Sonnet 450

On February 27, 2021March 13, 2021 By Loubert S SuddabyIn PoemsLeave a comment

You have been liberated, I set you free

Now free to soil the very womb of time,

Yes free to lust for all life’s forgeries

And all faux worth society defines.

What tenet proffered helped you to decide?

What chosen path subtends eternal bliss?

What crafted compass shall your soul now guide

Where forces dark lead not your heart amiss?

No more the surly bonds of hearth and home,

Those trying little hands that sap your life;

No burdened homilies like numbing gloam

That fail to venerate the makeless wife.

This sovranty, now but soft shackles worn;

And from false faith, a new oppression born.

Sonnet 449

On February 27, 2021October 23, 2022 By Loubert S SuddabyIn PoemsLeave a comment

Where yet fake virtue is now worn as fame

As plastic crown upon a well coiffed pate,

And of hypocrisy which bears false name,

We show sad worth that words may never state;

‘I speak no evil for see this my charm

To ward off spirits that pure principles decay,

And so accord myself all pious harm

To punish those who dare sound truth betray.’

So now here self declared, a moral god

And thus in proud pomposity to rule

O’er serfs that clear deserve to be down trod

Where every word they utter proves them fools.

This darkling vaudeville of hypocrisy

Is but the prelude to rank tyranny.

Sonnet 448

On February 21, 2021April 3, 2021 By Loubert S SuddabyIn PoemsLeave a comment

What of the tiger whose proud failing light,

That flickering flame of orange now fading fast;

Lost in the dwindling forest’s waning night

Where once he burned as if to ever last?

Few prey now feel those dreadful scimitars,

That feared blood roar beneath a yellow moon,

Or sees that snarling muzzle rife with scars

And knows the terror face of certain doom?

Of embered amber eyes to see no more,

No shadowed paths fresh spoored by hidden claws;

No peerless stealth to stalk the forests floor,

His rough rasped chuff forever given pause.

Yes he who made him also made the lamb

And here so too, the insolence of man.

Sonnet 447

On February 21, 2021October 23, 2022 By Loubert S SuddabyIn PoemsLeave a comment

This snow now falling fast upon more snow,

Ice feathered down upon the fields to rise

And robed in white the solemn cornstalk rows,

Stark sullen forms of winter’s might apprise.

Sad vanquished trees dark branches supplicate

Beneath that raglan parka they now bear,

Yet in disgrace they stand still proud and straight

To flout the frozen manacles they wear;

But winter’s mischief still is not here done

His gelid breath to drift the frigid blight

And build tall ramparts forged to brave the sun’s

Bright brazen rays with which he soon must fight.

Here in subnivean warmth I gaze and dream

That one day from this ruin shall summer gleam.

Sonnet 446

On February 19, 2021October 23, 2022 By Loubert S SuddabyIn PoemsLeave a comment

When I see tyrants wage outrageous wars,

And blood of serfs grim spilled on fields of scorn,

Or mother’s unplumbed tears when bairn they bore

Are rendered limb from limb in battle torn.

When I see dauntless youth rude hurled in graves,

Crass carnage heaped upon chaste mortal coil

Or see the precious blood and breath they gave

Entombed in darkness on some foreign soil;

‘Tis then of mans’s humanity I ask

That such an earthly scourage be wrought by God

Who’s placid visage wears a woeful mask

Wherein all leered compassion seems a fraud;

I see a world enslaved by vengeful pride…

‘Til throngs of mushroom clouds do burst and rise.

Love Forever

On February 14, 2021January 28, 2023 By Loubert S SuddabyIn PoemsLeave a comment

Love has been like this forever

Two hearts bound in truth together

There locked step inevery 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 to lips upon the heather

Whispers softer than a zephyr

Promises for now and ever

This I pledge to thee.

Life is trimmed by God’s sweet tressure

Here ‘midst fair or foulest weather

Hardship yet shall never sever

Love to always be.

Let us walk now 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 a man yet put asunder

Love of you and me.

Life may find us yet wherever

May sweet bairns be our successor

And we stay so blessed forever

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, 2021March 22, 2021 By Loubert S SuddabyIn PoemsLeave a comment

Of warmth unending true love so appears,

At first a lusty fire white hot with praise

Engulfing all the sweets there passing near

In fervent flame soft tender hearts to braise;

So marked by time each pyre runs it’s course

Though all aspire to be eternal flames,

Yet when the hearth grows cold in dank remorse

Of gelid ash, who then shall bear the blame?

The truth remains that unstoked blazes die

For needing still more fuel that gave them light,

So left unfed they soon in embers lie

Consumed anon by their own crazed delight;

Yet tended daily still may ever burn

And for such state may two hearts ever yearn.

Sonnet 444

On February 14, 2021February 19, 2021 By Loubert S SuddabyIn PoemsLeave a comment

What binds me to you? Naught but golden strings

Invisible to every eye save mine,

So being trussed, the sweetest joy there brings

And better yet, the closer to entwine!

These hearts once twain, may now live but as one,

One heart, one soul, one being of delight;

A single silhouette beneath the sun,

One shadow soft ensconced in pale moonlight.

Who spins these gentle chords that we call love

And wraps them so with but the softest hand?

Perhaps some act of Eros from above

To weave in truth, that state of rapture grand;

Bestowed by chance or yet ordained by gods,

No soul so bound was ever yet more awed!

Sonnet 443

On February 6, 2021March 22, 2021 By Loubert S SuddabyIn PoemsLeave a comment

I feel your form beneath my body pressed

Afloat in moonlit silk upon your bed,

Soft arms askew, your gentle soul at rest,

Dusk shadowed wreath of perfume ‘round your head;

Moist lips to lips in ecstasy sublime,

In beat to beat two hearts refrain as one,

My fingers seek your fingers to entwine

There breast to breast ‘til kisses sweet are done.

Then moaning softly as in pained delight

Your lithe form tenses taut by fervor drawn

And arches up each sinew tensioned tight,

Relaxing swiftly then of 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