Sonnet 641

On April 27, 2024May 17, 2024 By Loubert S SuddabyIn PoemsLeave a comment

Pure love in mortal form, sure stands no other—

The sole purveyor of all life to see

Proudly bearing the cherished name of Mother,

Sweet shepherdess of every soul to be.

No triumph of the heart accords more praise,

By selfless acts each day, no measured end—

Dear heart and hand to waning spirits raise

With every joy or sorrow to attend.

Soft gentle hand upon the lilting cradle

With might to move an unforgiving world;

By light of love all shadow to disable,

On sight alone bright flags of hope unfurled.

By heaven’s grace and love’s unending power…

The best of human virtue in a flower.

Sonnet 640

On April 21, 2024May 17, 2024 By Loubert S SuddabyIn PoemsLeave a comment

‘You have a handsome face’ she said to me

Midst other praises she did happily sing;

Full unaccustomed to such flattery

I thought perhaps, she fancied yet a fling.

“What is it women want?” I dared to ask…

‘Why love, of course, and faithfulness to death,

Wit and humor, someone who makes me laugh,

Unbridled confidence and strength, I guess;

‘‘But surely there are many of that ilk—

In your broad travels, some have come to pass

Who might have loved you with undying will???”

‘A few, but lacking station, means and class…

Well, I must go, it’s sure been nice to gab,

I left my purse, I’m sure you’ve got the tab.’

Sonnet 639

On April 20, 2024May 19, 2024 By Loubert S SuddabyIn PoemsLeave a comment

Love enters through the eyes bestirring hearts

Whose throbbing essence there to pulse the more,

Sweet rhythmic tempo that can souls impart

Sheer wings of light on which the spirit soars.

So rises thus dear hope to giddying heights

On rainbow plumage shimmering in the air;

By lofty vantage so to gain rare sight

Imbuing visions bright beyond compare.

Soon gyring high on warm uplifting spires

Still gliding ever closer to the sun,

The nearing sound of sweet angelic choirs

Hint paradise lies scarce a cloud beyond.

Through sight alone love can on pinions rise—

Where wings of feathered wax oft court demise.

Sonnet 638

On April 14, 2024May 18, 2024 By Loubert S SuddabyIn PoemsLeave a comment

Yes, he has been unfaithful, this is true

And now you stand an angry woman scorned,

Yet for such rancor that you now accrue

Take careful stock of everything you’ve learned.

To slay forgiveness with the sword of hate

Where every man is tempted to deceive—

Should foul fault now lock dear Heaven’s gate

That no sin garnered e’re deserve reprieve?

If he still loves you, what becomes the cost

By proud excuse to keep your house a home…

For pride alone, should fondest hope be tossed

And you serve penance, striking out alone?

All men are sinners, each of different kind,

And razing love for vengeance seems purblind.

Sonnet 637

On April 13, 2024May 19, 2024 By Loubert S SuddabyIn PoemsLeave a comment

There lies no prudence in this simple verse;

No message great on which to whim refine—

Nor yet a dictum grand, where stern or terse,

Or hidden meaning cloaked betwixt the lines.

No wealth to claim through furtive mimicry,

No pearl of insight to bestow in kind,

No secret credo for the soul to seek

To buoy up hope or sanctify the mind.

This is more sure an exercise of heart

Where silent words may dance and entertain

That language honed through ages might assert,

Through ink borne echoes, import still arcane.

Where minds may muse in rhyme reflected thought—

And by pure wonder, laud what words have wrought.

Sonnet 636

On April 8, 2024May 18, 2024 By Loubert S SuddabyIn PoemsLeave a comment

We are but Bowerbirds it seems to be

Where glossy feathers worn speak to our worth,

Displayed for but the finest mate to see—

Seduction tempered by the gifts of birth.

Here too by wit we often compromise

There gilding nuptial beds in treasure,

Glim glint of gold to blind a lover’s eyes

That she submit and join in wanton pleasure.

In this the human brain is like the birds’

Where handsome wealth oft trumps a handsome face

While choices such are coined in different words,

Each pretext posed extolled without disgrace.

There truth apparent bows unto rank greed…

And beauty’s owned by he who holds the deed.

Sonnet 635

On April 8, 2024April 20, 2024 By Loubert S SuddabyIn PoemsLeave a comment

Am I a fool believing you are true

While knowing every soul is of free will,

Where human colors sway twixt red and blue

And rude temptation beckons on the hill?

The cowbird waits, unguarded nests to find,

Such times as my fair absence from your heart

And on swift wings leaves color-guards behind

To desecrate proud flags and then depart.

But of betrayal, stand I the worse of wear

When I perceive no falsehood in your eye,

And of suspicion, should I then despair

In changing moods or frequent pseudo sighs?

Perhaps it is by nature to deceive—

And for the cuckold there to fret and grieve.

Loubert S Suddaby poems

Month: April 2024