Sonnet 376

On June 28, 2020 By Loubert S SuddabyIn PoemsLeave a comment

I met Sylvia by a laughing stream

One broken fragment of a summer’s day,

She floated to me, slight sylph born of a dream,

Her raven hair festooned in ribbons gay;

A hint of perfume on the incensed air

Sweet passion smoldering in the golden sun,

Her eyes afire and simple soul laid bare—

I half rejoiced in triumph seeming won.

A meadow warmed, soft feather bed at night,

Loves sweetest moans faint muffled in a song,

Her naked skin slight silvered in the night

Hair set a flow by rivulets from the moon;

And flesh unto seared flesh in passion burned;

Of love or lust two hearts lay unconcerned.

Sonnet 375

On June 28, 2020 By Loubert S SuddabyIn PoemsLeave a comment

Being born of a worldly age I bow

To all the teachings history may show,

For oft when choosing action for the hour

A solvent past may wisdom there bestow.

What has been done before oft shows the way

Wherein effect and cause play out their part,

So machinations of the past may sway

Resolutions the tried and true impart.

Thus may we learn by viewing other faults

As much as gleaned from triumphs of the past;

To shutter knowledge such in ancient vaults

Is to be blind at how the die are cast;

For what’s to be oft rests on what’s transpired;

Odds favor acts of wit and worth conspired.

Sonnet 374

On June 28, 2020 By Loubert S SuddabyIn PoemsLeave a comment

I prayed her passing was a fond dismay

For those who loved her knew it was her time;

I would have gone but I was far away

Lost in another land, another rhyme.

She was both mentor and a precious friend;

The letter to me came a bit too late

And found me sitting with my pen in hand

While she was softly closing heaven’s gate;

Her worth to me? Why I may never know—

The gift of knowledge has no measured part,

That endless treasure that she did bestow

I spend in homage to her favored art;

And here inscribed in ink on paper white

I yield another tribute to her light.

Sonnet 373

On June 26, 2020 By Loubert S SuddabyIn PoemsLeave a comment

You are my refuge from embattled days,

You are my strength in every dire hour,

You are the light when sorrow clouds the way,

Your gentle touch can all my soul empower;

I look upon your face and feel at peace,

I marvel at the beauty of your eyes,

The softness of your touch does woe surcease,

Your smile, pure sunshine that all hearts beguile.

I thank the gods that brought you here to me

That on my journey I not trek alone;

That I, in perilous combat beaten be

Might have this angel dear to tend my wounds;

I think of all my struggles and life’s pain

And smile as I now look at you again.

Sonnet 372

On June 21, 2020June 27, 2020 By Loubert S SuddabyIn PoemsLeave a comment

Two worlds collided in a pub one day

Venus and Mars, as I recall quite clear;

A cataclysmic union that did spray

Meteors of fire both far and near;

The molten lava from those heart cleaved cores

Spewed forth into the dark deep depths of space

Until the visage dark of heaven bore

Clawed streaks of light ‘cross his celestial face.

The inferno cooled, gravity won out

Save comets spawned that did strike out alone,

In numbing silence, fragments strewn about

Formed in that orbit, monuments of stone…

Yet in another bar, my flag unfurled,

I raise a pint: Destroyer of new worlds.

Sonnet 371

On June 21, 2020 By Loubert S SuddabyIn PoemsLeave a comment

It doesn’t seem like Father’s Day today,

The sun has risen, soft winds now rock the trees

Much like the hand upon those cradle days

Which lingers on in blissful memories.

My children are now gone with lives their own

Yet still I hear their laughter on the stairs;

I see their playful images have grown

To take their lofty place among the stars.

So aches the heart that causes tears to fall,

So falls the rain that makes sweet flowers grow,

So comes the snows that blanket over all,

So passes time … I know, I know, I know.

Some time ago sweet doves from home embarked;

Their shadowed wings still beat within my heart.

Sonnet 370

On June 19, 2020 By Loubert S SuddabyIn PoemsLeave a comment

Inside the human heart there burns a fire,

Dispelling darkness, showing souls the way,

Buoying spirits that they never tire

On their sweet passage through life’s mortal fray.

Fond visions shared are ever more the bright,

Harsh burden borne by two are less the more;

Dark sorrow twained is seeming more the light,

Spawned happiness conjoined more apt to soar.

The storied worth of joy is rare of one

As smiles begetting smiles are quick to show,

The living song of life more clearly sung

When harmonized in tender timed accord.

No greater gift to man from god above

Than hearts ensconced in timeless, endless love.

Sonnet 369

On June 19, 2020June 19, 2020 By Loubert S SuddabyIn PoemsLeave a comment

Good bye my dear, I know you’ve found another,

And I will spare the awkwardness and pain

Of lovers true, now ever cleft asunder—

For words and tears can nothing further gain.

Your trunk lies packed and waiting by the door,

Please read the note that bids you leave the key;

No need to settle any further score,

All bonds are gone and spirits now set free;

What does it matter what was said or done,

Or who did what unto and when and where?

This love born out of truth is surely gone,

All hope lies razed, beyond a gods’ repair.

So bleeds two hearts that once blushed red with love,

Blanched in despair endearments cannot salve.

Word Play

On June 14, 2020June 19, 2020 By Loubert S SuddabyIn PoemsLeave a comment

I’ll let the words run wild today

For I have nothing much to say,

No constraints of schemed up rhyme

Or metered feet restrained by time;

Just couplet hands soft held in verse

Where pleasured dreams their songs rehearse;

Trite simile and metaphor

Can wait in line outside the door,

Dropping consonants all the same,

Alliteration is their game;

Quick to strive for strong allusion

Hinting names or known conclusions;

Far to prone to anaphora,

Far to prone to simply bore you.

Rude assonance and dissonance

Stay on the sidewalk by the fence,

For no enjambment do we need

To state how simple words be freed;

Hyperbole, much like my song

Is overwrought and over done,

And so I here, inversion prone

Do full accept each lurid groan;

Where did my precious words embark?

Why onomatopoeia park!

To jump and bump and squeal and screech,

It keeps them neatly off the street.

In this childish animation

Mimicking personification

Where in playful synecdoche

They grow a little more like me,

Quite not afraid to bend a phrase

Or to a strident voice up raise,

Not worried so to whom offend

Always dreaming outside the pen,

Imagining that imagery

Is best what you, not others see.

Where have my phrases gone today?

But why, of course, they’re out to play.

Sonnet 368

On June 14, 2020 By Loubert S SuddabyIn PoemsLeave a comment

What of proud legacy born from blank snow

Emerging there a changeling from the ice,

Where ancient gods did to a world bestow

A charter to subdue the world with might:

‘Be fruitful, multiply, fill the earth,

And subdue it: and have dominion over

The sea, … and everything that moveth;’

So did this pallid proxy rise to foster

The edict of the holy so decreed

And with all sapient might his brain could muster,

Did dominate the lands, the skies and seas.

His brethren every progress did adopt,

Besmirching yet each wonder that he wrought.

	Storyteller Sabya on Sonnet 176
	taphian on Sonnet 167
	Loubert S Suddaby on Sonnet 99
	marandarussell on Sonnet 99
	Daniel J Buro on Sonnet 80

	Storyteller Sabya on Sonnet 176
	taphian on Sonnet 167
	Loubert S Suddaby on Sonnet 99
	marandarussell on Sonnet 99
	Daniel J Buro on Sonnet 80