Sonnet 666

On October 31, 2024August 24, 2025 By Loubert S SuddabyIn PoemsLeave a comment

‘Tis the time Beelzebub prowls the land

To raise from graves the undead lying there

Where zombie corpses slog at his command

And ghastly goblins swarm the fetid air.

Broom borne witches cross a jaundiced moon

To cast black magic spells on hapless souls;

The headless horseman rides with head fresh hewn,

His lightning hoof prints followed close by ghouls;

Blood thirsty white fanged vampires rise from crypts,

Black cats and banshees wail into the night,

Werewolves seize children in their terror grips

While gargoyles claw thick air in macabre flight.

The Reaper creeps with shadowed scythe unseen—

All fear the somber earth at Halloween.

Sonnet 665

On October 26, 2024August 24, 2025 By Loubert S SuddabyIn PoemsLeave a comment

The gods love drama so it would appear

As life plays out upon its mortal stage,

While deities take turns as sole compere

And at a whim, rewrite a scripted page;

A fated farce where minions mark of time,

Of love and hate, and fortunes won or lost,

A tale of storied battles, grit and grime—

Straw dogs upon a barren dais, rude-tossed.

Thus so we clamor at our first debut,

Thespian throw ins cast in unknown scenes

Enamored still by fleeting limelight’s hue,

Mired in plots of mad celestial dreams.

In earnest passion though we play our part;

The denouement is written in the start.

Sonnet 664

On October 22, 2024August 24, 2025 By Loubert S SuddabyIn PoemsLeave a comment

The female heart by most accounts is fickle

Though none should ever speak that such is true,

For saying so shall find one in a pickle

And so invites a plenitude of rue;

Best speak of romanced practicality

Where hand picked posies are a fitting start,

Followed by bright gems and gold embroideries

For these more surely seem to touch the heart.

Herein then lies this paradox of love

Where wealth, of course, should never mark the man,

Yet full in sterling is love ever proved—

Sweet nothings are but nothing in the end.

The swain that kneels to plead troth for a hand

Improves all chances with a fortune grand!

Sonnet 663

On October 18, 2024August 24, 2025 By Loubert S SuddabyIn PoemsLeave a comment

Sweet bairn by proof of fathers shall yet stand

To mark their course in blood along the way,

And ever more than footprints in the sand

Bear emblazoned banners on life’s stage.

From son to sun to son and sun again

Quotidian stippled lines from Eden borne,

Brash heraldry there etched in proud surnames—

Bold blazons bright sworn ever to flout scorn;

There so in kinship stand e’re to defend

That cavalcade of clans that clamor on

To pledge their love in hopes that never end

And strut proud colors when forbears are gone.

May honorifics heaven blessed sublime

By scions blood here best this war ‘gainst time.

Sonnet 662

On October 16, 2024August 24, 2025 By Loubert S SuddabyIn PoemsLeave a comment

Our forbears captured seawater in their veins

By passion’s fire, their beating blood ran red,

The light of stars served beacons for their brains

While unto cruel fate they soon were wed;

Yet dance they did, glad horas into night

To cast dear hopes and dreams upon cold stone

Not wary that pure faith here courted blight,

Unknowing they together—walked alone.

Oh Mother Earth your tender wickedness

That metes from breast of rock, rain, wind and sun

To leave the brackish taste of fickleness

And make us wonder why we e’re were born.

Thus though we crave sweet water, carry brine…

And tears taste salt, though lips be wet with wine.

Sonnet 661

On October 10, 2024August 24, 2025 By Loubert S SuddabyIn PoemsLeave a comment

For what is death if not a new beginning…

Fair chance to find if Heaven’s hell is true?

A termination right for all life’s sinning;

That place where hope’s wan tree is rudely hewn?

Sure time when living hearts do cease of beating

And sapient souls slip silently to air,

Unto that bourne from which there’s no retreating

And where now bide all dear beloved forbears.

The grave is just the final spot of leaving

That place or portal we bid earth good bye,

So do not stain that hallowed ground by grieving

Save tears for when perhaps we meet anigh;

Though I decamp, please know this love’s forever

—Where by this pledge— no man or god dissever!

Dark Love

On October 8, 2024January 23, 2025 By Loubert S SuddabyIn PoemsLeave a comment

Fortunes rise and fall as caps upon the main

Blank clouds rise up and rain falls much the same

Smiles wax and wane in some sad strange refrain

Monotony will drive us all insane

Love lifts glad hearts and souls to dizzying heights

And yet to treacherous jaws that cruelly bite

Where pain there felt is ever great not slight

She swore in faith to be true blue but naught

‘Twas not there mine but other hearts she sought

While me a fool yet for a nickel bought

We give away our lives too cheap it seems

And gorge our souls on low caloric dreams

While hearts make due with unfulfilling schemes

Perhaps it’s not much more than death I crave

And of that passage will I be frail or brave

No pain is felt it seems within the grave

But where for here by faith should I now go

I see the hanging noose swing to and fro

As if but winds of Heaven shakes stern no

I stand stock still above the craggy shore

Is this the best of life or is there more

That question now does silent gods implore

Shall I yet languish ever by this sea

The here and now and for eternity

All sun and shadow show your face to me

In some charade of life’s perversity.

Sonnet 660

On October 4, 2024August 24, 2025 By Loubert S SuddabyIn PoemsLeave a comment

We oft forget love’s primal meeting past

As if stunned souls stood blinded by the sun,

Yet at first blush, who stops to pause or ask

If this celestial vision is the one.

So, awestruck—bound in silence there we stand

As senses gather sense of words to say,

By hope in phrases golden, bold and grand—

But more in truth, dry mouthed and dull as clay.

Still we press on, insouciance to prove

Full drowned in admiration, strained to think

That such a being could our earth so move

And set us standing dumbstruck at the brink.

‘Tis little wonder that first words there said

Can find scant refuge in a swimming head.

Sonnet 659

On October 4, 2024August 25, 2025 By Loubert S SuddabyIn PoemsLeave a comment

I bid her lay with me, but she said no;

‘Not ‘til the creed of holy love be proved

For with no man here ever would I go,

Save in a covenant of honor true…

For goodness given lightly bears scarce worth,

As when it has been squandered times before—

There men of virtue ever bear the hurt

That chastity was given cheap afore.’

You are wise I said, wise beyond your years

And serve a standard that most hearts belie,

Fair knowing that base lust courts bitter tears

To stay a trouble, ever souls shall try.

No greater grace in love than probity;

—Of heart and soul, no higher dignity.

Sonnet 658

On October 1, 2024August 25, 2025 By Loubert S SuddabyIn PoemsLeave a comment

My peerless pen shall here account our time

In hallowed ink distilled from heaven’s rain—

A tale of kindred spirits fate entwined…

In proud embrace, no power e’er to twain.

What mystic might yet melds two hearts as one

That they pledge fealty ‘til life beyond,

Eternal surety to match the sun

Vowed still to thrive when mortal breath is gone?

Yes, once upon a love there beat two hearts

By rhythm set to stay lock step in kind

To share in hope all life’s sweet loving parts

And chart a course pure rhapsody enshrined.

I swear these words by every sense stand true

As in this paean—ever me and you.

	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

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