Sonnet 459

On March 24, 2021May 9, 2021 By Loubert S SuddabyIn PoemsLeave a comment

Of all the lines I’ve written in my hour,

May these your eyes in privacy engage,

Not that this verse serve trope of proffered flower,

But more as truth in tears upon this page.

For me you have defined what true love is

In times of passion and in perilous doubt—

When all seemed lost, your gentle heart gave bliss

And sweet impromptu smiles drove shadow out.

Without your essence what would my life be…

A sad procession of proud worried days,

A strained bravado bent on odysseys

In quest of honors false and worthless praise?

I penned this to rhythm of my heart

That we remain as one, and never part.

Sonnet 458

On March 24, 2021April 11, 2021 By Loubert S SuddabyIn PoemsLeave a comment

How clever is the hare whose coat does change

To suit the seasons as they come and go,

So matching colors to the shifting range,

A magic garment circumstance controls.

In spring a mottled match of brown and white

And summer’s best, a blush of chestnut hues;

Autumn’s span a race to winter’s blight,

Yet which to don and still upon what cue?

This costumery garb couched in intrigue,

It’s clever purpose clear of wit designed

To outfox those who cannot see the need

Of vestments worn to yet dumb fate align.

Transmuting raiments for another’s eyes,

How like a woman in this wily guise.

Sonnet 457

On March 24, 2021April 27, 2021 By Loubert S SuddabyIn PoemsLeave a comment

Raw tension in the east marks his return,

Rude, radiant, replete with sovereign grace;

A smile of light where every shadow burns

Or slinks away from that bold fearsome face.

A God to whom once mighty Egypt bowed,

Where basted backs raised sepulchers of stone

That haughty kings might rest forever proud

‘Neath grandest tombs the world has ever known.

So rises now the glory and the power,

With scimitar of gold to smite the land

His gaudy gaze and galvanizing glower

To animate all minions meek or grand.

Ascension granted daily without strife;

The uncontested sovereign of all life.

Sonnet 456

On March 15, 2021April 24, 2021 By Loubert S SuddabyIn PoemsLeave a comment

Those swollen undulations rest my cheek

And lo, the drum beat of my love I hear,

That sound that says love waits not for the meek;

All triumph stems from deeds of ones who dare.

Could she but know these dreams are hers to bless,

Or that my hopes reach to the moon on high;

That I would die here for her happiness,

That for her favor, I would ever vie?

All is lost— anon she weds another—

Black hours of fate draw near to crush my soul.

Could she yet have the strength to flout her father

And run with me not knowing where we go?

The morning sun now gathers in the east…

And to unbridled love, the final test.

Sonnet 455

On March 13, 2021April 24, 2021 By Loubert S SuddabyIn PoemsLeave a comment

Blessed are the meek which hope alone sustains,

Content to grace life’s stage a beggar’s hour,

Who’s measured time marks little progress gained

Save that which spills forth from the marriage bower.

Rough heather on the meads, that mauvish blight

Fair spreads across the heath and yet beyond,

As if a flower and weed did so unite

To form a purple plight of beauty thrawn.

Long after daffodils have met their doom,

The foxgloves and the bluebells fade to green

And large the sweets that hail from nature’s womb,

Have lost their promise and since fled the scene;

Here yet the humble heather lives and breathes,

Though mighty tread and bouquet seekers grieve.

Sonnet 454

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

I have felt the slings of fortune’s might,

His crooked knife plunged deep into my side;

The oft spewed venom of his black mouthed spite

Devised to taint all minds with poison plied.

I have seen him light false fires of hope

To lead brave reinforcements far astray

And battered men in grim surrender grope

For mercy, yet their lives be cut away.

Still I survived and not the worse it seems,

No, wiser more for but that gauntlet lashed,

For of scorned virtue, oft the truth redeems

Whatever wicked lies false tongues have passed.

Forget not then of fortune’s Janus face,

Where evil often serves itself as grace.

Last Laugh

On March 7, 2021March 22, 2021 By Loubert S SuddabyIn PoemsLeave a comment

No animal as gay as man

In aped frivolity

Whose act enjoys the broadest span

Of humorosity

And though he laughs as best he can

His circumstance to see

The last of laughs upon his stand

Shall rock eternity

Sonnet 453

On March 7, 2021April 24, 2021 By Loubert S SuddabyIn PoemsLeave a comment

Now she is gone and I sit here alone,

Perhaps it’s but one anguish less to ponder;

No abject rancor searing to the bone,

That battle of the wills shall try no longer.

I am not saddened; no not sad at all—

This feeling much akin to truce in war;

In truth a muted joy that none shall fall,

Relief now won, but yet no evened score.

Still quiet peace is never to be shunned,

Mute solace is a refuge spirits seek

Where wounded souls stark feelings yet unplumbed

Can soft be measured, be they bright or bleak;

And so in silence I now sit and muse,

Detente in love seems but a loss we choose.

Sonnet 452

On March 5, 2021March 13, 2021 By Loubert S SuddabyIn PoemsLeave a comment

I traveled on a shooting star one day

And saw massed souls all thronging heaven’s gate;

Wrought iron stood to block that pearly way,

Pressed hands in steepled form set there to wait;

The grounds were littered quite with crumpled prayers

High piled in mounds against the golden walls

And yet beyond the gilded confines there

The edifice seemed dark, as in a pall.

The keeper of the keys could not be seen

More gates beyond that door, a dozen sure,

At lower heights were scrawled some words obscene

And near the crowd a toppled lectern clear.

I wondered as I rode that stellar span,

Upon return, perhaps a novel plan.

Sonnet 451

On March 5, 2021March 22, 2021 By Loubert S SuddabyIn PoemsLeave a comment

Sweet Selena, I see you have returned,

Your silken smile now lights the forest bright;

Perhaps you knew each day my heart has yearned,

Each clouded evening longing for your sight.

I watch that point above the distant trees

Where you appear much like a cresting sail,

Proud ship of joy returned on scented breeze,

Hope buoyed delight, dear lover’s arms to hail.

Pale visage now above the velvet dark

Ascending slowly on the purple air

With mien of gilded empress you embark

Upon your journey to some kingdom fair.

I bask in twilight blanched by silver grace,

Soft burnished beams that do my soul embrace.

	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: March 2021