Sonnet 405

On October 31, 2020August 10, 2025 By Loubert S SuddabyIn PoemsLeave a comment

As darkness settled slowly on the land

A ghostly moon arose in ashen white

And blackness deep no haloed light could stand,

Encircled flames that flickered in the night.

‘Round crackling fires did purple umbras creep

And chilled the spines of those around the blaze,

So haunting souls—disturbed within their keep

As tongues of orange and red lapped up their gaze;

The druids bowed and bade the wicker man

Be trussed and thrown upon the raging pyre,

Though none were ever certain of his crime,

Their chants rose up as human screams expired;

And shadows danced convulsing on the ground—

‘Til burning coals released that spirit bound.

Sonnet 404

On October 26, 2020November 25, 2024 By Loubert S SuddabyIn Poems1 Comment

I spilled a cup of words on paper down
And watched them creep across from line to line,

Still marveling how they made no single sound

Until my pen soft stirred them into rhyme;

And then at once they did begin to sing

Creating simple sweet symphonic tunes

That to my fancied vision thus did bring

A cabaret of cheer, my soul to swoon;

There pleasured musings in my mind did play

As my heart joined the meter of their song;

Wide eyes by dancing phrases were amazed,

Enthralled in wonder, there I swayed along.

From time to time I grasp a lonely pen,

There splash some words and make them sing again.

Sonnet 403

On October 26, 2020September 25, 2025 By Loubert S SuddabyIn PoemsLeave a comment

As a metaphor reflects through prismed minds
So often are the rays of truth displayed;

Each soul beholds the colors hope may find—

A rainbow of life’s verities arrayed.

This shifting spectrum of veracity

Is well dependent on which eyes there view,

Oft bolstered more by voiced tenacity

Of tenets held—that they by choice be true.

For what of hope when one sees black, one white;

All truth in hues—yet none there judged the same?

Confounding more, the frail, so human blight—

Truthfulness perceived, but yet disclaimed.

There facts are but a chosen tincture shown,

And, as opinion—each shall clutch his own.

Sonnet 402

On October 26, 2020September 25, 2025 By Loubert S SuddabyIn PoemsLeave a comment

A poem of you—too beautiful to hold

Or be imprisoned as a memory,

For then the essence of first wonders bold

Soon damn themselves with drab familiarity.

What shame to thus debase a beauty rare,

To simply have it at one’s beck and call

And drag it forth by rote in stale compare,

To court numb ears that gods could not enthrall.

Let sweetest words remain on parchment brown

Perchance to catch an eye yet rondel blind—

Or for my sight to simply view anon

And raise in poignancy, past thoughts to mind;

By seldom audit, not to dull the rhyme…

Delight in wonders of a song sublime.

Sonnet 401

On October 18, 2020July 7, 2025 By Loubert S SuddabyIn PoemsLeave a comment

One glorious night sweet heaven did entreat

My fancy to a jaunt beneath the stars,

A silver moon afloat on beams complete,

By magic essence mesmerized the moors;

I looked up to that dome of diamonds bright

Where constellations twinkled tales of yore

And traced imagined etchings, light to light,

All named menageries my memory bore.

There faces of the gods looked down on me

‘Midst creatures of the past now locked in time,

But in one corner, east, above a tree

I saw your face marked out in points sublime;

Apt asterism of the one I love—

Celestial worth the gods by tribute prove.

Sonnet 400

On October 17, 2020July 7, 2025 By Loubert S SuddabyIn PoemsLeave a comment

Come dance with me, Selena dance with me

And through our rhythmic steps let love be proved,

With simpers, sighs and foot light liberty

As with our spirits, may our bodies move.

So let me swing you high and dip you low

Then draw you close to whisper in your ear

And whirl you ‘round as arm in arm we go

Now spire you up to show we have no fear—

Let’s spin away the night, the moon and stars,

Cicada songs and tunes of nightingales

Shall be our simple homespun orchestras

Until the eastern skies begin to pale;

And love soft ever as the velvet night,

So fade as one into the morning light.

Sonnet 399

On October 7, 2020September 26, 2025 By Loubert S SuddabyIn PoemsLeave a comment

Were I but now the pitch-dark crow that flies

Or yet a plain drab beetle on the ground,

A golden eagle circling through the skies

Or Yeti crab in ocean’s crevice found—

Here still supernal light would course my veins

Imbuing there an essence old as time,

Whether I soar above or haunt the mains,

All share a bond that no soul dare malign.

A life is life—be it the great or small—

Our kinship strung on sacred, spiral strands;

Whether we run, fly, slither, swim or crawl,

All grace born of four letters writ in sand.

So if these brethren vanish, n’er to see—

How desolate our world would truly be.

Sonnet 398

On October 3, 2020September 26, 2025 By Loubert S SuddabyIn PoemsLeave a comment

Blaze autumn leaves illumine things I know

But none more poignant than of passing time;

For all the things the living earth bestows

Enjoys at best a brief and measured prime.

The height of man, a many seasoned reign—

Much longer than the span of leaf or flower,

Yet still his joy and strength begin to wane

And with time’s dregs, he yields his final hour.

What can one do but yet enjoy the bloom

That is here granted by that unseen hand,

For none it seems rejoice within the tomb—

Save worms which scriptured augurs countermand.

Thus what rings true of that beyond the grave…?

Sweet buds of spring proclaim that promise made.

Sonnet 397

On October 3, 2020September 26, 2025 By Loubert S SuddabyIn PoemsLeave a comment

You search your glass for golden yesterday—

You seek out joy, yet only sorrow find;

Who is that woman in the mirror you say,

Her looks so wan—fair colors dulled by time?

Dusk shadowed eyes now stare as hope bereft

From that aged rose whose petals, listless, lorn,

Once graced the gardens of the fashioned best

And many glossed lapels they once adorned.

Where is that precious fragrance, ah, the bloom

That lured so many like drab wings to flame?

Where lies the essence that could light a room,

That tigress presence taunting to be tamed?

There stands no greater force to humble pride

Than anguished musings of when beauty died.

Sonnet 396

On October 3, 2020September 26, 2025 By Loubert S SuddabyIn PoemsLeave a comment

We shared a pen as though a common voice,

For many miles withheld the touch of hand;

Your scented letters made my heart rejoice

As surely as fine gifts from foreign lands.

I checked the post on nearly every morn—

No sweeter joys to find on paper white,

And read aloud in tones to words adorn,

Your sprightly visage dancing in my sight.

As ways led on to ways and ardor waned,

The sun arose each day and birds would sing;

Thin bonds of ink that distance ever strains,

Seemed faded as the visions they would bring.

It isn’t that I had no more to say…

But simply that my life got in the way.

	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: October 2020

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