Sonnet 723

On May 2, 2025August 19, 2025 By Loubert S SuddabyIn PoemsLeave a comment

The world seems far too heavy now, and still

Languishing here, ensconced within my hand;

I roam Point Nemo freely at my will,

And speak with souls who seek their solace grand;

By satellite I measure Fuji’s snow,

Or trace the Amazon through mountain scree

And seek lone places only penguins know—

Or ask a friend to come have toast and tea.

I can best Magellan in an hour,

Look down on places where no man has been

And glimpse Blake’s heaven in an astral flower

With telescopes that arc around the sun.

Through cyber sight I’ve seen the dawn of time…

Yet your sweet smile still bests all this in kind.

Sonnet 722

On May 1, 2025August 19, 2025 By Loubert S SuddabyIn PoemsLeave a comment

Today is the beginning of the end,

The end of all—of everything before;

Where naught but consequence and fate attend

Life’s fading hope that once the gods implored.

Each dawn reborn from out of darkest night,

Then heaven on earth, to blackness plunged again;

The promised glory of the rising light—

All Stygian sins by fervent faith washed clean.

Yet why should darkness wear the mask of sin?

Who has not gloried in the waxing gloam,

Or basked in velvet arms embraced therein—

Soft warmth that beckons weary spirits home.

Celestial wheels perplex the mortal mind,

By light or shadow, heresies divine.

Sonnet 721

On April 20, 2025August 19, 2025 By Loubert S SuddabyIn PoemsLeave a comment

‘God so loved the world,’ we speak in praise

As Eostre now strides boldly on the land—
Strange blends of liturgy and pagan ways
Whose marriage of a thousand years stays grand.
Hope, salvation, the promise of new life,
The blood of Christ to wash away all sin,
Converging to a realm exempt from strife—
A union blessed by Bede’s Time Reckoning.
The rites of Eostre still to rile the world
As blood seeps deeper in Golgotha’s ground;
With heathen thought does scripture oft concur…
For in the equinox, more truths are found;
The sun ascends the heavens every spring,
Celestial promise faith shall ever sing.

Sonnet 720

On April 18, 2025August 19, 2025 By Loubert S SuddabyIn PoemsLeave a comment

Life is the blood, the breath, the bones, the self;

The hallowed temple of the striving flesh…
Yet deep inside that mortal pulsing shell—
The enigmatic soul, God chose to bless
With gifts of love, of sunshine, food and rain
Lightened so with laughter and free will,
The endless musings of a questing brain
That ever seeks earth’s mysteries to distill.
What is our purpose then upon this rock—
To love, to labor, propagate, then die?
If born of love why must harsh hardship stalk
The best that hope or fervent prayer supply?
Sometimes it seems we stumble on alone,
Though green still clings unto this crust of stone.

Sonnet 719

On April 17, 2025August 19, 2025 By Loubert S SuddabyIn PoemsLeave a comment

Having long squandered my all-pleasured time,

Now lumbering on to stodgy middle age;

Leaving youthful bowers far behind,

For the Harris tweed and stiff starched-collar stage.

Driven by ledgers, numbers, the pain-stained ink,

The deadlines, dogma and dreary daily dues;

From carefree thought, to numbing burdens sink;

Yet rare uplifted by hard Sunday pews.

Perhaps I’m too Bohemian for this place,

Suff’ring not quotidian drudgery well…

And lacking patience, discipline or grace—

Some days I swear I’d sooner live in hell.

Give me tall mountains; some vacant endless shore

Where restless roving winds trill evermore.

Sonnet 718

On April 11, 2025August 19, 2025 By Loubert S SuddabyIn PoemsLeave a comment

I seek a love—her name is Poetry,

That she might here indulge me with her charms

And sing sweet songs or whisper breathlessly,

Caressing me in loving lyric arms.

There may we bide in mighty metaphors—

Castles grand with turrets that touch the sky

And wrap ourselves in silken similes

As king to queen we so apostrophize;

Or might she be my secret paramour

Where we on moonlit nights might ever meet

And dance away the stars until the morn,

To wake in idyll grottos, cheek to cheek.

Her sobriquet will be ‘my little song’…

Two hearts in rhyme, together, ever strong.

Sonnet 717

On April 10, 2025August 19, 2025 By Loubert S SuddabyIn PoemsLeave a comment

Now comes the lighting of the stellar lamp

Which softly tints grey skies in rose and blue,

Slowly rising over purple mountain ramps

To wake the world and warm all hearts anew.

So blush the tender crowns of yawning trees,

Whose darkling peignoirs shift to garden green

As minstrels trill upon the waking breeze,

A honeyed chorus lifted bright in mien.

Alchemy turns the leaden ponds to gold

And gilds the eagle gyring up on high;

Black rivers gleam as silver streams that hold

Fish that rise with golden-glinted eyes.

A mountain morning blest by Heaven’s light;

Enchantment borne of dawn’s first pure delight.

Sonnet 716

On April 9, 2025August 19, 2025 By Loubert S SuddabyIn PoemsLeave a comment

I saw you first as in a fever dream

Or as a daring wish upon a star,

Love’s final petal plucked in playful scheme;

With hope on hope—a quest no bane could bar.

No grander vision ever graced my sight

Than your dear essence folded in my arms

For cheek to cheek and heart to heart held tight,

You seemed an angel cast in mortal form.

So human passion leapt and took to wings

And gave a vantage of unbridled awe—

Celestial choirs from paradise to sing

Dear fervent blessings from the lips of God.

If this conceit stems from febricity…

May this affliction never cease to be.

Sonnet 715

On April 7, 2025May 31, 2025 By Loubert S SuddabyIn PoemsLeave a comment

It is a freedom of the human mind

That thought shall differ among separate souls,

And though most visions are the same in kind,

Conclusions differ based on what’s proposed.

Perceptions there are like cloud shapes we see,

By one form or another, a childish game;

A perfect something where two can’t agree…

Though, drawn on logic, both see much the same.

We are but slaves to biases through time,

Instructed so, or by our natural state;

Each to their inner insights so inclined—

To other points of view we then collate.

Thus when a shared accord evades us two,

… I’m sure it isn’t me, it must be you.

Sonnet 714

On April 5, 2025May 31, 2025 By Loubert S SuddabyIn PoemsLeave a comment

Prayers, empty prayers, I know not why I speak—

All orisons fall fast upon deaf ears

Where inane words do granite hearts beseech,

That pay no heed unto my anguished tears.

Perhaps this silence imports cryptic ways

That act by means obscure or deemed occult,

And while unseen, prime providence yet plays

Though on the surface all is grand tumult.

‘How inscrutable His judgment … true His word’

So says scripture of this unseen scheme;

Yet while purporting sovereign endless good—

Oft eyes bear witness to vile deeds obscene.

Blind faith to vindicate and not presume…

We gnaw stale manna while by hell consumed.

	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