Sonnet 441

On January 30, 2021June 25, 2023 By Loubert S SuddabyIn PoemsLeave a comment

The raven rides on wings of ebony

His blackened soul to tarnish heaven’s air,

That ragged blight that skyward eyes oft see,

Called by foul fate to feed on death’s despair.

So damned, this symbol dour of dark macabre

Brings thus unto the world a visage grim,

Stark images of ruin and corpses gnawed,

Tableaux of Hell in lurid light now limned.

A devil’s angel so beset on earth

As clever yet as any that gained flight,

Swoops down on hearts where blessed hope is dearth

And where no flower of joy may e’re see light.

Oh bird of doom leave now that graven shrine

Wherein but lies the dearest heart divine!

Sonnet 440

On January 30, 2021October 23, 2022 By Loubert S SuddabyIn PoemsLeave a comment

What can we say of love, but it sustains

In shrouding darkness and in hailing light;

Where all else fails, she as a truth remains

To stay a beacon in the blackest night.

Love is the hope that guides man on his way

And gives sound purpose to his passage there;

Of love’s grand scope, no words can truly say

Though strive we must in prose, in poems and prayer.

No life more proudly served than lived in love,

No greater blessing yet has God bestowed;

Pure light eternal cast from heav’n above,

To warm of mortal hearts when blood runs cold.

Though happiness seems bound to earthly things;

No greater bliss exceeds what true love brings.

Sonnet 439

On January 30, 2021November 5, 2023 By Loubert S SuddabyIn PoemsLeave a comment

So when benevolence shall pride a king

To shun the edicts of a lordly crown,

In guilted supplication so to bring

Some wise salvation he does craft alone;

A proud belief that hectored serfs upraised

Might now rejoice, his moral worth confirmed,

Where he of shameful power now erased,

Is then by rule of heaven set assured.

A sovereign blessed, by charity undone,

Vanquished sure as in a battle lost

As many a righteous purpose set in stone

Shall proffer bliss where Hell is but the cost.

Yes once the king of guilt, now but pride’s fool,

Held there in chains by those he once did rule.

Sonnet 438

On January 30, 2021February 11, 2021 By Loubert S SuddabyIn PoemsLeave a comment

What of proud reason where we see ourselves

Not as we are but as we feign to be;

There not unto true character to delve

Where truth discerned might drop one to the knees.

While in the harshest light of morning’s glass

We primp and preen the image we behold,

But of our inward self cannot, alas

Have any vision of that truly told.

Here then awareness reft of simple truth,

Save of sopped flattery or jaundiced claim

Assumes the bastard forms that we so choose

And in blind arrogance, our virtue name.

Blessed by a mirror, outward truth appraised,

But of the soul, what insight to dispraise?

Seasons of You

On January 24, 2021 By Loubert S SuddabyIn PoemsLeave a comment

The winter lives in blacks and whites

The spring in pinks and blues,

The summer in warm green delight

The autumn, golden hues;

In you I see all rays of bright

And yet soft shadows too,

You wear proud colors day and night

And every season through!

Kaleidoscope Dreams

On January 24, 2021February 18, 2023 By Loubert S SuddabyIn PoemsLeave a comment

I kissed you in slumber my love

When you in pure sweet dreams did roam

With stars all a twinkling above

You made a soft tremulous moan

I stroked your dark hair and you smiled

The smile of a siren at sea

Your visage as soft as a child’s

I pondered on where you might be

Where do you sojourn my dearest

When moonlight so swaddles your bed

There shines your innocence clearest

As somewhere in dreamland you tread

Wish upon hope I could join you

Magnificent castles in air

A shining gold carriage for two

Would jauntily carry us there

Alone in a magical garden

In joy I would break into song

And praising in poetry ardent

I’d soft serenade you ‘til dawn

At sunrise when you awaken

Sure no one knows where you’ve been

A wink will make your heart quicken

As there of fond memories you glean

And so in moonlight when sleeping

May I gently take your slight hand

To join you in reveries fleeting

And dance in kaleidoscopes grand!

Sonnet 437

On January 24, 2021November 5, 2023 By Loubert S SuddabyIn PoemsLeave a comment

Cold tears of winter fall upon my sill

From frozen eaves the risen sun now chides,

Retreating snow is herded into rills

Conceding ground from which fresh blooms arise.

So sweet the perfume in the zephyrs’ arms,

So soft the blush of nascent forest leaves,

Delightful more, idyllic woodland charms

Of vernal songsters revering on the breeze.

‘Tis now as ever thoughts will turn to love

And so of you this primrose promise brings

The chorused songs of angels from above

Whose vestal strains give all life’s spirits wings.

I see you here in each form hope commends,

A world bestirred by love that never ends.

Sonnet 436

On January 16, 2021August 19, 2023 By Loubert S SuddabyIn PoemsLeave a comment

Your eyes burn with the fire that Caesar saw,

Your lips the sweetness Paris strove to claim,

Your truth locked in the charm Napoleon wore,

Your ardor’s might Potemkin sought to tame;

No storied torch of ages holds your light

Which shines more bright than Layla’s kindled cause,

So striking Pyramus blind upon the sight

Of Thisbe’s veil draped in the lion’s jaws.

No love more real, no fervor as profound,

No moment of desire could be more grand,

No truer heart by fate did love confound,

No knight more proud has ever make this stand.

I pledge my life to you forever more,

Yet proved untrue, there put me to the sword.

Sonnet 435

On January 11, 2021November 5, 2023 By Loubert S SuddabyIn PoemsLeave a comment

At times I write and poetry absconds

As if bound verse were longing to be free,

Here yet my pen commands that it belong

Unto some stilted hackneyed harmony.

While any scribe it seems can dash out prose

As children often crayon outside lines,

The point is to a cogent ode compose

While keeping it within the realm of rhyme.

This is the truest challenge of the bard

To have his rune perform as cultured dance

Where every chosen word in that regard,

Through artistry will imagery enhance.

But let me state, a thought is still a thought,

Though writ by fools, and when it rhymeth not!

She’s Gone

On January 11, 2021February 18, 2023 By Loubert S SuddabyIn PoemsLeave a comment

Love was once a raging fire

Yet soon to be a funeral pyre,

While all good things must come to pass,

I really did enjoy her ash.

Loubert S Suddaby poems

Month: January 2021