Sonnet 594

On May 28, 2023June 16, 2023 By Loubert S SuddabyIn PoemsLeave a comment

If you could grasp the power, that female force

To crush a man with but a simple smile—

And in so doing, rule his best and worst

That he concede and venerate your style.

To have his manhood at your sole behest,

His strength and cunning to back all your claims;

To wield by proxy all his manliness

As you conspire in endless effete games.

But of this quest, you do not stand alone

For every move is watched by penciled eyes,

With paint and brush so too are their skills honed;

The best of a maquillage in battle plied.

Such force once launched a thousand mighty ships:

Blood red so stained are many siren’s lips.

Sonnet 593

On May 27, 2023October 15, 2023 By Loubert S SuddabyIn PoemsLeave a comment

When she was gone away from me those months

And did her dalliance with lust entrain,

There honeyed notes engaged me as a dunce

Though of that act, I might have waxed the same;

Within those lines I marked a different love,

By common words a truth both stressed and strained,

Not warm endearments that one might think of

But as if fondness bore another name.

I found it strange yet gave the best of heart

And answered every missive in love’s ink;

Each billet-doux grew weekly more apart

As truth unto duplicity did sink.

Confronted so upon her proud return…

We sifted through the ash of letters burned.

Sonnet 592

On May 21, 2023September 12, 2023 By Loubert S SuddabyIn PoemsLeave a comment

I oft confuse a smile with simile,

By acts or words a thought may come to bear,

As most I smile at things I love to see

And by sweet notion, anecdotes compare.

To me your dimples laugh like joy reborn,

A saucy sneer seems though I’ve lost my way,

A radiant beam can warm me like the sun

And simpers slight seem as a cat at play.

But similes and smiles are not the same

Though similitudes and wiles may convene,

Yet keen compare is more than just a game,

When they pervert reality to meme.

In verse please see, by broad conceit a grin

And not by smirk, a ruse condoning spin.

Sonnet591

On May 21, 2023October 15, 2023 By Loubert S SuddabyIn PoemsLeave a comment

At times, a comic on the stage of life

And many more of note, an utter fool;

Yet to embrace all trials as humorous strife

Does rob of spite the pleasures of the cruel.

It is a special grace to make as light

All dark calamities that bring life down,

Well knowing that detractors will delight

In sour misfortune that most lives confound.

There is a subset of the human kind

That relishes another’s misery;

In these black hearts pure evil is refined

To tip the arrows of sheer treachery.

A wink, a nod, a smile at quick behest

Is better armor than an iron breast.

Sonnet 590

On May 14, 2023July 8, 2023 By Loubert S SuddabyIn PoemsLeave a comment

Born of pure love is every mother’s child,

No cradling arms were yet more soft and warm;

No greater hope exists than her sweet smile—

To see her tears, no feelings more forlorn.

Of mortal essence stands no stronger bond;

No greater sacrifice of heart and soul

That one life give until her breath be gone

So her dear brood gain promise in this world.

In all our triumphs, there we see her face;

In all our sadness, yet she comforts there;

Quintessential caring, infinite grace

To guide us through both gladness and despair.

By Mother’s love, we never walk alone

And where she bides is ever our sweet home.

Sonnet 589

On May 13, 2023September 12, 2023 By Loubert S SuddabyIn PoemsLeave a comment

Yes you desire a child, well this I know

And wish him all the things you see in me;

But out of wedlock, were we there to sow

Some precious life yet fatherless to be…

What will you tell him when he comes of age

And asks, ‘Where is he now? What is he like?

Does he not love me, what’s his Christian name?

Were we not worthy there to share his life?’

Such thoughts are but an arrow to my heart,

So too to yours, should you now muse a while;

Our selfish wants need here be set apart

Serving but ill where love must bless a child.

Hope writhes in pain sometimes on better choice;

What does love gain where reason has no voice?

Sonnet 588

On May 13, 2023November 26, 2023 By Loubert S SuddabyIn PoemsLeave a comment

Sweet precious joys of a new found love

Can buoy up spirits and delight the heart

As though a gift bestowed by heav’n above

On opening, did ecstasy impart.

Such clarity of eye now smites the sight!

All earthly colors rich beyond compare!

All future promise, darkness dare not blight!

Eternal gladness rising on the air!

But many prizes wear not well with time;

Fair baubles treasured may yet common grow

As every pleasure here once deemed sublime,

On daily measure, loses lusters’ glow.

All gifts of gilt and glitter dull with play—

While those of merit shine more bright each day.

Sonnet 587

On May 7, 2023May 20, 2023 By Loubert S SuddabyIn PoemsLeave a comment

The human pleasures that the gods devised

Seem manifold, but when examined, few.

Borne of five senses where all minds surmise

Some grand gestalt that we imagine, true.

Here misperceptions grow in common thought

Or yet, perhaps, percipience is gamed,

For one man’s gladness is another rot—

Yet why the difference oft cannot be named.

While all can quickly find the sweet or sour,

The sharp, the dull, light, dark, a fragrant drift;

Ask then what is the one most beauteous flower

And here shall rise the most contentious rift.

How vast the difference that two men may see,

Of senses five … and one reality.

Loubert S Suddaby poems

Month: May 2023