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...Read the rest...

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...Read the rest...

~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...Read the rest...

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...Read the rest...

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...Read the rest...

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...Read the rest...

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...Read the rest...

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...Read the rest...

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...Read the rest...