Sonnet 383

On July 29, 2020August 9, 2020 By Loubert S SuddabyIn PoemsLeave a comment

What would it mean to say I loved you more,

More than sweet sighs of poets past proclaimed—

The essence of true love needs no compare

And by such measure, is in part defamed.

Why should sure bond need terms like ‘stronger than’?

Superlatives like ‘sweeter none shall be’;

Or, ‘Higher than an eagles soaring span,

Far broader than an ocean, lee to lee’?

No, peerless love cannot be judged in kind

Nor matched to unions on a former stage,

Pure love affirmed is not a cadenced rhyme

Borne by trite musings of a gallants’ rage;

It is a promise, here by heaven blessed

That when so true, needs nothing more professed.

Sonnet 382

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

I set upon a jaunt in sun dried air,

The rain of hours ago now passed away;

Of cobalt blue, the sky lay broad and bare,

No clouds remained to portend damp dismay.

What pleasure pure to find you on my walk

Into blessed woods that beckoned warm delight;

I bade you come and join me for small talk

That we escape the numb of boredom’s blight.

We made our way into the grottoes green

Past worldly worry and the weight of bond

Into the holy peace of sylvan dreams

That soothe the souls of wayward vagabonds;

There laughter joined and in locked step and stride,

Found secret places hope and love abide.

Sonnet 381

On July 17, 2020January 28, 2023 By Loubert S SuddabyIn PoemsLeave a comment

I contemplate upon these words that float

Into my conscience like bright clouds on high,

Wherein ethereal essence can promote

Grand images of splendor in my mind;

Ephemeral content which resides in part

Upon chromatic glasses mood may don

Or yet some passioned moment of the heart

That shines like errant rays from heaven down.

There shape unto new shape in auras form

That so suffuse these icons of the air

Which scintillate in joy of rapture born

And morph into new visions strange and rare.

In loops of ink I weave a tapestry

Of love and light which I now give to thee.

Sonnet 380

On July 17, 2020January 28, 2023 By Loubert S SuddabyIn PoemsLeave a comment

Forever blinded by a shameful past,

Nothing but retribution now to see,

Painting pictures ever more aghast

There always bound to was, not what might be.

Distraught by faulty grievances forgone,

Unable so to turn another cheek,

Not knowing that the truth of being strong

Lies in the placid faces of the meek;

Forgiveness, not forgetting vile sin—

For to forget ensures that naught is learned,

All journeys need a point where they begin;

What future lies upon a past that’s burned?

Ashes to ashes, dust to dust presumed;

For what to profit when black hate’s exhumed?

Sonnet 379

On July 17, 2020January 29, 2023 By Loubert S SuddabyIn PoemsLeave a comment

What is beauty if not a gift divine,

Given by gods to bless the mortal few?

But as sheer raiment which soon wears with time,

That magic fabric still will not renew;

And yet what woman would not wear the gown

Of gilded grace that Venus can bestow,

So set to dress for but the here and now…

To flit and flirt amidst life’s greatest show;

Yet like fine dress of matchless thread there spun

No mortal weave transcends the bounds of fate,

From regal robe to dingy dowd undone —

All dims with time, save hues on heaven’s gate;

Sweet bounty granted yet what price there paid;

Keen mirrored anguish when the cachet fades.

Sonnet 378

On July 13, 2020January 29, 2023 By Loubert S SuddabyIn PoemsLeave a comment

Where are we now, we two of likened mind,

Our hearts and souls still bound together—one;

Yet of stark difference we in time now find

That each unto each personage stands alone.

What hand now reaches first ‘cross chasm wide?

Which lips express remorse unto which ear?

As we in pressured silence time now bide

Wherein each failing minute seems a year;

We cannot lay dear love in battle down,

And watch her blood drain dry upon that field;

In homage to sweet past my head I bow

And so on blended knee now choose to yield;

I cannot live a day without your love,

Your heart this revelation may so move.

Sonnet 377

On July 11, 2020January 29, 2023 By Loubert S SuddabyIn PoemsLeave a comment

That land afore from which I sprang calls true

As church bell clear upon a Sunday morn,

And memory such of all I know or knew

Comes rushing back as echoes I have known;

The farm springs to my sight in green and gold,

Pastoral scenes there burnished by the sun;

Sweet memories rise in tears eyes cannot hold

And silver rivulets down worn cheeks now run.

There sparkles bright the lakes and streams I swam,

The trees I scarred with hearts of love once dreamed,

The hills still ringing with proud songs I sang,

Broad pastured fields whereon soft moonlight gleamed.

A boy once left those fields, the earth to roam…

And of a world so wide, still calls them home.

	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: July 2020