Sonnet 467

On April 27, 2021September 5, 2021 By Loubert S SuddabyIn PoemsLeave a comment

What then of vice or of pure virtue named,

Each act of man accorded to it’s ends,

There so of purpose then is truth oft gamed

And to a chosen conscience pays amends.

To justify a wrong seems falsehood clear

Yet though each heart with force denounce a lie,

Mercurial logic may a truth so steer

That with prevarication it may vie.

So said, a truth is rarely truly true

For that deemed white bears oft a tinge of grey,

Perhaps ‘tis best to judge by what we do

And not by that, in truth, of what we say.

Where reason can be tainted by black thought,

There rarely gleams a truth as bright as sought.

Sonnet 466

On April 20, 2021January 8, 2023 By Loubert S SuddabyIn PoemsLeave a comment

In times to come inquiring minds may ask,

Who was this damsel that could hearts so move

That poets in proud verse divine sweet task

To cast in ink her virtues there to prove?

So was she then as grand as they have deemed

And could she with a smile all eyes o’er glaze

And did she float through ballrooms like a dream

And with her lilting songs all ears amaze?

I write this truth though lies may rob my sight:

No world has seen a lovely yet more fair;

Never a purer soul did grace god’s light,

Nary an angel could here so compare.

I swear that though you search ‘til end of time,

No finer maiden shall praised words enshrine.

Path of Dreams

On April 20, 2021January 8, 2023 By Loubert S SuddabyIn PoemsLeave a comment

The sun did melt into the sea

Under a cranberry sky,

And left ‘neath stars just you and me

With a silver moon a high.

The waves soon danced with tinsel tops

On deep and purpled blues,

A gloaming cloak around us dropped

And chilled us through and through.

But arm in arm we cozied warm

And mourned the passing sun,

Of scenes like this is sweet love born

Where yearning hearts form one.

Now oft when lost in quiet thought

I see the sky that day

And all the joy its magic wrought,

That moment by the bay.

I see that love plays but a part

In still much grander schemes,

Celestial forces draw true hearts

Along a path of dreams.

Sonnet 465

On April 20, 2021September 5, 2021 By Loubert S SuddabyIn PoemsLeave a comment

Yes was it so that then a mighty land

Surfeit with swords to raze a world wide;

Prodigious wealth that stood the grandest grand

And ships that sailed wherever rose a tide;

More powerful than Egypt’s lofty heights,

Haughtier than regal righteous Rome

And with a reach exceeding Persia’s might—

Did rule in fraud beneath an iron dome.

Contained therein a heart of leaded glass

Reflecting rays of guilt and vanity,

Rejecting truths that empires come to pass

Though icons litter sands eternally.

They worshipped canons of sage Cleisthenes,

Whose Xipos blade did drop them to their knees.

Sonnet 464

On April 10, 2021January 8, 2023 By Loubert S SuddabyIn PoemsLeave a comment

From precious blossoms was your beauty born,

Of heaven scented flowers adorned with dew

That hailed golden sunshine every morn

And stippled lush green meadows with their hue.

No greater vision could yet grace my sight,

Than those blushed pinks that softly grace your skin

Where ever yet a sanctifying night,

Of moon and stars, embolden thoughts of sin.

A paragon of Nature without peer

Where every light or shadow can so play

Upon the minds of men to thus endear

Their souls that then their hearts be swept away.

Would that your innocence such power presume:

Vast worlds so vanquished by a single bloom.

Easter 2021

On April 4, 2021January 8, 2023 By Loubert S SuddabyIn PoemsLeave a comment

Oh religion’s obsequious eye

To audit all,

That they not stray but yet comply,

Edicts to thrall.

What we once blessed in piousness

Is now much gone;

To glaze like praise on serviced lips

Among the throng.

And now we worship pagan things,

That cross seems odd;

There goods not gods salvation brings,

Where few are awed

When once we dreamt of righteous might

These dreams seem worn,

Yet still for some He rises quite

And Hope drags on.

Sonnet 463

On April 4, 2021June 4, 2021 By Loubert S SuddabyIn PoemsLeave a comment

Man has not ripened in a thousand years;

The same old insecurities and strife,

A tale of struggle, glory, smiles and tears

All blent together mixt with chaos rife;

Each generation reaching to grasp change

Where egos urge advancement on before;

Though gestures, clothes and styles or means may range,

The id adheres to jealous creeds foresworn.

While constructs of the mind are quick to burn,

And what was right now cinder cast as wrong,

The super ego is oft slow to warn

And animas drop civil cloaks they’ve donned.

Thus what was progress seems decline renamed,

And love and hate stand but as words exchanged.

Sonnet 462

On April 2, 2021April 27, 2021 By Loubert S SuddabyIn PoemsLeave a comment

Though flame may yet destroy these lines I write,

Please read them that you know my love is true —

Then torch them if you still mistrust me quite

And I shall so with honor, bid adieu.

You are misled, the words you hear are lies;

I have not once betrayed you, this I swear.

I have not lain betwixt another’s thighs

Nor kissed of lips, nor stroked another’s hair.

You are my life as ever, this and more

And I would die with sureness for your cause;

I live in hope eternity we share,

To join as one beneath the eyes of God.

Yet if you read and still my love you spurn;

Know it is truth, not paper that you burn.

Sonnet 461

On April 2, 2021April 24, 2021 By Loubert S SuddabyIn PoemsLeave a comment

I rose from dust and to that dust return,

A child of the universe — no more;

Yet of that grit compounded in what urn —

And of what essence was it formed before?

Should I now care from whence these atoms sprang

Or in whose heart they erst did beat and flow?

That they once spawned a thought in tyrant’s brains

Or spent an eon locked in ice and snow?

Were that they came from bits of fallen stars,

For there in truth some Heaven I might claim,

That purposed plan not arcane force afar

Had hand in molding clay that bears my name.

From dust, from ash, from earth, it matters not;

Wherefrom, whereto, whereof… or what my lot.

Sonnet 460

On April 2, 2021May 15, 2021 By Loubert S SuddabyIn PoemsLeave a comment

Then came soft showers to cleanse the dead terrain —

Marasmic brown bereft of summer’s green;

Rigored ice white corses yet remain

As jumbled carnage strewn about the scene.

That Dossal curtain like a hope blessed shroud

Fair set to soon unveil a risen land,

To baptize every fallen miscreant dowd

That they repent and in salvation stand.

There to behold a living world reborn,

Sweet life praised forth from every hidden lair

Restored by sainted droplets dappled down

Upon that sullen earth, tear stained in prayer.

There from dark loam behold a lily white;

A promise pure of love’s unending light.

	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: April 2021