Sonnet 624

On January 28, 2024August 27, 2025 By Loubert S SuddabyIn PoemsLeave a comment

True competence is not proclaimed assertions,

Here more conferred by eloquence and deed;

Contention cast as insolent subversion

And hence through pressed abidance, we accede.

So then a dunce ascends through gilded favor

As few dare name the naked lies they see;

Twin follies to provide a cloaking vesture

That emperors may don incredibly.

Daft men here wallow in a shared delusion

Built, of course, in shallow stylized thought—

Democracy, the myth of feigned inclusion

Where citizens subscribe through things they ‘got’.

Sheer subterfuge then plays on paltry greed;

—There unto every pot, at least one need.

Sonnet 623

On January 28, 2024June 10, 2025 By Loubert S SuddabyIn PoemsLeave a comment

Now comes the winter of this mortal voyage,

Glazed silver frosts the beard and thinning hair,

My youth a rich and plumbless pelagic age

Of squandered doubloons ‘round some shipwrecked lair.

Oh how the years have slowed the pulse of life,

My gelid blood flows thick through bolt rope veins—

Where once hope salved the scores of daunting strife,

Now poultices assuage bent limbs’ chilblains.

Still gloaming warms in embered memory;

That fair haired child yet sails on boats of stone

And cruises fearless on the grassy leas

To glide once more through Edens he called home.

I look upon my grandson’s cherubic face

And smile at promise that does time engrace.

Sonnet 622

On January 21, 2024June 10, 2025 By Loubert S SuddabyIn PoemsLeave a comment

How dare men slander Shakespeare for his style

Alleging that he borrowed much he wrote;

Or placed his loves and patrons yet on trial

And even more, the wisdom that he quoth.

Greene criticized the rising ‘upstart crow’

In metaphors that he himself did steal,

Rank irony he thought the knockout blow

That there this giant stoop to bow and kneel.

Still even now that genius stands impugned

By louts that cloud the luster of his fame,

Avoiding linkage there, by fear consumed,

Embracing genres distant from his flame.

They could not hope to hold the hose he wore—

Much less the quill that scrived his timeless lore!

Sonnet 621

On January 21, 2024August 27, 2025 By Loubert S SuddabyIn PoemsLeave a comment

I write of love—for love alone most matters

Not only to the written but the read;

Words reft of rhyme oft seem prosaic chatter,

Where tepid ‘like’ stands proxy for love’s stead.

As arms embrace in manifested pleasure,

As souls commit in words that beckon tears,

As breast to breast so sways in dancing measure,

Shared joy and grief shall dissipate life’s fears.

So are we born unto a mother’s arms,

So to as lovers yet embrace again

And of proud union, sacred vows affirm

The harmony that heaven’s hope intends.

No greater truth yet blessed a listless earth,

For life devoid of love seems little worth.

Sonnet 620

On January 18, 2024August 27, 2025 By Loubert S SuddabyIn PoemsLeave a comment

Of what is beauty formed, and who can tell?

An arching brow, doe eyes, rose cheeks, a smile?

An image that can beating hearts bestill,

A compilation holding gaze a while?

Is it a single portion or a whole,

A beacon bright or more a grand collage,

A symphony of light that smites the soul—

By Aphrodite’s hand, a sweet mirage?

Sure true, an essence, not a concrete thing

Where no two visions hold the self same sight;

While all admire the wealth perfection brings,

So few agree on what is best or right.

A dear delusion practiced on the mind

Whose power exists by what is felt in kind.

Sonnet 619

On January 18, 2024August 28, 2025 By Loubert S SuddabyIn PoemsLeave a comment

Here in this verse my dearest love shall live,

The more you read, the more embraced by mind;

A hope eternal, tender words that give

A memory surpassing mortal time.

Yes, by the heart rehearsed, these words find breath

To speak aloud whenever you recall,

Reflections true that conquer even death—

Within that heart where I have longed to dwell.

Thus bound within these words that I hand cast

So shall I travel everywhere you go

And even if I fade as shadows pass,

Some whispered thought, unburied lines may show

A man who loved you—always, right or wrong,

Lives deep within your essence as a song.

Sonnet 618

On January 7, 2024August 28, 2025 By Loubert S SuddabyIn PoemsLeave a comment

What might I say that was not said before

When golden tongues long hailed your precious grace

In soft cantations drawn from ancient lore,

Or penned citations of your peerless face.

So many men were moved to lavish praise

Their hearts laid bare, their sleeves by passion worn,

With eyes bright limned in sentimental glaze—

(Brave accolades, by jealous wives forsworn.)

I would not deign to debase pure love so,

For rarely do beseechments win this game;

Unrequited love courts ceaseless woe

And so unbalanced, summons lasting pain.

Here then I stand reserved, your gallant knight—

Though you fair free to choose a timid wight.

Sonnet 617

On January 6, 2024August 28, 2025 By Loubert S SuddabyIn PoemsLeave a comment

What words to speak that you will not condemn

Or find some hidden angle to attack?

Your every word becomes an axiom

While those I say seem ever to fall flat.

My daily toil is always less the more

And ever stands an action to rebuke;

Still to these labors where my heart I pour

Each small success is deemed a trifling fluke.

My measured worth will always here fall short,

My glass shown ever as the emptied half—

And wanting dignity, each posed retort

Is still received as but a hapless gaffe.

I do things right and they’re remembered not;

I do things wrong, yea never there forgot.

	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: January 2024