Author: Loubert S Suddaby

Sonnet 6

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Should tedious days mock me to the end,
And mar my future with impoverished strife;
Should leaden burdens cause my back to bend,
And tortured turmoil haunt my every night;
Should darkest hours like a decade be,
And every winter last a thousand years;
Each second be an eon’s agony,
And every moment hold a billion fears—
Should heaven’s brightest orb surcease to shine,
And wretched clouds forever mask the moon,
Should dark despair devour all my time,
And stalk me to the crumbling edge of doom;
I feel that I could bear it if I knew,
That came the morning, I would be with you.

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Sonnet 7

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So many minds have contemplated Time,
And one day dubbed him fast, the next day slow,
Yet each knows he’s as constant as the tide—
‘Tis merely thinking such that makes things so.
He plays no favorite with us mortal things…
The tortoise and the hare each have their hour,
And like as such the changing seasons bring,
Both life and death to every living flower—
For Time’s not fast or slow—but he is just;
Majestic mountains shall be future sand,
And in such changing we may place our trust—
The vastest oceans are tomorrow’s land.
So come then, take my hand and walk with me,
And in proud step we’ll mock eternity.

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Sonnet 730

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These many years together, hand in hand,
We’ve walked along love’s long and winding shore—
Through cloud and sun, both beautiful and grand;
By God’s own witness—I could love no more.
Life is a journey, fleeting in its span,
And much we chase along that winding way
Proves but vain dross that veils a higher plan—
A day of rain foretokens brighter days.
The richest life is one that two can share;
A sunset glows more splendid seen by two;
Love is the warm embrace of souls who care—
Who’d give their life, as I would give to you…
You are God’s grace, His breath of life in me,
A sacred light I cherish, endlessly.

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Sonnet 729

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Dear Dylan, have another drink with me
Before we slam the apple towns once more,
And wring from life all truth and sweetness free
As arm in arm we sing our bawdy lore.
No frown from heaven shakes our roaring form,
No smile from hell can cloud these peerless joys;
‘Neath starlit skies our tweeds hang passion-torn—
None rob the mirth from dreaming, drunken boys.
Dull lamps within the pub fend off the night,
And I find strength to tip a shining glass.
Around us, creeping shadows dim the light—
Oh, that this blithesome eve might ever last!
I raised my drink to toast the raging moon…
Then looked around—and found that you were gone.

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Sonnet 728

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Yes, I have seen the wind move through the trees
And watched her skim in whispers o’er the lake;
I’ve seen her scatter golden autumn leaves
And chase the clouds along her restless wake.
She shows herself with dust swirls in her hair,
Or when she dances laughing in the rain;
For then she scorns at what the world may care,
And calls to me in murmurs, soft and plain.
In quiet hours when no one else can hear,
She weaves for me coquettish secret games
Of kiss and run, like some sweet paramour,
A fleeting joy no mortal heart can claim—
‘Who has seen the wind?’ The doubters often say;
I smile, of course, and then head out to play.

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Sonnet 727

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(Her answer to the swain of Sonnet 235)

Yes I recall when deep beneath your sheets
My body sparked the tinder of your flame;
How fiery eyes and hearts in fervent beats
Conjoined our lust with neither guilt nor shame.
Enwrapped between my thighs, you dared explore
While heat surged up from every urgent breath—
You plunged into the vent of ardor’s roar
And drank the cries I screamed from passion’s depths.
Then doused in sweat, the blaze began to fade,
We smoldered on, two embers burned and spent
My mouth still seeking, bold and unafraid,
A hungry phoenix, glowing, near ascent.
By love consumed, still ash, no flame to quell;
I bore you through both heaven and sweet hell.

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Sonnet 726

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When I behold the pipes of jaunty spring
Breathe life to cheerless branches cold and bare,
When forest minstrels on fresh breeze sing,
And morning breaks with promise in the air;
When golden warmth dissolves the icy woes,
And frozen earth yields to the season’s sway;
When budding limbs in quiet radiance glow,
And swelling blooms redeem the world from gray-
It’s then my thoughts return to you my love,
Sweet vernal soul who warms all hearts anew
To cast the world in heaven’s light above
And with one smile, paints all a rainbow hue.
As ancients praised the waxing sun’s sure light,
So shall I you – until my winter’s blight.

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Sonnet 725

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When sands run out and fervid colors fade,
Dark clouds arise and choke the living sun;
On Heaven’s air a solemn requiem plays…
The gloaming whispers that my work is done,
Time to snuff out the candle, close the door,
Ascend the stairway to the waiting bed;
Loose the scabbard, hang up the arms I wore
And lay the body down—all done and said;
No more the endless siege, the battles drawn,
No more the grand pursuit – horse, hound and horn,
No more the tender warmth of hearts once won,
Nor weight of fallen comrades, duty borne,
Now shall I rest where God’s dear memories keep,
And noble dreams lie folded into sleep.

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Mother

						

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You are the one who brought me here


Into this wondrous world and wide


The hope and pain you did endure


By smiles and tears did love betide


 


And from your gentle arms I flew


Forever guided by your song


As in your heart I know and knew


That you would love me right or wrong


 


There stands no greater love than this


A mother’s dreams held for her child


Earth’s manifest of Heaven’s bliss


Telluric blessings mercy mild


 


As long as men have tears to shed


As long as hearts have hope to spring


As long as blood stays crimson red


I’ll think of you though tears may sting


 


So if you look from Heaven down


And see the man you raised to be


Know that the seeds of love so sown


Shall ever bide in memory…


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Sonnet 724

						

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I know I must enthrall you with this line,


Or you will never read another word.


Perhaps by now I’ve squandered all my time,


And further lines might border on absurd.


This ink, though black, springs purely from the heart


And humbly begs forgiveness for offense,


In hope the tribute that this verse imparts


Might win remission and bring recompense.


I know I am not worthy of your love—


By fate or chance I entered in your realm…


Or yet some god did cast the die above


And Fortune’s throw placed me at your heart’s helm.


For love of life I meant not to offend;


As here by truth alone, these lines contend.
















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