Month: February 2022

Sonnet 530

On By Loubert S SuddabyIn PoemsLeave a comment
What is the essence of a dying man
His power leaching to the universe,
His legacy while yet a story grand
Soon eulogized by lofty words rehearsed.
What to remember when he passes on,
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 and laughed and loved,
Saw sunrise and sunset as much the same,
Gave glory to the power that stands above,
Saw death as but the ending of a game?
Humility contrite to move the crowd —
Where then the bells might seem yet 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 such an amorous plight?
What creed shall baptize with a simple kiss
There forging bonds invisible to eyes,
While every mortal flaw to there dismiss,
Yet virtues small to every ear apprise?
Love is perhaps life’s greatest single power—
The triumph best of heart and soul combined
With all eternity constrained to hours,
All truth enshrined by love’s embrace to find.
Most life is dreaming, hope on hope to try,
True love’s the meaning found in every 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 be rest?
You are a part of me and have become
My living purpose and my guiding star,
So ever where I range your heart’s my 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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So swathed in love sweet cherished moments find
There hand in hand while nestled by the fire,
Life’s fondest joys to flicker through the mind
While ardent tears to eyes now do aspire;
I gaze upon the day that we first met,
Soft nights I held you tightly in my arms,
The bairn of holy love we did beget,
Remembered smiles that still my soul can warm.
I see upon the hearth a fading light
Reminding me of youthful days fair passed,
Beneath that blaze, orange embers do bedight
A glowing comfort on the somber ash.
Love is the spirit of the life it bore,
The pyre’s essence of the flames it wore.

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