Sonnet 481

On June 27, 2021January 8, 2023 By Loubert S SuddabyIn PoemsLeave a comment

And when my arms shall cradle you the last

With love’s bright fire fading from your eyes,

When quaking grief shall tell that you have passed,

Stern bells will peal their thunder to the skies.

Gaunt birds will stand stiff silent, mute in prayer

While frozen sunshine shadows yet the ground;

Life’s scented incense staling on the air

And on each face dull sallow sadness found.

So ends a life as many have before,

Yet none so precious as that which I hold,

No words of praise could ever here say more,

Or frame the essence of your story told.

While lives are often tallied great or small,

By love’s sweet measure, yours can best them all.

Sonnet 480

On June 27, 2021November 27, 2022 By Loubert S SuddabyIn PoemsLeave a comment

There is no greater comfort to my soul

Then that we trekked together hand in hand,

No fonder memory could my heart cajole

Than those paired footsteps pressed upon the sand.

No earthly blight could cleave those prints apart

Though wind and wave obscure that passing there,

This journey right remains locked in my heart;

Sweet odyssey of love beyond compare.

It matters not the which, the where, the when,

The why or how that happened on the way;

The path of love is easy to defend

Yet where it wends, no one can ever say.

It matters not how much we laughed or cried;

Love braved it all, and you were by my side.

Sonnet 479

On June 24, 2021January 8, 2023 By Loubert S SuddabyIn PoemsLeave a comment

Oh would that I could stay Time’s wicked hand

That he dare not disparage beauty so,

Then flowers would bloom forever on the land

And your sweet visage dwell in Heaven’s glow.

No flecks of silver stain that sable hair,

No crooked lines to crease that silken skin,

No sunken eyes to be dark shadow’s lair,

No starving lips to purse in lined chagrin.

If only God would grant me sovereign power,

Such desecration I would staunchly spurn

And beauty live forever, not an hour,

So always in your cheeks red roses burn.

Perhaps such might resides within my pen,

And words here writ, your beauty’s reign defend.

Sonnet 478

On June 18, 2021June 18, 2021 By Loubert S SuddabyIn PoemsLeave a comment

An anemone ensconced beneath the sea

Was lonely so he split himself in two,

Beside his mate the twain did wave in glee

Yet twixt the each the distance slowly grew.

While happy arms still waved in sweet delight

The touching hands now gently slipped apart

And what was one now seemed but two in plight

As each from each obeyed a separate heart.

Yet as they moved they flailed in happy dance

Gesticulating love or sad farewell

And whether theirs remained a strained romance

Or briny hate, no one could ever tell.

One question so did linger on the seas;

We’re they still friends, or rank anemones?

Sonnet 477

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

For what is love if not the sight of you,

Bright almond eyes, fair skin of lustrous dawn,

Broad gentle smile that warms hearts through and through,

Sweet voice in which all pleasing notes are found.

Lithe movements that sport female liberty

And yet a presence firm with soft command,

Proud virtue that archangels blush to see,

Compassion true that knows no finer hand.

I thank the gods that made the female form,

Then saved the best and blest it once again

Placing her by my side to take my arm,

And sing to me each day in glad refrain.

As gods permit, your beauty will live on,

A vision quite, enshrined here in my song.

Sonnet 476

On June 10, 2021July 2, 2021 By Loubert S SuddabyIn PoemsLeave a comment

Ah life! The beating heart, the musing mind

And all the chaos of confusing thought

There rendered through synaptic webs entwined

That we may yet perceive what God has wrought.

Yes what we view, waved corpuscles of light

Are but reflections of reality,

As gazing in a pool where zephyrs blight

The compilation of that which we see.

All conscience locked within a cryptic brain

Of jellied porridge set sapient serene,

Whose silent machinations yet arraign

The whole summation of what senses glean.

Though what exists be rarely what we think,

We ponder on, or into darkness sink.

Sonnet 475

On June 2, 2021January 8, 2023 By Loubert S SuddabyIn PoemsLeave a comment

Neither have I inclination or yet time

To screen my words for vain propriety;

Nor fear my speech be judged a heinous crime

When placed at odds with your feigned decency.

You draw yourself up at the vaguest slight

Perceived by what you deem offends your ear

And round your eyes in counterfeited fright

When jesting jabs your dignity besmears.

The world shows not you centered at the point

Where it revolves in timeless tenured turn,

Nor do its patrons wish to so anoint

Your ego, save with oils quite quick to burn.

Yea damn to hock all varlets that you see—

Spare me the trial, I’ll throw away the key!

Sonnet 474

On June 2, 2021 By Loubert S SuddabyIn PoemsLeave a comment

My child, do not succumb to that dark web

Where minds are tempted and true souls beguiled;

Where bits and bites gnaw promise into dread

And human decency is oft reviled.

The better part of man is lowered such

That rancor reigns upon aborning creeds,

Bright lives diminished at a simple touch

To foment angst and purse rot tyrant’s greed.

Power debases most who wield it’s mace

And few of good will their proud course maintain,

Dominion can corrupt the noblest grace

And vices’ dungeons soon all good detain.

Though thought now travels at the speed of light,

Sage judgement yet disperses wrong from right.

	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: June 2021