Sonnet 712

On March 30, 2025August 23, 2025 By Loubert S SuddabyIn PoemsLeave a comment

Professed guardians of nature, still I fear

We have no solemn reverence for her grace;

This verdant Eden, once esteemed and dear

Downtrodden now as if mere common space.

Souls should rejoice at skies of azure blue

Or at the ocean’s breadth and mighty roar,

Yet we bequeath but grief and endless rue

That desecrates our haven evermore.

We have evolved as all things born of earth,

By blind caprice or some hand yet unseen;

We wield the power of good, yet foster dearth

And mar our place of birth through acts obscene.

Yet when our Eden’s gone, where shall we go…?

— No world in reach can best the one we know.

Sonnet 711

On March 30, 2025May 31, 2025 By Loubert S SuddabyIn PoemsLeave a comment

She claimed some pressing errands on that day,

Her late return struck me as somewhat odd;

Lipstick slight smudged and hair fair disarrayed,

Curt smiles that seemed an awkward feigned facade.

I kissed her forehead, stroked her perfumed hair—

She stiffened when I lightly touched her arm,

Then turned abruptly, fleeing up the stairs

As if that gentle touch had caused her harm.

I mused upon the strangeness that transpired;

Then came a shower’s noise to break the gloom

While thought on thought did torture and inquire

The cause of her demeanor in that room;

Contemplating all circumstance and time…

With Occam’s razor glinting in my mind.

The Park Bench

On March 28, 2025July 15, 2025 By Loubert S SuddabyIn PoemsLeave a comment

Yes when we met that fateful day

I did not know love passed away

I should have guessed, you did not smile

But then reserve was just your style

The rest seems but a blur to me

Though in your eyes I still did see

The ashes of a love gone cold

As heavy flowers I did hold

I’m sure you spoke of how and why

But explanations drifted by

I felt the sadness crush my throat

I saw the richness of your coat

My eyes did sting but no tears fell

I heard a distant church bell’s knell

And as you stood and turned to go

I think I said, ‘you’re right, I know’

Then as you briskly walked away

I struggled with wise words to say

But mumbled sounds no sadness quenched

I laid the flowers on the bench…

Sonnet 710

On March 28, 2025August 22, 2025 By Loubert S SuddabyIn PoemsLeave a comment

Love is a blessing, ever warm and kind

Yet like the sweetest rose, is armed with thorns;

Resplendent in rich fragrance, hearts shall find

Pure beauty decked in frightful barbs that warn.

So as a rosebud, nurtured by sun and rain,

Love feeds on smiles and tears that freely flow;

Her hidden spines protect by threat of pain—

But gently held, no harm will she bestow.

From newborn bud unto a radiant bloom

From spring through summer until snow befalls,

Fair blossoms still must bow to mortal doom

For sharpest spikes cannot deter death’s call.

Though florets thrive until the summer’s gone,

So must they bide, until by love reborn.

Sonnet 709

On March 27, 2025May 31, 2025 By Loubert S SuddabyIn PoemsLeave a comment

True love cannot be bought nor thrown away,

It is an essence with no measured parts

Though often praised in flowery words that say,

No greater joy exists than loving hearts—

Their esse aflame in heaven’s burning light

Shine as a beacon guiding souls who share

And sail life’s seas with purpose ever bright…

Crossing oceans of time to sacred shores.

Though tempests may assail upon that course,

The staunch belief that love and life prevail

O’er every circumstance where good or worse—

With spirited hope, the winds of love push sail…

And when fate casts them on that distant strand,

They’ll walk that golden shore yet hand in hand.

Sonnet 708

On March 19, 2025August 22, 2025 By Loubert S SuddabyIn PoemsLeave a comment

I could not love you more than here, than now…
Wrapped in your arms, alone beneath the stars;
I search the dark to find your warm sweet mouth
And close my eyes as if the moon might mar
Those deep wild inner thoughts that in me lay,
Unveiling all my heart-borne fantasies;
Nor could my softest whispers better say,
In any tongue, that this should ever be.
I feel so proud, replete in loving care—
Would that soft silver beams now show your face
And let me see the beauty glowing there,
That fortune grants I may so here embrace.
There is no human triumph more than this;
To bask in peerless love…so sealed in bliss…

Sonnet 707

On March 18, 2025August 22, 2025 By Loubert S SuddabyIn PoemsLeave a comment

It is your natal day, I hold your hand

As surely as she did some years ago;

That moment, then as now, as full, as grand—

Love basked in dreams that only Mothers know.

Through passing of life’s years she proudly saw

The journey of her tender bud to bloom,

In quiet reverence, enrapt in awe…

Watched peerless beauty thriving, unassumed.

Now she is gone, I stand here in her stead

To shower love upon a timeless flower

And nurture still through smiles and tears soft shed—

A blossom crowned with all sweet virtue’s power.

Yet in her absence still I keep the vow,

To guard the bloom she cherished here and now.

Sonnet 706

On March 17, 2025August 21, 2025 By Loubert S SuddabyIn PoemsLeave a comment

The heavens spread in smiling blue above,
No voice of wrath or thunder forewarned fate,
No sign was sent to promise guiding love;
No darkling clouds foretold celestial hate.
No birds fell lifeless from the swaying boughs,
No storm-flung bolt betrayed His presence there—
No omen, good or ill to shake my vows…
The vapored air serene, without a care;
No shadow darkened day’s resplendent gleam,
The sun shone soft, no scorching glare to chide,
As I stood mute—lost deep within my dream;
No booming voice my conscience to deride.
And as I mused, while silence shadowed me,
Perhaps cruel crimes of love—He does not see.