Sonnet 584

On April 23, 2023May 6, 2023 By Loubert S SuddabyIn PoemsLeave a comment

For I have searched the corridors of love

Empty and cold, drab flowers on the wall;

Far still by heart, fair little there to move

And yet more less, my soul to so enthrall.

We’re I but like a burden beast or bird

By instinct set to prance and procreate,

Happiest in the act, not in the word

Where love lurks as a lust to satiate.

Am I a puppet drawn upon thin strings

Of acid base, Oh what an irony!

Perhaps such contradiction might yet bring

Some sane solution to my anomie—

I fear for God by sin I here atone,

For where is she that’s meant for me alone?

Sonnet 583

On April 22, 2023May 20, 2023 By Loubert S SuddabyIn PoemsLeave a comment

Do not apologize for the wrath of Time

For every countenance his blade shall score;

Each visage born of flesh, though once sublime,

By siege of life shall feel that ruthless sword.

What battle grand does not bestow it’s scars

Where staunchest ardor did by heart propel,

What greater proof of undiminished war

Than marks and mars detailing glorious hell?

For of such passage where’s the proof of strife

If cherub faces blazoned struggles waged,

Detailing full pained vagaries of life

And how they triumphed proudly o’er that rage.

Unblemished faces here shall court despise,

For victors seldom sport soft beauty’s guise.

Sonnet 582

On April 15, 2023April 23, 2023 By Loubert S SuddabyIn PoemsLeave a comment

You cannot force a fancy on my mind;

Truth is the glass that shows reality.

For though pure logic may be parsed in kind

There still remains one actuality.

All human trust is subject to a gloss

That’s oft by act or accident contrived,

Through wit alone are misperceptions tossed

For sole by reason is a proof derived.

Where once man did believe the world was flat

And that the earth was center for the sun,

Such misconceptions here now make us laugh—

Still, Galileo’s sword was truth alone.

Reason be damned, embrace the common thought;

Burn heretics that flout the orthodox!

Sonnet 581

On April 15, 2023April 29, 2023 By Loubert S SuddabyIn PoemsLeave a comment

What wealth by trade could your sweet love dispose,

Or yet, what belle usurp you as my lover?

That human bond we share bests sovereign gold;

The choicest lust but seems a paltry bother.

No earthly arms can hold the gifts we share;

No wonder of the world boasts better cause;

No plunder of the heart could tops the wares

That seem as gifts bestowed by doting gods.

Our love alone o’er sways all mortal worth

And by its’ truest form, shall know no price,

For all the fashioned bounties of this earth

Shall but that truth and beauty here deride.

Though chattels oft corrupt the soul of man—

Kokoro sums the worth of love’s command.

Sonnet 580

On April 1, 2023April 7, 2023 By Loubert S SuddabyIn PoemsLeave a comment

So little honor still remains in men,

Their souls corrupted by the glint of gold;

And of their worth, what adage to append

When to the tomb, as others, they must go?

Should carats now dimension character,

Or eminence be weighed upon a scale?

To acid tests, should purity defer?

Will wealth alone at heaven’s gate prevail?

By measure such dear values we demean

And all the treasures of sweet life confound,

All purposes of being wax obscene;

The crux of human grace abased to ground.

By praising gods born out of common earth,

So shall our spirits ever suffer dearth.

Sonnet 579

On March 26, 2023April 8, 2023 By Loubert S SuddabyIn PoemsLeave a comment

It is man’s nature here to so deceive,

Success therein providing special pleasures;

For by slick wit alone one can receive

Grand benefits where work is not the measure.

For many, falsehood is but deemed a ‘fib’,

For some prevarication plays as art;

Perhaps from Eve evolved the term to ‘rib’

For every truth is yet untrue in part.

Deceit, assured, takes many different forms

For lies alone may save a true man’s life;

The poor may dupe for food or clothes to warm,

Young men may gull to bed a future wife.

Of truth or lies both have their consequence

Yet prize alone oft dictates the assent.

Sonnet 578

On March 26, 2023May 27, 2023 By Loubert S SuddabyIn PoemsLeave a comment

Yes you have been unfaithful, this is true

And so have I, to even yet the score;

Still now you’ve come to seek what we might do

To stay this damning fate we both abhor.

Sweet love upon the gallows seeming just,

Awaiting but the noose around her neck;

The sand bag run late giving solid trust

And now she stands in tears upon the deck.

But all sin pardoned, pray what might this do,

Commute our pain to life without parole

That every time your visage I may view,

Dark memories return to hate cajole?

No restitution would such sentence bring—

So drop the door and let that harlot swing.

Sonnet 577

On March 25, 2023April 15, 2023 By Loubert S SuddabyIn PoemsLeave a comment

Dear Poetry, sweet mistress of the mind,

You lead me to fond gardens of delight

To there seduce by golden voice in kind

While love and lust fair virgin rhymes bedight.

There heart to heart a primal beat entwines

Lone souls as one in precious evensong,

Where marching measure cadenced into rhyme

Leads to that place beyond the madding throng.

So shall we meet by light of sun or moon

Or on those darkling eves when no beams fall,

By candled verse to dance in simple tunes

Where lyric lines of cursive lilt enthrall.

You are my first and ever lasting love;

No rune of flesh could yet my heart so move.

Sonnet 576

On March 18, 2023April 16, 2023 By Loubert S SuddabyIn PoemsLeave a comment

There is a new spawned beauty of this age—

By ink, by studs, by metal rings defiled;

Rude desecration such seems all the rage

While patrons of adornment stand beguiled.

Once beasts of burden sported markings so

That chattel be accounted under law,

So ever where such witless stock might go

Their swift return be aided so by clause.

In Rubens time the plump were seen as fair,

Perhaps Neanderthal loved skin unshorn,

Proud Masai men letch for smooth pates quite bear,

While Suri tribes, stretched lips of ducks adorn.

Caprice in beauty may fond hearts enthuse,

By love or lust, such fashion to bemuse.

Sonnet 575

On March 5, 2023March 10, 2023 By Loubert S SuddabyIn PoemsLeave a comment

True love is not by measure beauty borne

For beauty stands as raiments held in lease

And like a precious garment soon seems worn,

Though yet of heart, fond recall still entreats.

By recollection such your vestment lives

Locked in that precious vault where memories lie,

For though false sight a faded image gives

That first worn blush still smites upon my eye.

To me you shine as bright as grace may glow

When my heart wanders to that first held sight

And though Time always stands to ply his woes,

No mischief there can ever shroud that light.

By power of love your beauty shall remain—

And all aspersions there be cast in vain.

	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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