Sonnet 695

On February 25, 2025July 15, 2025 By Loubert S SuddabyIn PoemsLeave a comment

If you should leave today what would I do,

Lost in the vastness of this barren room—

Knowing that I’m now one; no longer two…

A Stygian hush descending like a tomb,

Eyes turned to heaven in solemnity

Beseeching Elysium but for cause,

Some reasoned wrong that razed the sanctity

Of two hearts joined beneath the eyes of God.

Perhaps there is a measure in this sorrow,

Some further act beyond an anguished end,

Some encore grand that wakes me on the morrow—

So love means more than words writ on the strand.

But if not so, and hope stands ever barred;

My tears shall write ‘Selena’ in the stars.

Sonnet 694

On February 21, 2025August 23, 2025 By Loubert S SuddabyIn PoemsLeave a comment

There seems to be no seemly way for dying:

Dank sepulchers with candles fending gloom;

A feather bed with loved ones softly crying…

The sudden dark before the cannon’s boom.

A lone procession by white stallions drawn,

The sooty grimness of the funeral pyre,

The solemn sounds of Taps at break of dawn—

Such rites make Death the one whom we admire.

Give me some nameless plot beside the sea,

A lonely path where lovers come and go;

A quiet mound beneath a shady tree,

Some reverent place that only spirits know.

Yes, dig the grave and lay me down with care;

Blessed by sweet tears of love—but not despair.

Sonnet 693

On February 21, 2025August 23, 2025 By Loubert S SuddabyIn PoemsLeave a comment

For I have raptured lovelies in my day

And sipped the nectar of youth’s tender bloom,

Ensnared fair maids with but a glance or say,

Enchanting hearts across a crowded room.

In youthful times I stood a grinning king

Ruling with smiles and gestures, words of wit;

Sweet echoes of lost harems still may sing

Around that throne whereon I once did sit.

Some say it was a war with love I waged,

For true love’s sword stayed surely scabbard borne;

More true, perhaps, against blind lust I raged—

While still a pact against commitment sworn…

No—at my flank, the endless siege of time;

I fought commitment, to freedom e’re consigned.

Sonnet 692

On February 19, 2025August 23, 2025 By Loubert S SuddabyIn PoemsLeave a comment

Ephemeral beauty whose fair light’s pursued

In burning zeal born of primal desire;

That vain effulgence of the often wooed

That leads the meekest heart to full conspire

And wile away love’s long sweet cherished hours,

Immersed in smiles and silver tears divine;

So moves the unseen strength of beauty’s power,

That tempts the soul with beacons none outshine.

Rapt souls held captive to a fantasy

Bound on hope’s gloried ship to ever sail…

Seeking empyrean destiny,

Connubial bliss to ever life regale—

Purblind pursuit of dreams locked in the mind;

Ten thousand ships might sail, for one to find.

Sonnet 691

On February 14, 2025June 1, 2025 By Loubert S SuddabyIn PoemsLeave a comment

Songbirds stir to sing sweet hymns of love

As if they knew the Day of Hearts was here,

And pour their ardor out from boughs above

To lift up hearts and coax a happy tear.

The weight of winter, heavy on the land

Belies the mirth now rising from the trees,

Melodic minstrel choirs both meek and grand

Waft choruses that warble on the breeze;

And zephyrs softer than the breaths of spring

Hearken to that gay oratorio,

Borne through the wood by songsters on the wing

Who seek those pleasured places lovers know;

And heart chords tuned by Valentine this day

Resounds in songs all loving hearts convey.

Sonnet 690

On February 14, 2025August 23, 2025 By Loubert S SuddabyIn PoemsLeave a comment

Here so bides Valentine, that blood-red Saint

Martyred now in pagan hopes and dreams;

Who could have known that Christian hearts would paint

His sacred sacrifice with…joyous screams

And all the gaudy flowers know to man…

Sundry confections honeyed, soft and sweet—

While he lay on those cold and callous stones

Listening for the sound of Julia’s feet.

What were his thoughts in those long final hours?

Beseeching friends in letters that they pray

For his salvation, that a higher power

Might give him peace and chart another way?

But then—soft steps upon the prison stairs,

And so the answer to all hopes and prayers.

Sonnet 689

On February 13, 2025August 23, 2025 By Loubert S SuddabyIn PoemsLeave a comment

That dreaded day the Reaper knocks my door

And takes me by the hand to where souls go,

I shall not pause, no mercy to implore

For he is but a minister of woe;

A grim dark escort bridging life and death,

Base servant of some master far beyond,

Dire highwayman that steals living breath—

Replete of pleas that his rude choice be wrong.

He has taken many a hand of friend

And yet of dearest family members too

While loved ones begged reprieve until the end,

For love of God — still nothing there to do.

I’m not afraid, I’ve seen his surly frown…

Yet one angst plays…will I go up or down?

Ecclesia Cathedra

On February 13, 2025February 15, 2025 By Loubert S SuddabyIn PoemsLeave a comment

It is the greatest human leisure

To lie at peace in balmy weather

And watch the sculptured clouds on high

Give birth to forms that morph and die;

To dream sweet dreams that can’t be seen

Like furtive shadows on a screen,

While gentle zephyrs at their play

Cause jaunty flowers to bend and sway

Sweet songs tweet twitter in the trees

Punctuated by sounds of bees…

A jet black crow streaks by on high

Upon some mission, do or die;

Soft cotton lambs o’er brimmed with life

Purged pure of every worried strife

And by the fence a new dropped foal

On wobbled legs goes for a stroll.

A nearby stream soft babbles on

And will yet still when day is gone,

And then the light, ten thousand stars!

Silver Venus and ruby Mars!

A rising moon’s soft yellow glow

Now fawns upon the evening show,

As cricket choruses rises to sing

Wise owls to hail the songs they bring;

Bright fireflies now dance with light

Bejeweling purple curtained night

No greater thrill since time began—

A world at peace within His hand.

Sonnet 688

On February 7, 2025August 23, 2025 By Loubert S SuddabyIn PoemsLeave a comment

I shall never be free, no never free

For on that broad horizon I still see you;

Full purpose bound, obsessed, yea hopelessly,

All sails unfurled upon that white-capped blue;

Lashed to the bowsprit, prisoner of your eyes,

Your silken hair, your smile, your lips—those hips.

The best the female form could e’er comprise,

Your voice alone, the death of mighty ships…

Brave sailors driven mad by songs so sweet

That into anfractuous froth they soar

To find fair sea girls hidden in the deep,

Still bearing smiles when they wash up on shore.

I should join them, before I run aground—

Screaming that I love you; and then drown.

Sonnet 687

On February 7, 2025June 2, 2025 By Loubert S SuddabyIn PoemsLeave a comment

Ah, the friend; comrade of the lucky few

Who stays the steady, hardship to contend

And shares of hopes and dreams—a drink or two;

Companion at the ready to attend…

All forms of feasts and festivals at hand,

A sidekick in the pleasured acts of play,

To echo every boast that you might land,

And cheer each jest with laughter, lightly staid.

How rare the depths of thought assess such bonds

Or asks what ropes or threads so strongly bind?

The heart that bides in weather when its calm—

Yet in a storm, seems nowhere there to find.

Yea, though my mates will oft abscond in rain;

When sun arrives, I buy them back again.

	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