Month: February 2022

Sonnet 530

On By Loubert S SuddabyIn PoemsLeave a comment
What is the essence of a dying man,
His power leaching back into the earth?
His legacy, while cast a story grand
Soon eulogized—by lofty words rehearsed.
But what remains when he at last is gone—
Bombastic praise by which proud life is scored,
Brief gilded verses of a life-long song
Refined beyond all truth and into lore?
What if we said: he lived, he laughed, he loved,
Saw sunrise and sunset as much the same,
Gave glory to the Power that reigns above…
Saw death as but the ending of a game?
Humility forthright to move the crowd—
Where now the mourning bells peal twice as loud.

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Sonnet 529

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What say of love, fair fostered on a smile,
That force to bind the twain upon first sight?
Why should dear Cupid choose to so beguile
Sweet innocents in amorous delight?
What creed baptizes with a simple kiss
There forging bonds invisible to eyes—
That every mortal flaw would there dismiss,
Yet whispered virtues every ear apprise?
Love is in truth life’s greatest single power—
The one great triumph—heart and soul combined
With all eternity constrained to hours,
All trust enshrined in love’s embrace to find.
Most life is dreaming, hope on hope to try—
True love’s the meaning, abiding in each sigh.

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Sonnet 528

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How shall my life have meaning when you’re gone,
What pleasures then would life have me prepare?
A meal alone with candle light…what song
Might raise my spirits nigh above despair?
What future path with footprints of but one
Shall lead unto horizons better blessed,
And on that journey what may set the tone
And on whose bosom shall my head find rest?
You are a part of me and have become
My living purpose and my guiding star—
Wherever I may go, your light marks home,
A constant refuge be you near or far.
Of this fair knowing, here I state to thee
That on your passing, I shall cease to be.

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Sonnet 527

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Coddled by love, sweet cherished moments find
Hand clasped in hand there nestled by the fire;
Life’s fondest joys now flicker through the mind
While ardent tears to wistful eyes aspire;
I gaze upon the hearth and ruminate
On peaceful nights I held you in my arms,
The child of holy love we did create…
Remembered smiles that still my spirit warms.
I see upon the coals a fading light
Reminding me of youthful days fair passed,
Beneath the glim, orange embers do bedight
A glowing comfort to grey somber ash.
Love is the spirit of the life it bore—
The pyre’s essence of the flames it wore.

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