Sonnet 561

On October 31, 2022September 6, 2025 By Loubert S SuddabyIn PoemsLeave a comment

All Hallow’s Eve, the mist of death descends

And spirits walk as though in mortal form,

By ghoulish shapes their presence so portends

That every soul is not of Heaven born—

Grave stones rough-hewn are lit by pagan lights,

That torch of ages raised ‘ere Christ was born,

To show how hope shall always thwart sin’s blight,

And life may ever laugh at death’s dark scorn.

There from that dream, believers built a cross

‘Mong other icons to assuage their fears,

That relic bones be not mere earthly dross;

Where yet some essence braves the vale of tears.

That darkened eve this arcane vision paints

Black doubts that linger on the Day of Saints.

Sonnet 560

On October 22, 2022September 5, 2025 By Loubert S SuddabyIn PoemsLeave a comment

Heaven is falling—so the scholar said—

By man defiled, by sins and slander shamed;

The consequence of vice, all dire and dread

Are crowned in penance, lit by devil’s flames.

“You must obey and yield, transgress no more !

Now kiss the dust, confess your carnal sin—

You are the flesh that pious souls abhor,

Your body not your own, but theirs to win.”

What pillars have we moved to break the sky?

What sacred laws have heedless actions crossed?

What chains to wear that off the rich shall slide?

Why toll no bells for all their glory lost?

The tyrants’ scepter stands so to proclaim,

That truth and virtue bear a stolen name.

Sonnet 559

On October 16, 2022September 5, 2025 By Loubert S SuddabyIn PoemsLeave a comment

A Tower of Babel reaching to the sky

Built by proud hands in feigned democracy—

Murmuring of God while faithless hearts defy

Blest dictums in a vain hypocrisy.

“From many, one,” they cried in bold decree

Yet one of many did the others rule,

By fake inclusion, masked in equity

They played the pawns as rank and loathsome fools.

To further aims they would by hate divide,

Black lies to shroud the evils of their ends,

Controlling speech so none could there deride—

Thin pillars high that no truth could defend.

Obedience shall gain sweet promised lands:

So states the plaque where on the rubble stands.

Sonnet 558

On October 16, 2022September 5, 2025 By Loubert S SuddabyIn PoemsLeave a comment

Winter’s wrath arrives with blood upon the trees

And golden treasure strewn upon the ground;

There, angered now, a gentle summer’s breeze,

Rears up in gales that flay fair fortune down.

Gilt golden grain, once proud, lies stooked and tied,

Steel scythe upraised—heads bowing to their fate;

By pitchfork, pike and wagon’s rumbling ride,

Condemned unto the byre beyond the gate.

Hoar frost encrusts the fields—a chainmail cloak,

That stills in silence, fur and feathered song;

While babbling on, the brook not yet in yoke—

Unfazed by icy chains he’ll wear ere long.

So once again that gelid might descends—

‘Til gentle Spring returns and makes amends.

Sonnet 557

On October 15, 2022September 5, 2025 By Loubert S SuddabyIn PoemsLeave a comment

All is forgiven—God alone decides,

So by His will, you have forsaken me;

Now grief alone must chase a swallowed pride—

Bile’s bitterness, the lingering taste to be.

We are straw dogs, though passions still contend

Through buried ire as fate is coldly cast;

Celestial whims with wanton, ruthless ends

Enshroud all humble hopes, as dreams long passed.

Shattered stalks lie broken on the ground

Beneath the shadow of unquestioned might;

Frayed worthless husks that love once tightly bound

Now fate-blown chaff, forever lost to sight.

Wind-scattered grasses ‘neath dark clouds belie

That noble strife to seek a bluer sky.

Sonnet 556

On September 12, 2022September 5, 2025 By Loubert S SuddabyIn Poems1 Comment

As morning sun shall rise, so must it set

To mete again a sweet or bitter day

And once quite surely gone, it rises yet

To mark out time in single candled ways.

So measured life in darkness and in light

Plays out in puppet shadows on a wall

As if by some mischievous manus sleight—

Designed to much amuse, or yet to gall.

From golden sconce forever hope is shone

So life ekes on amidst quotidian dreams,

Penumbral shadows coalesced at dawn;

Form strange ombromanies upon a screen.

And still we dance beneath that ageless sun,

In shadowed trance, ‘til moonless night shall come.

Sonnet 555

On September 12, 2022September 5, 2025 By Loubert S SuddabyIn PoemsLeave a comment

Where lies sweet hope when passion bars love’s way

And petty quarrels set once-kind hearts aflame,

Smoke rising like dark clouds to choke the day,

Descending soon as thunder-scolded rain?

Soon words, like waves by distant tempests stirred,

Lash out in rage upon the rugged shore

As each stands firm, in bitter pride deferred,

To drown the other in a blustery storm.

Where is the beacon when the blackened sky

And scornful winds bring hope down to its knees?

When love’s a storm-tossed sailor, left to die,

Clinging to flotsam on relentless seas—

There battered hope survives to still hold on

The stoutest stones that love once rested on.

Sonnet 554

On September 12, 2022September 5, 2025 By Loubert S SuddabyIn PoemsLeave a comment

I brought to you a bouquet of the sun

Fresh plucked from fields and ripe with heaven’s praise;

You placed them in a vase and hummed a song,

Arranging blooms beneath a gentle gaze…

Then turned to me and beamed a radiant smile

That took me back to sun-drenched meadows fair,

From which I’d walked that happy, golden mile

‘Midst orchid scents and pink orpine-rich air.

I had no gifts to bring but those few flowers;

Yet you received them as a treasure pure

And on your porch we lingered for an hour—

Light foolishness and airs of sweet allure.

Of all lost chances, one still haunts my soul…

That I lacked strength, your precious hand to hold.

Sophie

On July 31, 2022December 21, 2024 By Loubert S SuddabyIn PoemsLeave a comment

So she was fallen in the night,

By limbs now wizened there betrayed;

A tired heart bereft of might,

A body beaten, time decayed.

Did she perhaps call out my name

That I return the help she gave

For but to render there the same,

I might have eased her to the grave.

But I was many miles gone

With arms too short to reach her hand,

The love and life that she did spawn

Now wandered in a foreign land.

Perhaps she knew I loved her more

Than sons have ever loved a grace

And from my breast sweet passion tore,

The wish that I had seen her face

And told her in that fading light—

That all she did was good and right.

Sonnet 553

On July 30, 2022September 5, 2025 By Loubert S SuddabyIn PoemsLeave a comment

So do I love you now, as ever, more

And nay, it matters not if you love me

For unrequited yet I bear love’s thorn—

So indivisible this pledge to thee.

Here bid me leave and heavy I shall go,

Tell me stay, and gladly I rejoice;

To love’s command my future I bestow,

So be that power in your darling voice.

Love’s grace is not contingent on a plan

Nor does it rest upon some sole decree;

It is a force ethereal and grand

That binds two souls in peerless harmony;

By hope alone I here so live or die:

Love is to be, and never wonder why.

	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