Decastich Poems - Poems about Decastich

Aware, I may not Appeal to others. But, I know the truth The world is an illusion, Not the safe harbor for conformists; Yet, I can't be fragile just because I was, Outcasted from the heedless reign of the traitors Arrogant and stubborn they can't see the verity, but an illusion Perversion Is their abode, far from their...

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O' da' Christmas clock is a tickin' O' and da' weather is now a kickin' O' barometer in a hot cold form O' tomorrow da' weather will be warm O' in case temp-a-choor be reading hot O' cling 2' a cool hot spot O' in case temp-a-choor be reading cold O' cling 2' a hot cool a·bode O' in case temp-a-choor be reading...

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~This and That~ (Decastich) Life is short and the length of our life is not of our control. In our lifetime we often run and then we may fall. Some blame this and that, and make all kind of excuses, As we all turn the tables and sing sometimes the blues. These are some of...

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If I had seven days, I'd feed the hungry... give milk formulas to the needy mothers of the suckling babies who can't be breast-fed; what a big smile I'd put on every infant's face! And from within, I'd certainly feel a joy never experienced before! I wouldn't stop there, I'd continue searching for them... for those children who ask for bread, and a bottle of spring water... if I...

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Autumn Belle fell in a deep well, the animal rescue team came, but the well's cavity was too narrow... they waited until Tom brought a drill. And meow after meow she gradually became ill; and more famous than Hollywood stars she became, but could stardom have helped her fright, if she was hungry and trembling with fear? Yes, the chance of survival was...

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From ancient times to these modern days: aspirations, dreams, riches, power and poverty remain unchanged as it was, so it will be... if in wine there's truth, let words compromise; if peoples are nothing new with their actions ready for wondrous works or destruction, who will be praised for that grandeur... the builder who constantly labors or the destroyer who tears everything down...

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Seeing others doing harmful things, excessively drinking and using hard drugs, I say this road is the wisest one a very prudent individual could ever take, hoping that nobody will lay flowers on that spot, where a horrible crash may occur. Perhaps I've been too cautious... when it comes to save what I hold most precious, not afflicting useless pain on...

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Faberette is the name of my wild and incorrigible cat... down the stairs she scurries to keep intruders off my door; and she, with her sharps claws, challenges the most vicious dogs, who would like a match on my newly carpeted floor... without letting me breaking up the fight! Faberette, eat your food and grow strong, they will be back with their groan, but your...

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The deliberate hurt is a wound never healing, forgiveness may be granted to that soul expiring; and as the trembling lips close, serenity descends. To have loved such a person would have been wrong, not smart; nothing honorable and pleasant came out of that foul mouth. Some realize the demonic force that was behind it to cause animosity towards the kindest of hearts; then is anger...

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