Friendship

On May 28, 2021September 5, 2021 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 many see

In irony

That friend does end in end.

Sonnet 473

On May 28, 2021June 4, 2021 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 gave no care

Nor did we heed the keen of whippoorwills.

All love is grand and 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 swiftly packed the things that I would need.

I did not hear him knock the fatal dart —

Nor did I feel the iron pierce my heart.

Sonnet 472

On May 28, 2021January 8, 2023 By Loubert S SuddabyIn PoemsLeave a comment

Time eats away the body as a blight,

Devouring man’s corporal legacy;

Eroding strength and making day his night

Til’ he reposes on eternity.

What then to say but he was flesh and blood,

Mere mortal clay unto the earth returned;

Here heaven stressed, he did but what he could

And of that reach, his gloried quest lay spurned;

Damned to that cavernous cave as feast for grubs,

His earthly worth saponified to slime,

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

All proffered prayers quite mired well in grime.

Yet of this span though it be short or long…

You are my hope and your sweet love my song.

Sonnet 471

On May 21, 2021January 8, 2023 By Loubert S SuddabyIn PoemsLeave a comment

When gods do give the choice of blade or pen

Some choose keen edge for glint of gloried steel,

Where hubris hails the vice of haughty men

To take with force what merit will not yield.

There some use ink o’er blood to inure rage

And fight to raise the flag they choose to bear,

In tenets sure inequity assuage

Abetting cause in tempered credence clear.

‘Twixt swords and stylos good and evil sway

And who stands right or wrong oft points of view,

Where gritted time abrades and wears away

The sheen that purposed 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, 2021July 9, 2021 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 shore.

Entire species fade into the night,

What erst was green lays razed beyond repair,

The brightest stars concede to urban blight,

And yellow skies now rule once sovereign air.

A devil that can best the plague of plagues

Holds now the world wide within his grasp

And clenching with a zealot tyrants’s rage

Seems set to have the earth breathe out its last.

At dusk the skyline rages red with sin,

As Nero’s strains hang heavy in the wind.

Sonnet 469

On May 21, 2021June 4, 2021 By Loubert S SuddabyIn PoemsLeave a comment

I cannot truly say when love ran dry,

When I no longer yearned for your sweet sight;

When thoughts of you no more did make me sigh

And I no further craved your warmth at night.

What blade did bleed me of that crimson red

And blanched staunch heart that ever beat for you?

How can bright bliss yet slowly dim to dread

And death’s eternal night seem long past due?

The summer’s sun fair greats us every morn

And at it’s zenith, shadows bid adieu,

Yet in the evening when his court adjourns

His light there fails and darkness then ensues.

So love may fade and lovers drift apart —

For what survives the gloaming of the heart?

Sonnet 468

On May 2, 2021September 5, 2021 By Loubert S SuddabyIn PoemsLeave a comment

I did profess to love her more than life

There 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.

That heart of hearts there did with love subtend

Each mortal action and each holy prayer;

My lover true and yet my dearest friend

Regaled in beauty bright beyond compare.

But drunk with youth and ever more the cad,

Perhaps a fairer bloom just o’er the hill,

Another floret plucked to make more glad,

Another nosegay on a coxcomb’s frill.

A fool of fools, I wandered far and wide

To but recross where love 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