Month: July 2025

Sonnet 734

On By Loubert S SuddabyIn PoemsLeave a comment
I hear Chanticleer calling me at dawn,
The blissful waves, the wind that stirs the trees;
Bright silver dew adorns the morning’s lawn,
The whippoorwill hides under leafy screens.
My heart exults for eagles, proud in flight,
Content in freedom on that craggy shore.
The golden breath of morn, the purple night,
And emerald grass by gentle rabbits shorn.
There lies a hidden peace out on the grange
Where human souls shall ever long to be,
A congregation of fine beasts to range
Upon that Eden, God has lent to me.
I hear it call, wherever where I may roam—
A heaven on earth, this place I call my home.

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Sonnet 733

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I see the green sprout joyful at his play—
He looks in awe at clouds up in the sky,
A stick upheld keeps dragons yet at bay,
Then comes the wonder of a butterfly…
A shriek of laughter at some unnamed joy,
He rolls through clover with imagined friends,
Paired with his shadow, kingdoms to destroy,
And now the garden’s gate to stand and fend.
I see him now beneath the gracious sun—
Handsome, tall, and strong—the boy become a man;
Behind him all the childhood battles—won,
Before him all life’s gloried victories planned.
One day—a battle with a wooden sword;
The next—a mission to reshape the world.

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Sonnet 732

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I look around at all the joy I see—
Blank walls adorned in pert domestic charm;
A canvas daubed with female liberty,
Cast in the glow of softness, love and warmth.
White curtains frilled, not of a choice I’d make,
Light floral patterns printed on the walls—
The scent of bread, still warm and oven-baked;
Rich reverent chimes that echoes down the hall.
Sunlight gleams on polished maple floors,
The whispered songs of zephyrs from the hearth—
No finer place to make my spirits soar,
No sounder haven on this callous earth.
A man may build a refuge—wood and stone…
But needs a woman’s heart to make a home.

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Sonnet 731

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The hour descends—the patient sleeps in trust,
And mortal hands must wrest what angels fear;
Within  her skull, dark trespass at its  worst,
Beneath the lamp my fated task lies clear.
Each cut I make must serve but never stray—
A prayer in action, disciplined—concise.
Though skill does guide the blade, yet still I pray
That mortal deeds alone will here suffice.
In sterile hush my heart takes up its psalm,
A hymn resounding through each fragile life;
By grace of God, her time I shall prolong—
And wage this quiet war of hope and strife.
Oh God! Let steel and spirit meet as one…
Through human hands, thy will on earth be done.
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