Sonnet 648

On June 16, 2024August 26, 2025 By Loubert S SuddabyIn PoemsLeave a comment

To see the smile of that sweet darling child

Now to my heart here brings no greater joy,

For love of love will never be reviled

And life, through love, shall ever so be buoyed.

For what remains when God calls us to leave

This earthly bower we have called our home,

And of our passing, who shall truly grieve

Save blood of bairn there always to flow warm?

The gilt of Mammon oft becomes a lure

To lead astray those souls it can enthrall—

The essence of out life is thus obscured

As secular pursuits pure purpose galls.

True love’s a candle in the dark of night,

By love of God, in hope, our guiding light.

© Loubert S Suddaby. All Rights Reserved.

Sonnet 647

On June 16, 2024August 26, 2025 By Loubert S SuddabyIn PoemsLeave a comment

My father’s hands, pure strength that raised and wrought

A life from out the unforgiving grange,

Where nerve and sinewed toil so filled the pot

To keep our humble table well maintained.

By wit he bartered for the clothes we wore

And mended yet the roof above our heads;

There on his arms we saw the scars he bore

As he each night would tuck us into bed.

Though taciturn, he spoke through loving eyes

And all he said, pure wisdom so to heed;

Wry stories that he told best served to guide,

With every action set to suit our need.

In pride I seek to best his loving hand—

That I might make a father half as grand.

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Sonnet 646

On June 8, 2024August 27, 2025 By Loubert S SuddabyIn PoemsLeave a comment

She left in springtime, darling buds to wreath

As daffodils shrugged off the icy snow;

Mocked so by nascent life her death to grieve

And me to ask how God could make it so.

The world upraised in happiness and joy

Yet in cold earth my heart rude buried there;

Sweet feathered choirs all spirits set to buoy

While yet my soul to languish in despair.

Perhaps there is no God—no God at all—

Least one that cares about a wight like me;

By simple love could He not have forestalled

And chose a bleaker time near winter’s lede?

For now of springtide, bliss to bless the land…

Bide smiles and tears admixed by Heaven’s hand.

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Sonnet 645

On June 1, 2024June 5, 2025 By Loubert S SuddabyIn PoemsLeave a comment

You are the candied apple of my eye

Replete of sweet with hint of savory,

A clear delight none ever could deny…

Pure luscious wholesome painted cloyingly.

There so deemed healthy when ’tis sure not so,

Forged ailment proffered by a modern Eve;

Glazed glossy crimson masking vices old

Where hearts devour fare the soul may grieve.

Still here I relish you with fancied sight

A delicacy that bests all I have known,

Enamored at the thought of love’s first bite…

Though treats may still be by a serpent sown.

The flesh is weak and so my lips blush red —

While swallowed bait of lust metes joy and dread.

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