Sonnet 600

On August 9, 2023August 30, 2025 By Loubert S SuddabyIn PoemsLeave a comment

My pen has dipped the ink of Hell’s despair

And by my praise, the joys of Heaven blessed;

Penned notes of gentle words to connote care—

Or diatribes to scourge and damn the cursed.

At times the verse flows gently as a stream

At times strikes fierce with thunderbolts of night;

Yet even through the tempest’s raging scene

Its purpose shines—to cast a guiding light.

Through composition I may touch the heart

And by fair argument enlighten minds;

For tone can either heal or rend apart,

And words enthrall, by thought with thought aligned.

Though narratives in monotone be writ

The inked design lies crafted in the wit.

Sonnet 599

On July 30, 2023August 30, 2025 By Loubert S SuddabyIn PoemsLeave a comment

Proud poetry lends color to my world

Where silent words bring images to light,

In measured rhyme they dance and leap and twirl—

From tranquil thought, inked renderings take flight.

A wash of silver tears upon a page;

The crimson wrath of rancor writ in blood;

Black blots of mortal folly on life’s stage;

Rose piety of heartfelt moral good.

The humblest verse may paint a vision grand—

Of mighty mountains, vast and endless seas;

Of every venture that the mind has planned,

And more of hope for all dreams yet to be.

Still all the ink here spilt upon the earth

Cannot define the sum of your sweet worth.

Sonnet 598

On July 23, 2023August 30, 2025 By Loubert S SuddabyIn PoemsLeave a comment

Where greater pens have spent all love’s fair ink

And sweeter voices sang resplendent songs,

Proud poets press their favored muse to think

Of verse to stir the weary-hearted throng;

The finest quills that paper e’er embraced

Have professed love here—be it false or true—

Of all the silhouettes their praises trace

Yet none has ever limned a form like you.

Your beauty far exceeds both word and rhyme

Or any likeness wrought by grand compare;

No simile save that which gods design

Could best that visage hailed in heaven’s air.

On this my pen shall rest, for well I know,

No mortal lines e’er writ can best your show.

Sonnet 597

On July 8, 2023June 13, 2025 By Loubert S SuddabyIn PoemsLeave a comment

Rest of these bones, make only quiet here,

Once life did rage but for a dying cause—

And live I did, brash, proud, bereft of fear,

Save for the reverence owed almighty God.

I breathed the sunshine, swallowed up the rain

And tacked my sails to favor eye of wind;

No storm arose o’er which I could not reign,

No solemn sun could scorch my vision blind.

From desert sand unto the arctic snow,

From steaming jungles to tall mountains grand,

A child unleashed upon a brazen world—

There proven true to best the state of man.

These relics sleep, their service here now done;

A simple stone to mark a course well run.

Sonnet 596

On June 11, 2023August 30, 2025 By Loubert S SuddabyIn PoemsLeave a comment

So runs the edict of this moral age

That we rise up to make all wrongs a right,

Thus in our doing, vile offense assuage

That all who view shall see us as contrite.

Here many do portray a righteous mask

Oft giving alms as so to mantle sin

And courting virtue, heft a hollow cross

While piety cloaks venal acts therein.

When goodness does but good, it sanctifies;

True virtue’s thought alone can cleanse the soul.

A vow of poverty full dignifies—

Yet those disciples often tread alone.

What moral standard in a good is found,

When gifts of pennies front the theft of pounds?

Sonnet 595

On June 10, 2023June 13, 2025 By Loubert S SuddabyIn PoemsLeave a comment

So did sour sadness permeate sweet June

When my perennial broke her promised turn;

No urgent prayers could placate sun or moon,

As barren earth lay choked with weeds I spurned.

What was the failure—water, wind or sun?

Or yet occult, by gods or fate denied?

What unseen hand marked now her time as done

And by cruel stroke did love and hope deride?

But yet the sun does rise, so too comes rain

And still the wind wends through the gardens green

Where blossoms bright dance ever much the same,

Though still upon my heart, bring no reprieve—

I often sit and muse upon that flower

And marvel at the strength of beauty’s power.

Sonnet 594

On May 28, 2023June 13, 2025 By Loubert S SuddabyIn PoemsLeave a comment

If you could grasp the power, that female force

To crush a man with but a simple smile—

And in so doing, rule his best and worst

That he concede and venerate your style.

To have his manhood at your sole behest,

His strength and cunning to back all your aims;

To wield by proxy all his manliness—

As you conspire in endless effete games.

But of this quest, you do not stand alone

For every move is tracked by penciled eyes,

With paint and brush so too are their skills honed;

The best of a maquillage in battle plied.

Such force once launched a thousand mighty ships:

Blood red so stained are many siren’s lips.

Sonnet 593

On May 27, 2023August 30, 2025 By Loubert S SuddabyIn PoemsLeave a comment

When she was gone away from me those months

And did her dalliance with lust enchain,

Her honeyed notes beguiled me as a dunce

Though truth be told, I might have done the same;

Within those lines I marked a tempered love—

By common words, a truth both stressed and strained,

Not tender words that lovers oft think of—

But as if devotion wore another name.

I found it strange, yet gave the best of heart

And answered every missive in love’s ink;

Each billet-doux grew weekly more apart

As truth unto deception seemed to sink.

Confronted so upon her proud return…

We sifted through the ash of letters burned.

Sonnet 592

On May 21, 2023August 30, 2025 By Loubert S SuddabyIn PoemsLeave a comment

I oft confuse a smile with simile—

By acts or words a vision from thin air,

For most, I smile at what I love to see

And by sweet notion, anecdotes compare.

To me your dimples laugh like joy reborn,

A saucy sneer suggests I’ve gone astray,

A radiant beam can warm me like the sun

And simpers soft seem much a cat at play.

But similes and smiles are not the same

Though similitudes and wiles may convene,

Yet keen compare is more than just a game,

When they pervert a truth into a scheme.

In verse please see, by broad conceit a grin—

And not by smirk, a ruse condoning spin.

Sonnet591

On May 21, 2023August 30, 2025 By Loubert S SuddabyIn PoemsLeave a comment

At times, a comic on the stage of life

And far more often still, an utter fool;

Yet to make fun of trials and their strife

Does rob of spite the pleasures of the cruel.

It is a special grace to make as light

All dark calamities that bring life down,

For all know well, detractors will delight

In sour misfortune that most lives confound.

There lurks a breed within the human kind

That relishes another’s misery;

In these black hearts pure evil is refined

To tip the arrows of sheer treachery.

A jest, a grin, quick laughter in duress

Outshines the armor of an iron breast.

	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

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Author: Loubert S Suddaby