Sonnet 533

On March 8, 2022September 8, 2025 By Loubert S SuddabyIn PoemsLeave a comment

I threw another dream-log on the fire

Where dying flames still licked it hungrily,

And though the smoke to heaven did aspire

My thoughts lay in bronze embers there to see;

Within those glowing coals, all ardor past,

The essence yet of every hope and prayer,

All quested glory now on ashes cast,

And nigh below, grey stone to rest them there.

Not long ago a great inferno burned

Within the confines of this darkened hearth,

A conflagration pure of life affirmed—

Now lit as candles on a sepulcher;

That blaze a flicker of its former might

Which once did rage—Oh with a gloried light!

The Poet

On March 8, 2022October 31, 2024 By Loubert S SuddabyIn PoemsLeave a comment

Carefully chosen words laid in like brick

And then the mortar grit and muddy thick

To build a structure where no ready form

Could yet unto the watchful eyes discern;

But still the layer labored unaware

Indeed quite doubtful anyone should care

For there was such fulfillment in that work

No part of him would deign to stop or shirk

That labor born of love that egged him on

Until across that page no light yet shone.

Rest of tomorrow ‘til the sun shall rise,

Where line by line fresh toil greets the skies.

Sonnet 532

On March 8, 2022September 8, 2025 By Loubert S SuddabyIn PoemsLeave a comment

A lonely traveler then, ‘twixt birth and death—

That odyssey of hope and dreams called life;

From primal scream until the final breath,

A pilgrimage replete with bloody strife;

A gauntlet there of tribulation run—

So beaten, bound—by every word disgraced;

More battles seeming lost than those fair won

And even night’s reprieve, by fret erased.

Yet comes the morning with the waxing light

To vanquish shadows and to spirits warm,

Slaying the dragons that beset the night,

And salving souls with faith’s eternal balm.

Here though I greet the world with gaze distrait,

I look on you and grant that hell can wait.

Sonnet 531

On March 8, 2022September 8, 2025 By Loubert S SuddabyIn PoemsLeave a comment

Long have I gazed through life’s ethereal smoke

And in that haze have watched fair beauties pass,

Where many sport their fairness as a cloak

That hides a heart stone ugly, rude and crass.

Sweet beauty is not always golden truth

And truth is rarely simple beauty blessed,

For outward grace is oft the veil of youth

To stand brief moments, there by springtime dressed.

But you, dear heart, show beauty from the coeur—

This truth I speak, and boldly here defend:

To state this peerless garment that you wear

Will age unblemished to the very end;

Most beauty is not truth that’s outward seen—

But more charm’s aspect glossed in virtue’s mien.

Sonnet 530

On February 20, 2022September 8, 2025 By Loubert S SuddabyIn PoemsLeave a comment

What is the essence of a dying man,

His power leaching back into the earth?

His legacy, while cast a story grand

Soon eulogized—by lofty words rehearsed.

But what remains when he at last is gone—

Bombastic praise by which proud life is scored,

Brief gilded verses of a life-long song

Refined beyond all truth and into lore?

What if we said: he lived, he laughed, he loved,

Saw sunrise and sunset as much the same,

Gave glory to the Power that reigns above…

Saw death as but the ending of a game?

Humility forthright to move the crowd—

Where now the mourning bells peal twice as loud.

Sonnet 529

On February 14, 2022September 9, 2025 By Loubert S SuddabyIn PoemsLeave a comment

What say of love, fair fostered on a smile,

That force to bind the twain upon first sight?

Why should dear Cupid choose to so beguile

Sweet innocents in amorous delight?

What creed baptizes with a simple kiss

There forging bonds invisible to eyes—

That every mortal flaw would there dismiss,

Yet whispered virtues every ear apprise?

Love is in truth life’s greatest single power—

The one great triumph—heart and soul combined

With all eternity constrained to hours,

All trust enshrined in love’s embrace to find.

Most life is dreaming, hope on hope to try—

True love’s the meaning, abiding in each sigh.

Sonnet 528

On February 14, 2022June 20, 2025 By Loubert S SuddabyIn PoemsLeave a comment

How shall my life have meaning when you’re gone,

What pleasures then would life have me prepare?

A meal alone with candle light…what song

Might raise my spirits nigh above despair?

What future path with footprints of but one

Shall lead unto horizons better blessed,

And on that journey what may set the tone

And on whose bosom shall my head find rest?

You are a part of me and have become

My living purpose and my guiding star—

Wherever I may go, your light marks home,

A constant refuge be you near or far.

Of this fair knowing, here I state to thee

That on your passing, I shall cease to be.

Sonnet 527

On February 13, 2022September 9, 2025 By Loubert S SuddabyIn PoemsLeave a comment

Coddled by love, sweet cherished moments find

Hand clasped in hand there nestled by the fire;

Life’s fondest joys now flicker through the mind

While ardent tears to wistful eyes aspire;

I gaze upon the hearth and ruminate

On peaceful nights I held you in my arms,

The child of holy love we did create…

Remembered smiles that still my spirit warms.

I see upon the coals a fading light

Reminding me of youthful days fair passed,

Beneath the glim, orange embers do bedight

A glowing comfort to grey somber ash.

Love is the spirit of the life it bore—

The pyre’s essence of the flames it wore.

Sonnet 526

On January 30, 2022September 9, 2025 By Loubert S SuddabyIn PoemsLeave a comment

My love for her, a passion born of ages,

A vow eternal to a sacred cause;

Within my heart such ardor roils and rages,

The might of which sweet Venus would give pause.

No mortal heart could ever love her more;

Each fiber of my being wracks in pain

At thought another she may more adore—

And my heart cast into eternal flame;

Yet from those depths, what heaven to beseech,

For love itself—at once both balm and blade?

The grasp of love too oft does fail the reach

And unrequited bears woe to the grave.

Still with my blood I pledge this burning troth…

‘Til every glim of hope, to hell be tossed.

Sonnet 525

On January 30, 2022September 9, 2025 By Loubert S SuddabyIn PoemsLeave a comment

I know she loved me—yes of this I’m sure

And still in vile sin she did betray;

Yet of this trespass what is but the cure?

“You are forgiven”—this, perchance I’ll say;

Condemn my heart to bear the lasting scorn,

To dwell in silence through the aching years

Where sorrow’s night leaves both our spirits torn,

And sweetest dreams dissolve in bitter tears.

There is no future, no redeeming past:

This stands the time we met and dared to trust—

Yet in that time love drew its final gasp,

And all sweet ardor burned to ash and dust.

That was the hour for murder and for hate—

Now is the time to heal and vindicate.

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Loubert S Suddaby poems

Author: Loubert S Suddaby

Sonnet 533

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