Dreamer

What do you do with a dreamer
A man who still thinks he can fly,
Whose heart is a vagabond schooner
And yearns but to live ‘til he dies.
 
Is he the one you would follow
As he treks to his place in the sun
And does his minstrel voice call you
To sing with him under the moon?
 
Life is a dream that awakens
In hell or in sweet paradise
And to whither our dear souls be taken
Depends on our truth and our lies.
 
So follow your heart as it beckons
And always to self be yet true,
Life is a journey that reckons
But still only asks you be you.
 
Then what about life with a dreamer
The one who believes he can fly,
There so let your heart be the leader
You never will know ‘til you try!

© Loubert S Suddaby. All Rights Reserved.

Sonnet 362

I have not sent you any poems today
Sweet thoughts in verse seem meaningless to you,
Nor do they lift your spirits to relay
Fond cursive hope of passion to imbue.
I am not sure what values you espouse
Nor by what measure you make count of worth,
Save fame and fortune can your zest arouse
While my mean state eschewed as hapless curse.
For thirty pieces you would sell your soul
Where to my stock, my lot a simple pen,
Though if this quill were purely made of gold
You might a jot of interest so expend;
Here now at setting sun I sit and write,
As you fade ever softly into night.

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Sonnet 361

A painted lady on a fine white horse,
What Freudian images do there so convene—
But too enunciate aloud, of course,
Would be at best a slight, at worst, demean;
Perhaps to sit side saddle would forgive
The scan of psychoanalytic eyes
Yet who of balanced conscience would forbid
That she embrace the steed with open thighs?
Of human purpose when we so propose
Subconscious method unto every act,
There reading thus beneath the lines disclose
Attempts to thrust in bias, or so redact;
Where courser be a stallion, or yet as ass,
Anima revealed by how we so assess.

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Sonnet 360

She drowned me in a lust beyond compare
And I, drawn deep beneath those passioned waves
‘Midst grip so tight that I did beg for air
As she ensconced me in her watery maze;
Soon I did learn to breathe that caustic brine,
My eyes  did slowly acclimate to see
The vastness of her sub aquatic shrine,
That dark pelagic prison ‘neath the sea.
Each night I dined on tender fruit de mer
While serenaded by sweet sirens’ songs,
Fair nereids tended to my every care—
I learned her name was Amphitrite before long.
She kept a pack of Hydras in a cage…
Which I did choose to face o’er Neptune’s rage.

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Sonnet 359

Sweet dabs of springtime on that pleasured lea
Gently swaying beneath a golden sun,
Pert yellows, reds, and blues in harmony
Nod to the tune of zephyrs songs there sung;
The distant forest smudged in pastel green
Gives praise unto the ever azured blue,
Feathered florets in leafy grottos preen
Then rise in chorus from their verdant pews.
So seems it now as at the very first
When Eden blossomed bright upon the stage,
Pure life brought forth from chaos unrehearsed
With all the splendor providence could wage.
A fragment  of the world here heaven spun;
A jot of time from when the earth was young.

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Sonnet 358

What is the price of beauty, what the cost,
Unseemly men oft pardoned by the purse—
But when so purchased, is sweet virtue lost,
Does female vanity proud worth enhearse?
How oft upon the street all eyes may see
A flower fair adorning plain lapel,
Yet floret worn by pauper, n’er to be
Lest angels fall from heaven or rise from hell.
Perhaps the glint of gold makes women blind
To all the faults that moneyed men possess,
Or is it merely that light hearts wax kind
To wanting forms that Venus failed to bless?
For where in love does lucre play a part,
Save bargain blush to paint a paper heart.

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Sonnet 357

What is marriage if not a promise born,
Born out of love of one soul for the other;
A union forged to brave all earthly scorn
Where two hearts join in pledge that lasts forever.
Covenant sworn transcending mortal death,
Proudly weathering all the scores of time,
Whispered endearments affirmed in final breath:
‘My sweet, I’ll see you soon in paradise.’
What gift divine to face life hand in hand
And walk together on a journey blessed,
No human passage ever proved as grand
As hallowed course begun in love professed.
No bond thus formed shall ever know defeat,
Two hearts so joined do make of one complete.

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Sonnet 356

A motley couple they were deemed to be,
In love as strong as any by compare
Though of that bond no worth could others see
And eyes did oft in condemnation stare.
Perhaps in different times, a different age,
With love ordained or blessed by greater gods
They might not feel the scorch of civil rage
Or feel their caring so should be at odds;
But where does rare love ever find a place
That some convention does not press or bind
And why must human longing seek of grace,
Where benediction such seems partly blind?
Thus of their union, none could ever say,
If they were truly happy, or just gay.

© Loubert S Suddaby. All Rights Reserved.

Sonnet 355

What merry music makes the month of May!
Songsters singing to each frost worn winter ear,
Branches festooned in wedding garlands sway,
To choruses of sun’s sweet summers’ cheer;
Bright radiant hope extols a world reborn
Dappling through viridian tinted trees
While cruel April leaves the stage forlorn
Fair hastened by a perfume scented breeze.
The earth resplendent, rising from the grave
In proud hosannas sung by joyful breath
Bidding farewell to ice wind sanctioned knaves,
Sealing their fate in nascent beauty blessed;
As was the first so shall it be at last,
Salvation shines when mighty shadows pass.

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