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 8th of December 2019
We have chosen
Days of Memory
SometimesIt's happened once again!
GossipAll the chores are out the way,
Weeping WillowWhere? Of where are you,
Four CrowsFor Christ sake, is that all you can carry?
Serenades to a Priceless Princess
Long Time PassingAs time passes from year to year,
Welcome to My Parlour Said the Spider to the FlyWelcome to my parlour said the spider to the fly; more aptly "Welcome to my poetry said the writer to the reader. For it as much the case for the fly as it is for the reader. If you were able to flick through the pages then maybe you wouldn't become the spiders next meal, but untangle yourself to fly away.
SortiesA quick brief on the rest of the Division.