Month: July 2023

Sonnet 599

On By Loubert S SuddabyIn PoemsLeave a comment

Proud poetry lends color to my world
Where silent words bring images to light,
In measured rhyme they dance and leap and twirl—
From tranquil thought, inked renderings take flight.
A wash of silver tears upon a page;
The crimson wrath of rancor writ in blood;
Black blots of mortal folly on life’s stage;
Rose piety of heartfelt moral good. 
The humblest verse may paint a vision grand—
Of mighty mountains, vast and endless seas;
Of every venture that the mind has planned,
And more of hope for all dreams yet to be. 
Still all the ink here spilt upon the earth 
Cannot define the sum of your sweet worth. 

© Loubert S. Suddaby. All Rights Reserved.

Sonnet 598

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Where greater pens have spent all love’s fair ink
And sweeter voices sang resplendent songs,
Proud  poets press their favored muse to think
Of verse to stir the weary-hearted throng;
The finest quills that paper e’er embraced
Have professed love here—be it false or true—
Of all the silhouettes their praises trace
Yet none has ever limned a form like you.
Your beauty far exceeds both word and rhyme
Or any likeness wrought by grand compare;
No simile save that which gods design
Could best that visage hailed in heaven’s air.
On this my pen shall rest, for well I know,
No mortal lines e’er writ can best your show.

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Sonnet 597

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Rest of these bones, make only quiet here,
Once life did rage but for a dying cause—
And live I did, brash, proud, bereft of fear,
Save for the reverence owed almighty God.
I breathed the sunshine, swallowed up the rain
And tacked my sails to favor eye of wind;
No storm arose o’er which I could not reign,
No solemn sun could scorch my vision blind.
From desert sand unto the arctic snow,
From steaming jungles to tall mountains grand,
A child unleashed upon a brazen world—
There proven true to best the state of man.
These relics sleep, their service here now done;
A simple stone to mark a course well run.

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