Sonnet 634

On March 30, 2024June 7, 2025 By Loubert S SuddabyIn PoemsLeave a comment

Most human reason seems bedecked emotion

Where tailored mind to naked heart still yields;

Pure intellect a cold caparison,

Feigned logic now the stylists’ favorite weed.

Ideologues unite through common vestments

And flaunt dominion in robed finery,

Black hearts cloaked in pretentious garments

That veil derision, hate and jealousy.

False garb becomes the fashioned new regalia

And lies, in turn, investitures of worth;

Verity’s restyled through echolalia

And fallacy enshrouds pure right in dearth.

Soon uniforms of brown or grey fair rule—

As plebs don motley of a court side fool.

Sonnet 633

On March 30, 2024August 27, 2025 By Loubert S SuddabyIn PoemsLeave a comment

Socialism is born of jealousy

While capitalism glories more in greed;

The one fair set to plunder “righteously”—

The other robs through work beyond pure need.

You did not build that, envy quotes of state,

You’ve no due right to count that good your own,

Your toil and triumph merely to conflate

That every serf deserves a noble home.

In Neolithic times, all wealth was “shared”

As nomads feasted ‘til the beast was gone;

Then rose the plow, and property declared—

Each took in measure what his labor won.

Here some still raid, this pretext set to stand;

Still feasting freely—future fate be damned!

Sonnet 632

On March 23, 2024June 7, 2025 By Loubert S SuddabyIn PoemsLeave a comment

Spring now beckons, the land in Winter’s grasp;

That cold curmudgeon reveling in snow,

Not knowing that warm breath will soon unclasp

The icy grip that still a world enfolds.

At her sweet smile alone stern ice did cry

Repentant for dear life lost to its shards,

While songsters sang in buoyant springtime choirs

To herald love’s return to fields and glades.

But yet no joy for me at Winter’s ruin,

No heart to leap at early blossoms seen,

No wonder at the trees in buds festooned

Or yet the heathland burgeoning in green,

For now of spring my heart shall e’er contest;

As life returned, I laid my love to rest.

Sonnet 631

On March 17, 2024June 7, 2025 By Loubert S SuddabyIn PoemsLeave a comment

Where hope may yet commend a common bond

That different creed or color may embrace,

And so in brotherhood all wrath be calmed

That prejudice show pride in its disgrace.

There might we see as each to each the same,

All ire reduced by common factors there

And foul suspicion end its jaded game

So souls scarred by division can repair.

Then let us brave this solve in purposed thought,

That hearts now shattered may reintegrate

Where men through love and kindness, ever sought

—Stand equal in the glow of heaven’s gate.

And evil that has rendered heart and soul

Become the memory of a vanquished foe.

Sonnet 630

On March 10, 2024August 27, 2025 By Loubert S SuddabyIn PoemsLeave a comment

To be betrayed by everyone you know;

To find dear loves’ rude ending in a note,

To see fair faith in its last trembling throes,

Or tearful prayers that ever shall fall mute.

To find prized fortune at the tip of grasp,

Grand festivals eclipsed by sudden rain,

Resounding no to proud proposals asked,

Petitions snubbed, though everything to gain.

What can one do when all the world seems lost?

Heaven a distant castle in the air,

Sweet providence a penny more the cost,

Life’s milk and honey soured in despair.

So bides the brutal pilgrimage of fate—

When all but hope eternal abdicates.

Sonnet 629

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

Returning now his mortal soil to earth

That cold damp dust that gave his essence form,

The grit and grime bestowed to him at birth

Now here upon life’s battle ground come home.

His spirit quite absconded, God knows where,

For win or lose—‘twas all a game of chance;

Who claimed his spirit?—Why, he didn’t care—

As ever was his path a bold romance.

But those who truly loved him knew his curse,

That vagabond of souls that they held dear

Blood pledged by honor to life’s best and worst,

Where every choice was made sans care or fear.

He lived his life, a king without a crown

And reigned in zeal ‘til fate fair laid him down.

Sonnet 628

On March 3, 2024August 27, 2025 By Loubert S SuddabyIn PoemsLeave a comment

Ours is a Love that shall transcend all time,

A love of loves that men gave all to know—

Though romance smiles, so sweet and seeming kind,

Oft charts a course of hardship for the soul.

I have been blessed, the grandest hope to live,

That men of yore have given life to hold—

And even now the noblest seek and strive…

For chivalry defines that path of gold.

As life commands we search for evermore

And boldest minds for truest worth contend;

The finest raiments beauty ever wore

Still hang a tattered nightdress in the end.

The silken robes of beauty’s fairest day

Fade thread-bare rags for Time to strip away.

	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 2024