Month: July 2021

Sonnet 485

On By Loubert S SuddabyIn PoemsLeave a comment
I hear him ride behind me in the dark,
The hoof beats gaining, mounting ever fast;
His black horse silhouettes at lightning’s spark
And on it’s back, the rider, shadow cast.
His form has dogged my journey since I left
And oft I see his shadow in the trees,
Sometimes so close it seems I feel his breath,
Which chills me as some frigid fetid breeze.
Undaunted still I push yet ever on,
My steed’s slick sweat reflecting bright the moon,
Reminding me his strength is nearly gone
And soon that mighty back will sway and swoon;
Then I to brave at last that fearsome knave,
Where none have yet survived his crooked blade.

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Sonnet 484

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That joy of hearts, a rainbow in the sky
And of like minds all wonders there to see;
So does your visage ever strike my eye,
A noble light to mock eternity.
These thoughts of love, a splendor shaded thing
That shines in beauty even cloaked by night—
A being graced with all that angels bring
Where souls fair strive to grasp truths out of sight.
More simply said, your gaze does make me smile,
And my heart quickens when I hear your name,
Your shapely form can artfully beguile
And in repose, all pious loins inflame.
Where joyous voices sing of love sublime:
There you, there me, a loaf, a jug of wine!

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Sonnet 483

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While gods have gifted me propinquity
To navigate your waters free of fare,
Still of your essence which I dream and breathe,
That heart I worship seems the less to care;
I am disbarred by social straits quite clear,
My paltry raft few white-capped waves could vie,
Yet hopes fair sails unfurl to bring me near
That I might crest some vista of your eye.
Yet how to charter here the course of love
When all before us lies vast seas unplumbed?
Your gaze upon horizons ever rove
As searching for some mighty ship to come;
And here I toss upon a cockleshell,
To rise and fall, believing love might swell.

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Sonnet 482

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Let me compose sonatas in your mind
On strings of ink I now will strum and play
That here in verse sweet melodies you’ll find
So in soft subtle notes your heart may sway;
Bright timbre true shall resonate your soul,
Proud intonation raising spirits high
Abating slight in skilled leggiero
Then in bravura, scaling to the sky.
In cursive swirls your eyes shall dance delight
As in refrain you read the lines again,
Saccadic wonders tremulate the sight
As you attend each rising rousing strain.
Then at the volta precious tears may fall
And at sforzando you give up your all.

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