Sonnet 754

On November 28, 2025 By Loubert S SuddabyIn PoemsLeave a comment

A scourge of modern times it is, of late,

To scorn the primal essence of all life,

And so by selfish hands depreciate

Sound labors that once raised us out of strife.

The lineage of man is long and fraught

With every peril that the world bestows;

Yet measured by what other beings wrought,

Our span is but a breath in nature’s throes.

Not long ago a dreadful bottleneck

Reduced man down to scarce twelve hundred souls;

And from that crucible, through stern select,

The naked ape endured—its mettle whole.

Yet traits hard-won across that rift in time

Are cast aside now, like a worthless rind.

Sonnet 754

On November 24, 2025 By Loubert S SuddabyIn PoemsLeave a comment

A scourge of modern times it is, of late,

That we disdain the essence of all life,

And by our selfish hands depreciate

Sound labors that once raise us out of strife.

The lineage of man is long and fraught

With every peril that the world bestows;

Yet measured by what other beings wrought,

Our span is but a breath in nature’s throes.

Not long ago a dreadful bottleneck

Reduced man down to near twelve hundred lives

And from that crucible, through harsh select,

The naked ape endured—and so survives.

Yet traits hard-won across that rift in time

Are cast aside now, like a worthless rind.

Halloween (Sonnet 753)

On October 31, 2025December 1, 2025 By Loubert S SuddabyIn PoemsLeave a comment

It was a cold and eerie Halloween—
A sallow moon half-hid by twisted trees;
The hearth’s orange glow cast shadows gaunt and lean
That writhed like corpses wakened by the breeze.
Outside, the wolves gave forth a starving moan,
The barn door groaned, torn loose from rusted latch;
Through window-panes, dark phantoms stalked alone,
As rats stirred deep in rafters’ worm-gnawed thatch.
A fortnight past, three witches burned at stake—
By torment wrung, they stared into my eyes;
Their shrieks still echo, haunting sleep and wake,
Stern whispered curses echoed in reprise.
Then hark! A hammering upon the door—
While wind borne cinders scattered on the floor.

Sonnet 752

On October 17, 2025November 19, 2025 By Loubert S SuddabyIn PoemsLeave a comment

All joy is leased, and every heart’s desire,
A fleeting moment of eternity—
That grants the hope our yearning souls require,
Blissful visions of where we long to be.
That hallowed land where ever shines the sun,
Where rain falls never more than tears of joy,
And night—a velvet shadow, soft and warm,
To swaddle us until the dawn’s envoy
Shall call and wake us from celestial dreams,
Wherein again sweet Eden, now returned,
Shall paint the earth in gold and living green,
Reminding us of providence affirmed.
However brief this life, this joyous song—
We two shall dance in paradise, anon.

Sonnet 751

On October 17, 2025October 18, 2025 By Loubert S SuddabyIn PoemsLeave a comment

I know you would not love me until death,
Though here, and still, I know I would love you.
You did betray me in sweet solemn breath—
That faithful whisper there of “Yes, I do.”
For me it was commitment, free of strings,
Save those that bind one soul unto another;
And now I feel it was for other things—
Perhaps more as a sister to a brother.
Or worse, perhaps, it proved transactional,
My monied truth hid in a purse of lies;
And you used sterling promise to fulfill
A prayer that sought a god in different skies.
How strange seems love when doubt stands in its stead,
And once proud beating hearts lie cold and dead.

Sonnet 750

On October 12, 2025 By Loubert S SuddabyIn PoemsLeave a comment

Is it your outer form that I prefer?
Your essence draws me like strange spiral memes,
That reach as far as Olduvai, I’m sure,
To flood my brain with dopamine—and dreams.
I felt my body twitch at your first sight,
My eyes grew wider than they had before;
Yet held I on with all my mortal might,
To fight that force that bade me find the floor.
Yet you are flesh and blood—no more I see,
By sight alone your power was bestowed
Upon that form which God or fate made—me—
Through puppet strings that humans know as love.
These messengers that inner script relays,
Now orchestrate life’s dance of wills and ways.

Sonnet 749

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

Let marriage be no less than vows of truth,
A covenant of soul with soul made one;
Not bound by time, nor changèd by lost youth,
But constant still when all the years are done.
Love is a pledge that death shall not destroy—
It shines a beacon through tempestuous days;
A star whose light spans o’er the darksome void,
And guides the faithful unto heav’nly ways.
What greater gift than walking hand in hand,
To share one path, one burden, and one rest?
No earthly journey proves a course so grand
As that which hope and holy love attest.
For two made one no trial may defeat;
Their bond abides, unbroken and complete.

Sonnet 748

On September 27, 2025September 28, 2025 By Loubert S SuddabyIn PoemsLeave a comment

Will you believe my words? She was divine—

A beauty true, beyond all earth’s compare;

Her simple gaze could haunt the bounds of time

And leave a swain in endless sweet despair.

Yet some would doubt that she was pure of heart,

Or say her virtue bore some wanton stain,

That all her kindness merely played a part—

As some skilled actress miming love’s domain.

Pure truth and beauty ever rouse such spite

Since jealousy still haunts the human mind;

And so by word or deed, they live to blight,

To tarnish any worth that they might find.

Here, by my honor, I stand forth to state—

No fairer angel passed through Heaven’s gate.

Sonnet 747

On September 22, 2025September 22, 2025 By Loubert S SuddabyIn PoemsLeave a comment

Now autumn’s fire consumes the verdant leaves,

Transforming green to gold in glory grand;

Each cycle shows the seasons held in lease,

That none of great or good forever stand.

The bounty of midsummer lies aflame,

Its ripened fruit prepared at last to fall;

The painted gourds that trumpet harvest’s fame

Shall grace all horns of plenty, great or small.

Though Time is feared—severe, invincible,

A tyrant crowned with ruin, dread and loss—

The solstice, equinox make clear his will

Stay bound to Heaven’s law, not to his dross;

Thus, Time subdued, begrudging what is done:

Must dance unto the tune of Heaven’s sun.

Sonnet 746

On September 14, 2025September 15, 2025 By Loubert S SuddabyIn PoemsLeave a comment

Success at last, your third swipe aimed at me,
Now I, a shattered egg, upon the floor—
Embracing ignominious destiny,
A state that only God can now restore.
Vengeance, blessed to grace the vainest heart,
A fleeting triumph crowned with bitter pride;
But shards once cracked no mending hand imparts,
The yolk runs out, the soul lies crucified.
Behold life’s essence, ruined past repair,
Hope rent asunder—vows betrayed, laid low;
The pith of mortal soul razed to despair,
The blackest fury evil could bestow.
I remember thinking, there as I fell—
If this is heaven, kindly give me hell.