Sonnet 749

On September 30, 2025 By Loubert S SuddabyIn PoemsLeave a comment

Let marriage be no less than vows of truth,
A covenant of soul with soul made one;
Not bound by time, nor changèd by lost youth,
But constant still when all the years are done.
Love is a pledge that death shall not destroy—
It shines a beacon through tempestuous days;
A star whose light spans o’er the darksome void,
And guides the faithful unto heav’nly ways.
What greater gift than walking hand in hand,
To share one path, one burden, and one rest?
No earthly journey proves a course so grand
As that which hope and holy love attest.
For two made one no trial may defeat;
Their bond abides, unbroken and complete.

Sonnet 748

On September 27, 2025September 28, 2025 By Loubert S SuddabyIn PoemsLeave a comment

Will you believe my words? She was divine—

A beauty true, beyond all earth’s compare;

Her simple gaze could haunt the bounds of time

And leave a swain in endless sweet despair.

Yet some would doubt that she was pure of heart,

Or say her virtue bore some wanton stain,

That all her kindness merely played a part—

As some skilled actress miming love’s domain.

Pure truth and beauty ever rouse such spite

Since jealousy still haunts the human mind;

And so by word or deed, they live to blight,

To tarnish any worth that they might find.

Here, by my honor, I stand forth to state—

No fairer angel passed through Heaven’s gate.

Sonnet 747

On September 22, 2025September 22, 2025 By Loubert S SuddabyIn PoemsLeave a comment

Now autumn’s fire consumes the verdant leaves,

Transforming green to gold in glory grand;

Each cycle shows the seasons held in lease,

That none of great or good forever stand.

The bounty of midsummer lies aflame,

Its ripened fruit prepared at last to fall;

The painted gourds that trumpet harvest’s fame

Shall grace all horns of plenty, great or small.

Though Time is feared—severe, invincible,

A tyrant crowned with ruin, dread and loss—

The solstice, equinox make clear his will

Stay bound to Heaven’s law, not to his dross;

Thus, Time subdued, begrudging what is done:

Must dance unto the tune of Heaven’s sun.

Sonnet 746

On September 14, 2025September 15, 2025 By Loubert S SuddabyIn PoemsLeave a comment

Success at last, your third swipe aimed at me,
Now I, a shattered egg, upon the floor—
Embracing ignominious destiny,
A state that only God can now restore.
Vengeance, blessed to grace the vainest heart,
A fleeting triumph crowned with bitter pride;
But shards once cracked no mending hand imparts,
The yolk runs out, the soul lies crucified.
Behold life’s essence, ruined past repair,
Hope rent asunder—vows betrayed, laid low;
The pith of mortal soul razed to despair,
The blackest fury evil could bestow.
I remember thinking, there as I fell—
If this is heaven, kindly give me hell.

Sonnet 745

On September 14, 2025September 15, 2025 By Loubert S SuddabyIn PoemsLeave a comment

Love—an illusion, so it well may seem,
A folie à deux shared by two souls that meet;
A construct of the mind, a waking dream,
A primal force that thrives through self-deceit.
The deepest friendship, steeped in loyalty—
Selfless, unconditional, and wise,
Brings hope and trust, bound to eternity—
The purest truth reflected in the eyes.
Yet love distilled unto its basest sense
Is none of these, as all are shamed to know;
A force of life that binds through sly pretense,
To weave its spiral strands in endless show.
And still we lie together, you and I—
Deceived by nature, gazing at the sky.