Month: November 2024

Sonnet 671

On By Loubert S SuddabyIn PoemsLeave a comment
The urn embraced the terracotta tiles
And split asunder ‘midst a thunderous crash;
The matron swept in, pale and sorely riled—
Cacophony transformed to face aghast.
Beneath that plinth lay history and time,
Rude-ravaged murals, gods and mortal men,
Silent imagined pipings reft of rhyme
That to dear spirits shall ne’er play again.
What now to say unto the baroness?
Wrought prize of truth and beauty razed to ruin,
All happy happiness now tears and dust;
Shorn boughs to finally bid their Spring adieu.
“No Grecian ode redeems this shattered mass,
Sweep up the shards, dear maid—such things don’t last”

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Sonnet 670

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The young man wears his heart upon his sleeve,
The old man sports life’s battles on his face,
The woes of time bring both unto their knees
Where death shall wield, in time, the final mace.
Life is a poignant marching odyssey,
That hails by wailed inception from the womb
A journey schooled in fate’s philosophies—
All dreams, though winged, descend into the tomb.
Hope rests a spring upon a mountain high,
Fear stalks as shadows slinking forest deep;
Joy is a smile, a kiss, a whispered sigh,
Love is a flame that burns all hearts it keeps.
The young man lies within an old man’s arms
Each soul entreats the other: carry on.

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Sonnet 669

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Past towers of skulls we climbed adobe brick,
What honor to be placed at Toci’s side…
Supine on limestone tables smooth and slick,
Still warm from blood of others faith had plied.
I saw raw passion undulate her frame—
A jaguar shifting subtly at night,
Bronze muscles lithe and taut, rosettes in flame
With feline diamonds fixed and glowing bright.
In that dread moment I hailed the end of days,
Two sapient souls afloat on meso time;
Obsidian knives reflecting pine torch rays
In praise of gods— a sacrifice sublime!
I gazed up at the moon skull, white as a bone
And heard her murmur as the blades struck home.

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Sonnet 668

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What can we know of triumph without loss
Or yet of highs if never facing lows,
What treasure never pays a tarnish cost;
What of spring whiffs if winter never blows?
The seasons of the heart sing this refrain
Through but the simple constancy of change,
Where joy and sadness seem as sun and rain
That amble hand in hand across the grange.
If God would speak his reasons we might know
Why happiness and grief so intertwine,
Why drought should raze the best green ever sown
Or why vile rot should ruin the sweets of vine.
The vagaries of fate shall ever prove…
That faith and love are with us, win or lose.
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Sonnet 667

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You fill my waking days and nights with dreams,

Through shuttered eyes I see your quiet light;
Your voice sings on in winds and sparkling streams,
Your form drifts soft on moonlit shores at night.
If only God would make these fancies true…
You might someday yet share my hopes and joys,
Believe I’d give my life if asked to do
And build a sanctum none could e’er destroy.
Still here it seems you doubt the truths I hold,
Though I would proudly serve you until death
And stay your guardian—staunch and ever bold,
Defending honor with my final breath—
Perhaps it matters not that you love me
For love is not to have…but simply be.
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