Sonnet 650

On August 21, 2024June 7, 2025 By Loubert S SuddabyIn PoemsLeave a comment

Were I now but a queer lad crowned in curls

With cherub smiles that all should want me there

And I did covet his ass more than yours—

Then of your coyness I would never care.

I would forsake those endless feline games

To full pursue pure lust directed wants

And in one night hold dozens without shame

In back of bars or seedy dim lit haunts.

Perhaps but sad, I was not wired so;

I am a slave unto the female form,

To sacred curves and golden ratios—

More to soft arms that swaddle me in warmth;

To plumb sweet depths of soul filled sultry eyes,

Then detumesce betwixt encircling thighs.

Sonnet 649

On August 14, 2024August 26, 2025 By Loubert S SuddabyIn PoemsLeave a comment

Bright, pert and green she sashayed up to me

Stroking my ego with soft moues and smiles,

Breasts brushing slight, sure accidentally…

Provocatively standing in profile.

A giggling child caught up in women’s schemes

Perhaps unknowing still the scene in play

Or yet responding to some half baked dreams,

By nascent lust or puppy love displayed.

Pure innocence that just discovered fire,

That flame licked passion flickering in the soul;

A sylph controlled by instinct born desire

Preparing yet for love’s heart-scripted roles.

Were I a knave, her dance might so invite—

But twice her age, a forehead kiss good night.

Sonnet 648

On June 16, 2024August 26, 2025 By Loubert S SuddabyIn PoemsLeave a comment

To see the smile of that sweet darling child

Now to my heart here brings no greater joy,

For love of love will never be reviled

And life, through love, shall ever so be buoyed.

For what remains when God calls us to leave

This earthly bower we have called our home,

And of our passing, who shall truly grieve

Save blood of bairn there always to flow warm?

The gilt of Mammon oft becomes a lure

To lead astray those souls it can enthrall—

The essence of out life is thus obscured

As secular pursuits pure purpose galls.

True love’s a candle in the dark of night,

By love of God, in hope, our guiding light.

Sonnet 647

On June 16, 2024August 26, 2025 By Loubert S SuddabyIn PoemsLeave a comment

My father’s hands, pure strength that raised and wrought

A life from out the unforgiving grange,

Where nerve and sinewed toil so filled the pot

To keep our humble table well maintained.

By wit he bartered for the clothes we wore

And mended yet the roof above our heads;

There on his arms we saw the scars he bore

As he each night would tuck us into bed.

Though taciturn, he spoke through loving eyes

And all he said, pure wisdom so to heed;

Wry stories that he told best served to guide,

With every action set to suit our need.

In pride I seek to best his loving hand—

That I might make a father half as grand.

Sonnet 646

On June 8, 2024August 27, 2025 By Loubert S SuddabyIn PoemsLeave a comment

She left in springtime, darling buds to wreath

As daffodils shrugged off the icy snow;

Mocked so by nascent life her death to grieve

And me to ask how God could make it so.

The world upraised in happiness and joy

Yet in cold earth my heart rude buried there;

Sweet feathered choirs all spirits set to buoy

While yet my soul to languish in despair.

Perhaps there is no God—no God at all—

Least one that cares about a wight like me;

By simple love could He not have forestalled

And chose a bleaker time near winter’s lede?

For now of springtide, bliss to bless the land…

Bide smiles and tears admixed by Heaven’s hand.

Sonnet 645

On June 1, 2024June 5, 2025 By Loubert S SuddabyIn PoemsLeave a comment

You are the candied apple of my eye

Replete of sweet with hint of savory,

A clear delight none ever could deny…

Pure luscious wholesome painted cloyingly.

There so deemed healthy when ’tis sure not so,

Forged ailment proffered by a modern Eve;

Glazed glossy crimson masking vices old

Where hearts devour fare the soul may grieve.

Still here I relish you with fancied sight

A delicacy that bests all I have known,

Enamored at the thought of love’s first bite…

Though treats may still be by a serpent sown.

The flesh is weak and so my lips blush red —

While swallowed bait of lust metes joy and dread.

Sonnet 644

On May 25, 2024July 30, 2025 By Loubert S SuddabyIn PoemsLeave a comment

My love has so imbued with golden light

That visage rare which every eye adores

And I, spellbound, in passionate delight

By finest wish, could never want you more.

Yet though I pine, you stand so out of reach

As grasping mist in some elusive dream—

Here still I strive with every thought to breach

Those ramparts that surround your sacred realm.

I have no standing, lineage or birth

To rive those walls that so ensconce you now;

Not but a paltry dowry courting mirth…

As worthless as this ink—sure to raise brows.

This rune is but a bolt shot to your keep,

Staunch heart surmounting hurdles legs can’t leap.

Sonnet 643

On May 25, 2024August 26, 2025 By Loubert S SuddabyIn PoemsLeave a comment

For I have felt the mighty force of love,

Life’s surging torrent seeming tempest born

Where wind and wave stirred by brash Heaven above

Turn halcyon delight to raging storm;

Haughty sun restrained by rain and roiled clouds—

Wrought passion pure to vex a placid sea,

Almighty blessed to court sky splendored bows

That beckon hope…still ever yet to be.

So rages then impassioned hearts and souls

To stand defiant on tumultuous shores

Fair set to plunge into fret foaming shoals

Where singularity shall sing no more…

And as sogged sea nymphs lost on billowed main,

So drown in unplumbed depths of joy and pain.

Sonnet 642

On May 19, 2024August 26, 2025 By Loubert S SuddabyIn PoemsLeave a comment

Though verse may languish in the public dross

This sterling rune shall here proclaim by fame

The best that truth and beauty ever was,

That all who read, desire to know your name.

No greater challenge posed to poet’s ink

Than your sweet essence blest beyond compare,

Where, quill in hand, spun golden hours sink

As muses strive to find just tribute there.

While many mighty pens have sworn to score

A timeless paean to rare beauty born,

Over ink stained notes perpetually pour

In hapless toil, near triumph e’er to mourn.

Here I sit poised, clear victory in my sight—

Rapt in a vision words can scarce bedight.

Sonnet 641

On April 27, 2024August 26, 2025 By Loubert S SuddabyIn PoemsLeave a comment

Pure love in mortal form—sure stands no other—

The sole purveyor of all life to see

Proudly bearing the cherished name of Mother,

Sweet shepherdess of every soul to be.

No triumph of the heart accords more praise,

By selfless acts each day, no measured end—

Dear heart and hand to waning spirits raise

With every joy or sorrow to attend.

Soft gentle hand upon the lilting cradle

With might to move an unforgiving world;

By light of love all shadow to disable,

On sight alone bright flags of hope unfurled.

By heaven’s grace and love’s unending power…

The best of human virtue in a flower.

	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

Author: Loubert S Suddaby