Sonnet 405

On October 31, 2020November 27, 2020 By Loubert S SuddabyIn PoemsLeave a comment

As darkness settled slowly on the land

A ghostly moon arose in sallowed white

And blackness deep no light could countermand

Encircled flames that flickered in the night.

‘Round crackling fires did purple umbras creep

There chilling spines of those around the blaze,

So haunting souls awakened by 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, 2020August 26, 2022 By Loubert S SuddabyIn Poems1 Comment

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

Then marveling how they made no single sound

Until my pen did stir them into rhyme;

And then at once they did begin to sing

Creating so the sweetest tinctured tunes

And to my fancied vision thus did bring

A cabaret of song, my soul to swoon;

There pleasured musings in my mind did play,

Awed heart now joined the chorus 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, 2020August 26, 2022 By Loubert S SuddabyIn PoemsLeave a comment

As a great metaphor through prismed minds
So often are the rays of truth portrayed;

Where each to each has visions of one kind

Dispersion of life’s verities arrayed.

The visioned content of veracity

Is well dependent on which eyes there view,

Oft bolstered more by voiced tenacity

Of tenets held, that they not be impugned.

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

The presence of all hues or none the same?

Or complicating matters, yet the blight

Of sight clear seen but knowledge quite disclaimed.

Where fact perceived is but a visioned tone,

There, as opinion, each shall clutch his own.

Sonnet 402

On October 26, 2020August 26, 2022 By Loubert S SuddabyIn PoemsLeave a comment

A poem of you, too beautiful to hold,

I would not fix it thus to memory

For then the essence of first wonder bold

Be damned unto familiarity.

What shame to so debase a beauty rare,

To simply have it hence at beck and call

And drag it forth from rote in stale compare,

To court dull ears that gods could not enthrall.

Let those sweet words remain on parchment brown

Perchance to catch an eye yet rondel blind,

Or for my sight to simply scan anon

And raise in poignancy, dear thoughts to mind.

From time to time as not to wear the rhyme,

Enjoy the wonder of a song sublime.

Sonnet 401

On October 18, 2020November 30, 2020 By Loubert S SuddabyIn PoemsLeave a comment

One glorious night of heaven did entreat

My fancy to a walk beneath the stars,

Full rising moon of silver beams replete

Whose 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, 2020December 10, 2022 By Loubert S SuddabyIn PoemsLeave a comment

Come dance with me, Selena dance with me

And we will all our love the world prove,

With shadow 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 on 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, 2020January 28, 2023 By Loubert S SuddabyIn PoemsLeave a comment

Were I but now the pitch-dark crow that files

Or yet a plain drab beetle on the ground,

A golden eagle that ascends on high

Or Yeti crab sea deep in crevice found;

Here still the light of life would course my veins

Imbuing there an essence old as time,

Thus where on high or far below the main

So share a bond that no soul can decry.

A life is still a life though great or small

And while our bonds be knit by narrow 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 ever lonely would our planet be.

Sonnet 398

On October 3, 2020January 14, 2023 By Loubert S SuddabyIn PoemsLeave a comment

Blaze autumn leaves illumine things I know

But none more poignant than of passing time;

That every thing the living earth bestows

Enjoys at best a closely measured prime.

The peak of man, a many seasoned reign

Much longer than the span of leaf or flower,

Fair still his pleasured essence sure to wane

There with the dregs of time to rest his 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;

Should here and now e’re yet that promise waive?

Sonnet 397

On October 3, 2020January 14, 2023 By Loubert S SuddabyIn PoemsLeave a comment

You search your glass for golden yesterday

But now, of sadness, nothing can you find;

Who is that woman in the mirror you say,

Her looks so wan, bright colors worn by time?

Dusk shadowed eyes now stare as hope bereft

On that aged rose whose petals, lack and lorn

Once graced the gardens of the fashioned best

As many gilded arms they vain adorned.

Where is that precious fragrance, where’s the bloom

That lured the 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, 2020December 10, 2022 By Loubert S SuddabyIn PoemsLeave a comment

We shared a pen as though a common voice,

For many miles did bar the touch of hand;

On sight of letter so did hearts rejoice

As sure as gaining gifts from foreign lands.

I checked the post on nearly every morn

There sweetest joy to find on paper white,

And read aloud, loves’s 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 did sing,

Thin bonds of ink that distance fairly strained

Seemed faded as wan 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