Sonnet 244

I wandered through the garden, thoughts on you,
‘Midst effervescent colors and perfumes,
A sash of mottled green on trellis blue
Matching the dress you wore that day in June.
Warm dappled sunlight, laughter on the wall,
A wood thrush trills your tribute to my ears,
A butterfly my fluttering heart now stalls
And briefly blurs bright vision in brimmed tears.
Soft gentle breeze, fond memory of those times,
Dear times we thought back then would never end;
The distant tinkling of the garden chimes
So breaks my heart and tears spill down again.
There in love’s shadowed gardens of my mind
Both solace and sweet sadness do I find.

© Loubert S Suddaby. All Rights Reserved.

Sonnet 243

‘‘Tis better that we parted years ago
When both were young, before the scores of time
Had ravaged youth and beauty cruelly so,
Robbing sweet innocents; a murderous crime.
Now long apart, with memory but to stand
As tribute to lost lusty languorous days,
For still my heart your beauty does command
In fading visions worn by words of praise.
Yet when I do accost that brutal glass
To brave mirrored measure of my estimate,
Your youthful visage does my ruin there mask
And my decline sojourns, a welcomed state.
I look at you, your image melds with me,
There now both young, and ever so to be.

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Sonnet 242

I fought the battle proud, braved every blow,
Took arrow deep inside my seething breast;
I felt the sabre cleave flesh to hard bone
And studded mace oft grazed my close cropped crest;
A dragoon’s lance once pierced my naked flank
And musket ball did drop the horse I rode
There, falling into mud and blood I sank
Rose up, grasped blade, and into combat strode.
Each conflict lost or won I faced with pride,
Each breath expressed in anger not in pain,
The tears I shed saved for the brave that died
That they live free, beyond a tyrant’s reign.
Know that this life, this blood, this breath we give
Is held in trust that truth may ever live.

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Sonnet 241

To fault past lovers is a waste of blame,
Two hearts together craft their own demise;
Though one may try the other yet in shame
And each to each lost virtue there decry;
Both souls complicit in the journey’s end,
Malignant action or neglect benign
Then to another’s need each love may tend
To spark a jealous heart; avenge a crime.
But love thus smitten ever bears the scar,
Deceit a trespass no amends erase,
Surrender then may calm a raging war
Though not the shameful stain of sad disgrace.
No failed love finds recompense in hate,
No sin did animus yet abrogate.

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Sonnet 240

The timeless blossoms of a jaunty spring
Leads my mind to the memory of your smile,
To times long past, these visions so do bring
Sweet respites where I sojourn for a while;
To shaded gardens where we hid from rain,
To sunny walks along a river grand;
Astride white horses, galloping the plain,
Or golden beaches, footprints burned in sand;
But spring fades into summer and beyond
And love like time must have its seasons too,
I woke one morn to find that you were gone
Yet why you left, I swear I never knew;
Still when in vernal light a bloom I see
My heart does smile, and you return to me.

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Sonnet 239

Peerless she was, peerless, beyond all reach-
Embossed in mind, a sylph forever young,
A beauty rare that no tongue dared impeach
So oft in murmured praise, her virtues sung;
Arresting when she walked into a room,
At once all eyes her loyal subjects there,
All lips fell dumb, as quiet as a tomb,
Each gaze now locked into a shameless stare.
What sovereign can so rule by sight alone,
Her simple smile observed as broad decree,
All pride and purpose seeming overthrown,
All vassals such detained by grand esprit.
Gods’ mighty earth subservient to a flower;
So is the wondrous reach of beauty’s power.

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Sonnet 238

What now of love, adorned with golden rings,
Sweet vows o’er seen and blessed by reverent tongue,
Proud ears convened to hear gods’ oath there ring,
Consecrated thus in raptured song;
Celestial light, the matrimonial sun
Soars over mountain and engulfs the land
Bestowing glorious dreams of two as one,
Crowned purpose sure forever there to stand.
But rings of gold can dull, debased by time
And lofty pledge may fall on deafened ears,
Sung hymns may lose tune, timbre, pace and rhyme
And effervescent smiles condense to tears.
The course of love lies oft beyond our will;
To hold that sacred cup, and never spill.

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Sonnet 237

Sweet spring! The resurrection of the world!
Resurgence of new life upon the land;
Wintertide’s retreat, it’s frosty flag up furled
‘Midst piping songs and flowered sweet command;
There heralding summer’s conquest, green and bold,
Gathering auric riches from the sun,
Ladening trees and fields with verdant gold
And burdening with fruit stiff branches down;
So on to autumn with its piquant hues;
The orange, the yellow and bright crimson red
Resplendent hills besplashed in paint anew,
Late summer’s bounty burgeoning the shed.
A pageantry of life in seasoned time;
Each trip around our orb a gift sublime.

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Sonnet 236

What will you think of me when I have gone
To windswept shore or yet proud rising land,
Off to those dreams that I fed soul upon,
My rod and reel or rifle in my hand;
Beyond the sad corruption of the day
Or yet the daunting fears of sullied night,
To timeless hope where way leads to blessed way,
Pastoral scenes to ever grace my sight.
Will you remember then all battles fought,
Great wars fair won, and those lost in despair;
Where win or lose, was victory ever sought,
My glory and defeat in equal share;
And when they play for me the final fife,
Recall from every score, I bled pure life.

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Sonnet 235

Do you recall betwixt those smoldering sheets
Where passioned loins did oft ignite a fire,
Amorous eyes that burned in lust replete
Hot breath that reeked burnt honeyed sweet desire?
So there to hold your fervor in my arms
And feel the heat of raging ravenous thighs
Drawn in so deep into the cauldron’s charm
There spasm quenched, amidst your scorching cries;
And sweat on sweat the bright pyre now assuaged,
Two heaving breasts like seething bellows roar,
Yet craving hands implore that love spent swage
To raise and ream the steaming rent once more.
Then ardor spent, no embers left to quell;
Bathed thus in glow of heaven and sweet hell.

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