Sonnet 534

On March 18, 2022November 13, 2022 By Loubert S SuddabyIn PoemsLeave a comment

Happy Birthday my love where on this day

Marks still the time a precious soul was born

To grace the earth as though an errant ray

Of heaven’s light upon the earth was shone.

That beam to braise the world in love’s sweet warmth

And rainbow hue the earth in kindness fair

That every heart so touched rise hope adorned,

Imbued in ardor yet beyond compare.

Of fondness blessed such purity of heart

By gentle grace could every soul confound

And so one form from others stand apart

Yet still embrace by omnibus renowned.

Now is a time to celebrate and sing

And may this praise in rhyme forever ring!

Sonnet 533

On March 8, 2022May 8, 2022 By Loubert S SuddabyIn PoemsLeave a comment

I threw another dream log on the fire

Where dying flames could lick it hungrily,

And though soft smoke to heaven did aspire

My thoughts lay in bronze embers still to see;

Within those glowing coals, all ardor past,

The essence yet of every hope and prayer,

All quested glory now on ashes cast

And nigh below, grey stone to rest them there.

Not long ago a great inferno burned

Within the confines of this yawning hearth,

A conflagration pure of life affirmed

Now lit as candles on a sepulcher;

That blaze a flicker of its’ former might

Which once did rage; Oh with a gloried light!

The Poet

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

Carefully chosen words laid in like brick

And then the mortar grit and muddy thick

To build a structure where no ready form

Could yet unto the watchful eyes discern;

But still the layer labored unaware

Indeed quite doubtful anyone should care

For there was such fulfillment in that work

No part of him would deign to stop or shirk

That labor born of love that egged him on

Until upon that page no light yet shone.

Rest of tomorrow ‘til the sun shall rise,

Where line by line fresh toil greets the skies.

Sonnet 532

On March 8, 2022April 8, 2022 By Loubert S SuddabyIn PoemsLeave a comment

Quite then a traveler between birth and death,

That odyssey of hope and dreams deemed life;

From primal scream until the final breath,

A pilgrimage replete with bloody strife;

A gauntlet there of tribulation run

So beaten, bound, by every word disgraced;

More battles seeming lost than those fair won

And even night’s reprieve by fret defaced.

Yet comes the morning with the waxing light

To vanquish shadows and to spirits warm,

Slaying dragons that beset the night,

Salving worn souls in faith’s eternal balm.

Here though I greet the world with gaze distrait,

I look on you and grant that hell can wait.

Sonnet 531

On March 8, 2022November 13, 2022 By Loubert S SuddabyIn PoemsLeave a comment

Long have I gazed through life’s ethereal smoke

And of that time have seen fair beauties pass,

Where most sport fairness as a glamorous cloak

That hides a heart stone ugly, rude and crass.

Sweet beauty is not always golden truth

And truth is rarely simple beauty blessed,

For outward grace is oft the veil of youth

To stand brief moments there by springtime dressed.

But you, dear you show beauty from the coeur—

This truth affirmed where here I so defend

To state this peerless garment that you wear

Will age unblemished to the very end;

Most beauty is not truth that’s outward seen,

But more charm’s aspect flaunting virtue’s mien.

	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: March 2022