Life is usually calm and tranquil in this serene shire, known as Garden.