Friendship

On May 28, 2021August 19, 2023 By Loubert S SuddabyIn PoemsLeave a comment

Friendliness is godliness

Or so the story wends;

Where friends may raise

A glass in praise

All hardship to contend.

When friendships sail

Still hopes prevail

That rifts may make amends,

But oft we see

In irony

That friend does end in end.

Sonnet 473

On May 28, 2021September 16, 2025 By Loubert S SuddabyIn PoemsLeave a comment

In guilt she told him of our meetings there

Beneath the trees down by the ancient mill;

Long afternoons of summer brought no care

Nor did we heed the keen of whippoorwills.

All love is grand, all stolen apples sweet—

To what is blind, there add yet deaf and dumb.

No greater joy to rage in lust complete

And in soft arms exalt the rising moon.

Soon we would be together evermore…

So read the note the page boy gave to me;

I dropped that paper softly to the floor

Then quickly packed the things that I would need.

I did not hear him draw the fatal dart —

But swift I felt the iron pierce my heart.

Sonnet 472

On May 28, 2021September 16, 2025 By Loubert S SuddabyIn PoemsLeave a comment

Time eats away the body as a blight,

Devouring man’s corporal legacy;

Eroding strength to make bright day black night

Till he reposes in eternity—

What then to say but he was flesh and blood,

Mere mortal clay unto dank earth returned;

Here heaven stressed, he did but what he could

And of that reach, his gloried quest lay spurned;

Cast to a cavernous cave as feast for grubs,

His earthly worth saponified to slime,

Vanquished by vermin, ah, now there’s the rub;

All proffered prayers lie mired deep in grime.

Yet of this span, be it but short or long…

Life rode on hope while providence sang sweet psalms.

Sonnet 471

On May 21, 2021September 16, 2025 By Loubert S SuddabyIn PoemsLeave a comment

Where gods do give the choice of blade or pen

Some choose keen edge for glint of gloried steel,

There hubris hails the vice of haughty men

To take with force what merit will not yield.

Still some use ink o’er blood to inure rage

And fight to raise that standard they would bear,

In tenets sure inequity assuage—

Upholding cause in tested credence clear.

‘Twixt swords or pens, there good and evil sway

And who stands right or wrong, oft points of view;

Yet grinding time abrades and wears away

The righteous sheen pure logic once imbued.

Though despots scheme believing might is right,

They best not men who know that right is might.

Sonnet 470

On May 21, 2021September 16, 2025 By Loubert S SuddabyIn PoemsLeave a comment

Now madness, madness, madness rules the land,

The sun burns hotter than it has before;

Mighty glaciers weep at their last stand

As evil tempests eat away the shores.

Entire species fade into the night;

What erst was green lies razed beyond repair

As brightest stars concede to urban blight,

Wan yellow skies now rule blue sovereign air.

A devil who outlasts the plague of plagues

Holds now the world wide within his grasp

And clenching with a zealot tyrant’s rage

Seems set to have the earth breathe out its last.

At dusk the skyline rages red with sin—

And Nero’s strains hang heavy on the wind.

Sonnet 469

On May 21, 2021September 17, 2025 By Loubert S SuddabyIn PoemsLeave a comment

I can’t recall the day love ceased to stir,

Nor when I stopped to long for your embrace.

Was apathy the quiet saboteur,

Or time’s rough hand that tarnished ardor’s grace?

A paramour that stole your heart away?

Some longing that dissolved our common creed?

A wayward whim no vow could hope to stay,

Or wild desire that blossomed into need?

Love has no chart to mark its hidden turns,

Nor yet an hourglass to foretell its end—

A fire eternal that forever burns,

So long as passion feeds, and truth defends;

Its blaze endures until the fuel’s gone,

And cold grey ash lies where bright fervor shone.

Sonnet 468

On May 2, 2021September 17, 2025 By Loubert S SuddabyIn PoemsLeave a comment

I did profess to love her more than life

And to embrace love’s fealty ‘til death;

By God’s sweet grace she would become my wife

To live in praise until my final breath.

My heart of hearts, by love did all attend,

Each mortal action and each holy prayer;

My lover true while yet my dearest friend,

Regaled in beauty bright beyond compare.

But drunk with youth, I played the reckless cad—

Perhaps a fairer bloom lay o’er the hill,

Another jewel plucked to make me glad,

Another blossom for a coxcomb’s frill.

Blind fool of fools, I bartered love for pride

And dug the grave where joy and honor died.

	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: May 2021