Sonnet 516

On December 25, 2021January 5, 2022 By Loubert S SuddabyIn PoemsLeave a comment

About a manger neath auspicious light

That silver’d o’er a scene of prophecy,

A darkened stable bathed and gilded bright

Bore promise of that which they’d come to see.

The Magi kneeling, ushered by a star,

Or yet perhaps an occultation seen —

So bearing gifts dream fostered from afar

To spread about the newborn savior’s feet.

On Golden hay lay Frankincense and Myrrh,

A preordained nativity vivant;

Dialectic proof of virgin birth,

For no believer ever to recant;

Soft with their silence spoke both ox and ass,

‘The barn is warm and yes, this too shall pass.’

Sonnet 515

On December 18, 2021February 13, 2022 By Loubert S SuddabyIn PoemsLeave a comment

The lion roared from out his darkened lair

And so the ground beneath me quaked and shook;

My chest reverberating amidst the blare

Resounding forth from out that thorn lined nook.

I saw the jaundice eyes and grimaced mask

The ivory fangs that mirrored dreadful fear,

With every sinew taut as if to ask

If hell would soon unleash upon me there.

My aging double raised in sole defense,

Stark pupils wide, throat dry, all time recessed,

Adrenaline now stoking every sense;

No time to pray or mortal sins confess.

Explode he did from out that fearsome cave,

The rifle bucked with but one soul to save.

Sonnet 514

On December 18, 2021March 27, 2022 By Loubert S SuddabyIn PoemsLeave a comment

No pleasure stirs but what our senses bless,

No thoughts to rise but what our brains conceive;

All tears that fall are at the heart’s behest,

All truth fair told must from the soul precede.

It matters not how we shall bide our days,

With only time to spend what is our lot?

The human form exalts in simple praise,

And cherished bests are things that can’t be bought.

Rapacious hearts can only strive for more

Not knowing less is more and more is less,

And for their mortal trimmings, Gods implore

That they reach heaven’s gates the better dressed.

Naked came I and naked I return,

Content but here to live and love and learn.

Sonnet 513

On December 18, 2021February 13, 2022 By Loubert S SuddabyIn PoemsLeave a comment

My life seems now as ever lived for you;

To thrive or perish in your gentle reign,

You are my beacon and my vessel true

That guides me yet through every joy and pain.

My purposed being lives but for your praise,

In this wide world you are my golden sun

Where I’m content to measure out my days…

For when you sail I know my berth is done.

I have no fear for I have felt your grace

And you have given all my life its’ form,

In silent moments when I scan your face,

There in that reading, hope and joy rejoin;

No pleasured state could yet such rapture give,

For you are life, and in your realm I live.

Sonnet 512

On December 18, 2021March 8, 2022 By Loubert S SuddabyIn PoemsLeave a comment

For only love shall stand the test of time—

When roses in the lips and cheeks shall die

And sallowness shall then gaunt face embalm,

So wanes the glint that once shone from your eye.

Those sable summer curls will wear fresh snow,

Ice crystals too corrupting jointed bones;

Straight back will bend as burdened by life’s woe

And simple movements mock youth with sad groans.

Still love survives such dread indignities

And warms the heart that winter has made cold,

There summer smiles wax bright with memories

To revel in the light of stories old.

Yes, hand in hand we shall face winter’s rage;

Sweet love the balm all hardship to assuage.

Sonnet 511

On December 18, 2021December 30, 2021 By Loubert S SuddabyIn PoemsLeave a comment

Spine taut on eggshells dogging the gryphon,

Beast deep in trail his span massive spoor;

Spit frozen nano when I sure spied him,

Black umbra boiled in blood curdled roar:

Curt moments later rank Hades exploded

Taut tawny tyrant from darkness aghast

Unleashed like Cerebus’ ire unloaded,

Demon determined that none there shall pass.

Split fraction later my double reported,

Spurt fired brimstone returning his bawl,

Igneous lead from steel barrel ported—

Track stopped the menace to carnage forestall.

Throat rasped, heart pounding, dead splayed at my feet,

Leviathan conquered, quest quarry complete.

Sonnet 510

On December 18, 2021March 18, 2022 By Loubert S SuddabyIn PoemsLeave a comment

Some splash in paint that which I scribe in ink,

Your essence rendered thus: Oh, face so fair!

Should there an eye to gaze or brain to think

Be more or less to claim love’s sweet compare?

Though each to each ensconces what is seen,

Beseeching thus all hearts for wondrous praise:

The soul alone decides which art more keen,

Smile captured in mink strokes or cursive phrase.

The eye is but the gateway to the soul

And words or hues, however there arranged

Engender in the mind a grand tableau—

So neither show by pen or brush estranged.

To me ‘tis clear, your beauty transcends art;

All tributes fail, and so sets you apart.

Sonnet 509

On December 5, 2021March 4, 2023 By Loubert S SuddabyIn PoemsLeave a comment

The cattle know when a storm is coming

And haste retreat into their straw filled barn,

As if a sixth sense had given warning

To seek of refuge in the safe and warm.

The sky, clear blue, showed no inkling of rain,

No thunder rumbled deep in distant hills;

Still in procession to the byre they came

As if on the green they’d gotten their fill.

Then safely ensconced in the piquant dusk

While softly lowing their grateful praise

And carefully nosing the floor fallen husks

For any morsel of forgotten grain.

In the distance a flash of brilliant light—

And again I saw, that the cows were right.

Sonnet 508

On December 5, 2021April 25, 2022 By Loubert S SuddabyIn PoemsLeave a comment

I danced with words and they did dance with me

As if upon the grandest ballroom floor,

While in my mind an image clear to see…

Pressed there in arms my peerless paramour;

So lifted high by verse to lofty heights

Then paused in prose, a flawless grand jeté,

A pirouette revealing silken tights,

That risqué flash to every mind waylay;

So lithely swung and sprung and swirled and pranced

Then sashayed bold in lines upon that page,

The denouement uncurled in cursive stance

Emboldening the rhyme upon that stage;

With plume in hand we did so flirt ‘til dawn,

‘Til every drop of lust dipped ink were gone.

	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: December 2021