Defeat has no true foothold here And neither dares it come too near Triumph rather has its home Free to come and free to roam Halls and bedrooms, granting life Where once defeat held his knife. Defeat's no longer welcome here And neither dares it come too near.
I hold a treasure in my heart Content to feel again I rest From truth I never will depart: This love erases pain I'm blessed For truth heals all without reward And joy unfolds in mirth So cease All darkness, flee before the Lord Triumphant in his birth
When comes the old man winter in, Comports himself like king and crown There's naught to do but let him win For bones have no defense deep down We might as well just let him win; There's no resisting king and crown. Perhaps the host can
Stupid floor-socks. Lie in a heap Straining marriage And causing fights Darn the socks (As in, curse) Put aside Difference; Live in Peace. postscript For day 23 of The diminished hexaverse. I could have written something beautiful with this form, but I wrote about how my husband leaves his stupid
I remain cold and wooden, blank and dull in the face of giants And the crashing of planets, it stirs not a chill on my spine. How long must storms rage, and the universe tremble before I live? Forced to look on you, I disturb the universe With my pen