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 19th of October 2019
We have chosen
Days of Memory
TransitionThe final astral mission,
White Coats and Blue DressesThey wheeled me through the automatic doors,
Calling InspirationThe sky was ablaze out toward the west,
Where's the WallWhere's the wall I'm trying to find,
Serenades to a Priceless Princess
Wounded in ActionA tremor;
Title to SongOh I do recall my first, real, memory,
He Calls Me SlothThe Master, he calls me Sloth,