Sonnet 640

On April 21, 2024August 26, 2025 By Loubert S SuddabyIn PoemsLeave a comment

‘You have a handsome face’ she said to me

Midst other praises she did happily sing;

Full unaccustomed to such flattery

I thought, perhaps, she fancied but a fling.

“What is it women want?” I braved to ask…

‘Why love, of course, and faithfulness to death,

Wit and humor, someone who makes them laugh,

And strength unbridled, confidence, I guess;

‘‘But there are likely many of that ilk—

In your broad travels, some have surely passed

Who might have loved you with undying will?”

‘A few, but lacking station, means and class…

Well, I must go, it’s sure been nice to gab,

I left my purse, no doubt you’ve got the tab.’

Sonnet 639

On April 20, 2024August 27, 2025 By Loubert S SuddabyIn PoemsLeave a comment

Love enters through the eyes bestirring hearts

Whose quickened essence ever pulses more,

Sweet fluttering cadence that can souls impart

Sheer wings of light on which rapt spirits soar.

Swift rises so dear hope to giddying heights

On rainbow plumage shimmering in the air;

By lofty vantage there to gain rare sight

Imbuing visions bright beyond compare.

Still gyring higher on upsurging spires

And gliding ever closer to the sun,

The nearing sound of soft angelic choirs

Hint paradise lies scarce a cloud beyond.

By glimpse alone, love can on pinions rise—

Where wings of feathered wax oft court demise.

Sonnet 638

On April 14, 2024August 27, 2025 By Loubert S SuddabyIn PoemsLeave a comment

Yes, he has been unfaithful, this is true

And now you stand the angry woman scorned,

Yet for such rancor that you now exude

Take careful stock of everything you’ve learned.

To slay forgiveness with the sword of hate

Where every man is tempted to deceive—

Should foul fault now lock dear Heaven’s gate

That no sin garnered e’re deserve reprieve?

If he still loves you, what becomes the cost

By proud excuse to keep your house a home…

For pride alone, should fondest hope be tossed

And you serve penance, striking out alone?

All men are sinners, each in differing kind,

But razing love for vengeance seems purblind.

Sonnet 637

On April 13, 2024August 27, 2025 By Loubert S SuddabyIn PoemsLeave a comment

There lies no prudence in this humble verse;

No message great to life’s proud force assign—

Nor yet a dictum noble, stern or terse,

No deeper meaning cloaked between the lines.

No wealth to filch through furtive mimicry,

No pearl of insight to bestow in kind,

No secret credo for the soul to seek—

To lift up hope or sanctify the mind.

This is, more sure, an exercise of heart

Where silent words may wheel and entertain

That language forged through ages, might assert,

In ink-borne echoes, truths we can’t explain.

Where minds may muse in rhyme reflected thought—

And by pure wonder, laud what words have wrought.

Sonnet 636

On April 8, 2024August 5, 2025 By Loubert S SuddabyIn PoemsLeave a comment

We are but Bowerbirds, it seems to be,

Where glossy plumage worn speaks to our worth,

Displayed for but the finest mate to see—

Rank wealth concealing blemishes of birth.

Like mating birds we barter and disguise

There gilding nuptial beds with treasure,

Gold’s glitter cast to blind a lover’s eyes,

That she submit and join in wanton pleasure.

So too, the human mind, like birds, prefers—

And handsome wealth requites a wanting face

Though choices such are coined in different words,

Each pretext posed, extolled without disgrace.

There dowries deck the marital bed in greed—

And beauty’s owned by he who holds the deed.

Sonnet 635

On April 8, 2024August 6, 2025 By Loubert S SuddabyIn PoemsLeave a comment

Am I a fool to trust that you are true

While knowing every soul has its free will?

Where human passion sways, as it may do,

And rude temptation lurks upon the hill?

The cowbird waits, unguarded nests to find,

Much as those times I’m absent from your heart,

And on swift wings leaves color-guards behind

To stain proud flags and vanish in the dark.

But of betrayal, what have I there to fear…

Seeing no hint of treason in your eye,

And of suspicion, should I find despair

In changing moods or frequent pseudo sighs?

Love’s trust becomes the snare by which we grieve—

And cuckolds fret on truths they half believe.

Sonnet 634

On March 30, 2024June 7, 2025 By Loubert S SuddabyIn PoemsLeave a comment

Most human reason seems bedecked emotion

Where tailored mind to naked heart still yields;

Pure intellect a cold caparison,

Feigned logic now the stylists’ favorite weed.

Ideologues unite through common vestments

And flaunt dominion in robed finery,

Black hearts cloaked in pretentious garments

That veil derision, hate and jealousy.

False garb becomes the fashioned new regalia

And lies, in turn, investitures of worth;

Verity’s restyled through echolalia

And fallacy enshrouds pure right in dearth.

Soon uniforms of brown or grey fair rule—

As plebs don motley of a court side fool.

Sonnet 633

On March 30, 2024August 27, 2025 By Loubert S SuddabyIn PoemsLeave a comment

Socialism is born of jealousy

While capitalism glories more in greed;

The one fair set to plunder “righteously”—

The other robs through work beyond pure need.

You did not build that, envy quotes of state,

You’ve no due right to count that good your own,

Your toil and triumph merely to conflate

That every serf deserves a noble home.

In Neolithic times, all wealth was “shared”

As nomads feasted ‘til the beast was gone;

Then rose the plow, and property declared—

Each took in measure what his labor won.

Here some still raid, this pretext set to stand;

Still feasting freely—future fate be damned!

Sonnet 632

On March 23, 2024June 7, 2025 By Loubert S SuddabyIn PoemsLeave a comment

Spring now beckons, the land in Winter’s grasp;

That cold curmudgeon reveling in snow,

Not knowing that warm breath will soon unclasp

The icy grip that still a world enfolds.

At her sweet smile alone stern ice did cry

Repentant for dear life lost to its shards,

While songsters sang in buoyant springtime choirs

To herald love’s return to fields and glades.

But yet no joy for me at Winter’s ruin,

No heart to leap at early blossoms seen,

No wonder at the trees in buds festooned

Or yet the heathland burgeoning in green,

For now of spring my heart shall e’er contest;

As life returned, I laid my love to rest.

Sonnet 631

On March 17, 2024June 7, 2025 By Loubert S SuddabyIn PoemsLeave a comment

Where hope may yet commend a common bond

That different creed or color may embrace,

And so in brotherhood all wrath be calmed

That prejudice show pride in its disgrace.

There might we see as each to each the same,

All ire reduced by common factors there

And foul suspicion end its jaded game

So souls scarred by division can repair.

Then let us brave this solve in purposed thought,

That hearts now shattered may reintegrate

Where men through love and kindness, ever sought

—Stand equal in the glow of heaven’s gate.

And evil that has rendered heart and soul

Become the memory of a vanquished foe.

	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