Sonnet 376

On June 28, 2020January 29, 2023 By Loubert S SuddabyIn PoemsLeave a comment

I met sweet Sylvia by a laughing stream

One broken fragment of a summer’s day,

She floated to me as a sylph borne dream,

Her raven hair festooned in ribbons gay;

A hint of perfume on the incensed air,

Burnt ardor smoldering in the golden sun

With eyes afire, her simple soul laid bare—

My heart rejoiced in triumph seeming won.

Warm flowered leas soft embered into night,

While sighs of love enraptured in a swoon,

Her naked skin sleek silvered in faint light,

Cascading hair now ripples of the moon;

And flesh unto seared flesh in passion burned:

Of love or lust two hearts lay unconcerned.

Sonnet 375

On June 28, 2020January 29, 2023 By Loubert S SuddabyIn PoemsLeave a comment

Being born of a worldly age I bow

To all the teachings history may now show,

For oft when choosing action for the hour

A lucid past may wisdom there bestow.

What has been done before oft shows the way

Wherein effect and cause play out their part,

So distillations of steeped time may sway

Resolutions the tried and true impart.

Thus may we learn from pondering prior faults

And glean from them as much as triumphs past;

To shutter knowledge such in ancient vaults

Is to be blind at how life’s die are cast;

For what’s to be oft rests on what’s transpired;

In tested acts lie wit and worth conspired.

Sonnet 374

On June 28, 2020February 5, 2023 By Loubert S SuddabyIn PoemsLeave a comment

Her passing there was but a fond dismay

For those who loved her knew it was her time;

I paid respects though I was far away

Lost in another land, another rhyme.

She was both mentor and a precious friend;

The letter came to me a bit too late

And found me sitting with my pen in hand

While she was softly closing heaven’s gate;

Her worth to me? Why I may never know—

The gift of knowledge has no measured part,

That endless treasure that she did bestow

I spend in homage to her favored art;

And here inscribed in ink on paper white,

I yield another tribute to her light.

Sonnet 373

On June 26, 2020February 5, 2023 By Loubert S SuddabyIn PoemsLeave a comment

You are my refuge from embattled days,

And too my strength in every dire hour,

You are the light when sorrow clouds glad ways,

Your gentle touch can all my soul empower;

I look upon your face and feel at peace,

Still marveling at the beauty of your eyes,

The softness of your voice can woe surcease,

Your smile to hail all hearts in sweet emprise.

I thank the gods that brought you here to me

That on my journey I not trek alone;

Though I in perilous combat beaten be

Shall have this precious angel tend my wounds;

I think of all my struggles and life’s pain…

And smile each time I look on you again.

Sonnet 372

On June 21, 2020February 4, 2023 By Loubert S SuddabyIn PoemsLeave a comment

Two worlds collided in a pub one day

Venus and Mars, as I recall quite clear;

A cataclysmic clash that there did spray

Meteors of fire both far and near;

The molten lava from those cloven cores

Spewed forth into the darkest depths of space

Until the visage black of heaven bore

Clawed streaks of light ‘cross his celestial face.

The slag did cool and gravity won out

Save comets spawned that did strike out alone,

In numbing silence, fragments strewn about

Formed in terse orbit mighty belts of stone…

Yet in another bar, my flag unfurled,

I raise a pint: Destroyer of new worlds.

Sonnet 371

On June 21, 2020August 23, 2020 By Loubert S SuddabyIn PoemsLeave a comment

It doesn’t seem like Father’s Day today,

The sun has risen, soft winds now rock the trees

Much like the hand upon those cradle days

Which lingers on in blissful memories.

My children are now gone with lives their own

Yet still I hear their laughter on the stairs;

I see their playful images have grown

To take their lofty place among the stars.

So aches the heart that causes tears to fall,

So falls the rain that makes sweet flowers grow,

So comes the snows that blanket over all,

So passes time … I know, I know, I know.

Some years ago sweet doves from home embarked;

Their shadowed wings still beat within my heart.

Sonnet 370

On June 19, 2020January 29, 2023 By Loubert S SuddabyIn PoemsLeave a comment

Inside the human heart there burns a fire,

Dispelling darkness, showing souls the way,

To buoy up spirits that they never tire

On their sweet passage through life’s mortal fray.

Fond visions shared stay ever shining bright,

Harsh burdens borne by two are less the more;

Dark sorrow twained seems half the less by light,

Twinned happiness like wings, best set to soar.

The storied worth of joy is rare of one

As smiles begetting smiles are quick to show,

The living song of life more clearly sung

When harmonized in tender timed rondo.

No greater gift to man from God above

Than hearts conjoined in timeless, endless love.

Sonnet 369

On June 19, 2020July 9, 2022 By Loubert S SuddabyIn PoemsLeave a comment

Good bye my dear, I know you’ve found another,

And I will spare the awkwardness and pain

Of lovers true, now ever cleft asunder—

For words and tears can nothing further gain.

Your trunk lies packed and waiting by the door,

Please read the note that bids you leave the key;

No need to settle any further score,

All bonds are gone, bound spirits now set free;

What does it matter what was said or done,

Or who did what unto and when and where?

This love born out of truth is surely gone,

All hope lies razed, beyond a gods’ repair.

So bleeds two hearts that once blushed red with love,

Blanched in despair atonement cannot salve.

Word Play

On June 14, 2020February 5, 2023 By Loubert S SuddabyIn PoemsLeave a comment

I’ll let the words run wild today

For I have nothing much to say,

No constraints of schemed up rhyme

Or metered feet restrained by time;

Just couplet hands soft held in verse

Where pleasured dreams their songs rehearse;

Terse similes and metaphors

Can wait in line outside the door,

Dropping consonants all the same,

Alliteration is their game;

Quick to strive for strong allusion

Hinting names of known conclusion;

Far to prone to anaphora,

Far to prone to simply bore ya.

Rude assonance and dissonance

Stay on the sidewalk by the fence,

For no enjambment do we need

To state how simple words be freed;

Hyperbole, much like my song

Is overwrought and over done,

And so I here, inversion prone

Do full accept each lurid groan;

Where did my precious words embark?

Why Onomatopoeia Park!

To jump and bump and squeal and screech,

It keeps them neatly off the street.

Deft in childish animation

Mimicking personification

Where in playful synecdoche

They grow a little more like me,

Quite not afraid to bend a phrase

Or to a strident voice upraise,

Not worried so to whom offend

And dreaming quite outside the pen,

Imagining that imagery

Is best what you, not others see.

Where have my phrases gone today?

But why, of course, they’re out to play.

Sonnet 368

On June 14, 2020February 5, 2023 By Loubert S SuddabyIn PoemsLeave a comment

Proud legacy born out of pure white snow

Emerging there a changeling from the ice,

Of ancient gods which to a world bestowed

A charter to subdue the world by right:

‘Be fruitful, multiply, fill the earth,

And subdue it: and have dominion over

The sea, … and everything that moveth;’

So did this pallid proxy rise to foster

The edict of those Holy words decreed—

All sapient might his brain and hand could muster,

Did dominate the lands, the skies and seas.

His brethren every progress did adopt,

Besmirching yet all wonders that he wrought.

	Steven on Sonnet 556
	julesbikepoems on Sonnet 404
	Meramolin B. on Sonnet 414
	Thalena on In Black and White
	pairunoyd on A Thought

	Steven on Sonnet 556
	julesbikepoems on Sonnet 404
	Meramolin B. on Sonnet 414
	Thalena on In Black and White
	pairunoyd on A Thought

Loubert S Suddaby poems

Month: June 2020