Sonnet 450

On February 27, 2021September 19, 2025 By Loubert S SuddabyIn PoemsLeave a comment

You have been liberated, I set you free,

Now free to search the corridors of time,

Yes free to chase all life’s base forgeries—

The gilded dross society enshrines.

What tenet proffered helped you to decide?

What chosen path subtends eternal bliss?

What crafted compass shall your soul now guide

Lest darker force should lead you more amiss?

Goodbye to surly bonds of hearth and home,

And trying little hands that sap your life;

No burdened homilies black as a tomb

That fail to venerate the peerless wife.

You are absolved, all obligations shorn;

And from false faith—a new oppression born.

Sonnet 449

On February 27, 2021September 20, 2025 By Loubert S SuddabyIn PoemsLeave a comment

Where yet fake virtue is now worn as fame

As plastic crown on some bare, naked pate;

And of dark sanctimony which bears false name,

Reveals a sham frank words must never state;

‘I speak no evil—this coronet my charm

To ward off spirits that past principles decay,

And so do grant myself all pious norms

With power to punish those who turn away.’

So now here self-proclaimed, a moral god

Crowned, ever in proud pompous air to rule

O’er serfs deserving but to be down trod—

Where every word they utter proves them fools.

This darkling vaudeville of hypocrisy—

So much the prelude to rank tyranny.

Sonnet 448

On February 21, 2021September 21, 2025 By Loubert S SuddabyIn PoemsLeave a comment

Behold the tiger, proud, whose failing light—

That flickering flame of orange now fading fast;

Lost in the dwindling jungle’s waning night

Where once he burned—eternity to last.

Few prey now feel those dreadful scimitars,

That feared blood-roar beneath a yellow moon,

Or see that snarling muzzle rife with scars

And know the terror face of certain doom—

Of embered amber eyes to see no more,

No shadowed paths fresh spoored by hidden claws;

No matchless stealth to haunt the forest’s floor—

His rough rasped chuff forever given pause.

Yes He who made him also made the lamb…

And marked as well the insolence of man.

Sonnet 447

On February 21, 2021September 21, 2025 By Loubert S SuddabyIn PoemsLeave a comment

Soft snow now falling fast upon more snow,

Ice-feathered flakes upon the fields to rise

And robed in white, the solemn cornstalk rows—

Stark pikemen stayed, to winter’s might apprise.

The vanquished trees dark branches supplicate

Beneath that raglan parka they now bear,

Yet in disgrace they stand still proud and straight

To mock the frozen manacles they wear;

But winter’s mischief still is not here done,

His gelid breath now chills with frigid blight

And raises ramparts heaped to stem the sun’s

Bright brazen rays with which he soon must fight.

Here in subnivean warmth I gaze and dream;

From conquered earth, fair summer’s fire redeems.

Sonnet 446

On February 19, 2021September 21, 2025 By Loubert S SuddabyIn PoemsLeave a comment

When I see tyrants wage vainglorious wars,

And serfs spill blood on barren fields of scorn—

Or mother’s unplumbed tears when bairn they bore

Are rendered limb from limb, in battle torn.

When dauntless youth are hurled to nameless graves,

Crass carnage heaped upon their mortal coil—

Behold the precious blood and breath they gave

Entombed in muck upon some foreign soil;

‘Tis then of mans’s humanity I ask

That such a scourge find countenance in God,

Who’s reverent face now veils a woeful mask

Where stern compassion seems a callous fraud—

I mourn a world enslaved by vengeful pride…

‘Til scores of mushroom clouds do burst and rise.

Love Forever

On February 14, 2021September 15, 2024 By Loubert S SuddabyIn PoemsLeave a comment

Love has been like this forever

Two hearts bound in truth together

Marked lock step in every measure

Why not you and me?

Arms embrace to hold in pleasure

Clasped beneath the moon in leisure

Holding there a blissful treasure

That was meant to be.

Lips meet lips upon the heather

Whispers softer than a zephyr

Promise true here now and ever

This I pledge to thee.

Life is trimmed by God’s sweet gesture

Here ‘midst fair or foulest weather

Hardship yet shall never sever

Love to always be.

Let us walk down by the river

Marking there an endless ledger

Other lovers and whomever—

None cared much as we.

Arm in arm as joined in tether

Footfalls soft as downy feather

Prattling now in mindless blether

Words on what’s to be.

Now then of our great endeavor

You and I as one are better

For alone we stand the lesser

This I clearly see.

Jealously shall never pressure

Nor a quarrel here dissever

Or detractors treat as nether

Love of you and me.

Life may find us yet wherever

May sweet bairns be our successors

Love from love grown even better

This I pray to be.

Love’s Light

On February 14, 2021 By Loubert S SuddabyIn PoemsLeave a comment

Under a gallant moon above

A rippling purple sea,

My thoughts there turn to you and love

And all things we might be.

A darkened cloud now masks the moon

Yet still in black I see,

That shining face that makes me swoon

And lights the path for me.

Sonnet 445

On February 14, 2021September 21, 2025 By Loubert S SuddabyIn PoemsLeave a comment

From kindled embers true love may appear,

To then ignite in fire, white-hot with praise—

Engulfing hearts in raging passion pure,

By fervent light that leaves each eye amazed;

Yet marked in time each pyre runs its course

Though all who love still seek this lasting flame,

When hearth grows cold with grief and dim remorse

On gelid stones, then who shall bear the blame?

The truth remains—unstoked, all blazes die

For want of fervent fuel that gave them light,

Unfed they fail, and soon in ashes lie—

Consumed anon by their own crazed delight;

Yet if two hearts with equal care attend,

Love’s steady flame shall burn till time shall end.

Sonnet 444

On February 14, 2021September 21, 2025 By Loubert S SuddabyIn PoemsLeave a comment

What binds me to you? Naught but golden strings

Invisible to every eye save mine,

So being bound, the sweetest joy there sings

And by soft sway, draws closer to entwine!

These hearts once twain, now live together, one,

One heart, one soul, one being of delight;

A single silhouette beneath the sun—

One shadow soft enrobed in pale moonlight.

Who tuned these gentle chords that we call love

And plucks them so with but the softest hand?

Perhaps sweet act of Eros from above

Or Orpheus in some recital grand.

Bestowed by chance or yet ordained by gods,

No souls so blessed were ever yet more awed!

Sonnet 443

On February 6, 2021September 21, 2025 By Loubert S SuddabyIn PoemsLeave a comment

I feel your form beneath my body pressed,

Afloat with me on moonlit silk outspread,

Soft arms askew, sweet gentle soul at rest…

Dusk shadowed wreath of perfume ‘round your head.

Then honeyed lips lock lips in kiss sublime

And beat by beat two hearts now blend as one;

Deft fingers finding fingers to entwine,

Soft breast to breast ‘til whispered sighs are done.

Then moaning gently as in pained delight

Your lithe form tenses taut, by fervor drawn

And arches up, each sinew tensioned tight—

Relaxing slowly, then by rapture worn;

Now melting softly into scented dreams…

Replete with all the wonder love esteems.

	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

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Month: February 2021