Sonnet 477

On June 10, 2021September 16, 2025 By Loubert S SuddabyIn PoemsLeave a comment

For what is love if not the sight of you,

Soft eyes that boast the light of lustrous dawn,

Broad cheerful smile that warms hearts through and through,

Sweet voice wherein all pleasing notes abound;

Lithe movements born of gentle liberty

And yet a presence firm in soft command,

Proud virtue that archangels blush to see—

Compassion true that knows no gentler hand.

I thank the gods that made the female form,

Refined the best and blest it once again

Placing her by my side to take my arm,

To sing to me each day in glad refrain.

As gods permit, your beauty shall live on,

An angel bright, enshrined here in my song.

Sonnet 476

On June 10, 2021September 16, 2025 By Loubert S SuddabyIn PoemsLeave a comment

Ah life! The beating heart, the musing mind

And all the chaos of confusing thought

There rendered through synaptic webs entwined

Where faith alone reveals what God has wrought.

Yes what we view—waved corpuscles of light,

Are mere reflections of reality,

As gazing in a pool where zephyrs blight

The compilation of that which we see.

All conscience locked within a cryptic brain

Of jellied sludge set sapient serene,

Whose silent machinations yet ordain

By full summation, that which senses glean.

Though what exists is rarely what we think,

We ponder on—or into darkness sink.

Sonnet 475

On June 2, 2021September 16, 2025 By Loubert S SuddabyIn PoemsLeave a comment

I’ve neither inclination nor the time

To mask my thoughts in false propriety;

Nor fear my speech be judged a heinous crime

When placed at odds with your feigned decency.

You draw yourself up at the vaguest slight

Perceived by what you deem offends your ear

And round your eyes in counterfeited fright

When jesting jabs, your dignity besmears.

The world shows not you centered at the point

Where it revolves in timeless tenured turn,

Nor do its patrons wish to so anoint

Your ego—save with oils quite quick to burn.

Yea damn to Hell all varlets that you see—

Spare me the trial, I’ll throw away the key!

Sonnet 474

On June 2, 2021September 16, 2025 By Loubert S SuddabyIn PoemsLeave a comment

My child, do not succumb to that dark web

Where minds are tempted and true souls beguiled;

Where bits and bites gnaw promise into dread

And human decency is oft reviled.

The better part of man is debased such

That rancor reigns upon aborning creeds,

Bright lives diminished at a simple touch

To stoke up angst and feed corruptors’ greed.

Power perverts most all who wield its mace

And few of good will yet proud course maintain,

Dominion can distort the noblest grace

And vices’ dungeons soon the best detain.

Though thoughts now travel at the speed of light—

Sage judgement still determines wrong from right.

Friendship

On May 28, 2021August 19, 2023 By Loubert S SuddabyIn PoemsLeave a comment

Friendliness is godliness

Or so the story wends;

Where friends may raise

A glass in praise

All hardship to contend.

When friendships sail

Still hopes prevail

That rifts may make amends,

But oft we see

In irony

That friend does end in end.

Sonnet 473

On May 28, 2021September 16, 2025 By Loubert S SuddabyIn PoemsLeave a comment

In guilt she told him of our meetings there

Beneath the trees down by the ancient mill;

Long afternoons of summer brought no care

Nor did we heed the keen of whippoorwills.

All love is grand, all stolen apples sweet—

To what is blind, there add yet deaf and dumb.

No greater joy to rage in lust complete

And in soft arms exalt the rising moon.

Soon we would be together evermore…

So read the note the page boy gave to me;

I dropped that paper softly to the floor

Then quickly packed the things that I would need.

I did not hear him draw the fatal dart —

But swift I felt the iron pierce my heart.

Sonnet 472

On May 28, 2021September 16, 2025 By Loubert S SuddabyIn PoemsLeave a comment

Time eats away the body as a blight,

Devouring man’s corporal legacy;

Eroding strength to make bright day black night

Till he reposes in eternity—

What then to say but he was flesh and blood,

Mere mortal clay unto dank earth returned;

Here heaven stressed, he did but what he could

And of that reach, his gloried quest lay spurned;

Cast to a cavernous cave as feast for grubs,

His earthly worth saponified to slime,

Vanquished by vermin, ah, now there’s the rub;

All proffered prayers lie mired deep in grime.

Yet of this span, be it but short or long…

Life rode on hope while providence sang sweet psalms.

Sonnet 471

On May 21, 2021September 16, 2025 By Loubert S SuddabyIn PoemsLeave a comment

Where gods do give the choice of blade or pen

Some choose keen edge for glint of gloried steel,

There hubris hails the vice of haughty men

To take with force what merit will not yield.

Still some use ink o’er blood to inure rage

And fight to raise that standard they would bear,

In tenets sure inequity assuage—

Upholding cause in tested credence clear.

‘Twixt swords or pens, there good and evil sway

And who stands right or wrong, oft points of view;

Yet grinding time abrades and wears away

The righteous sheen pure logic once imbued.

Though despots scheme believing might is right,

They best not men who know that right is might.

Sonnet 470

On May 21, 2021September 16, 2025 By Loubert S SuddabyIn PoemsLeave a comment

Now madness, madness, madness rules the land,

The sun burns hotter than it has before;

Mighty glaciers weep at their last stand

As evil tempests eat away the shores.

Entire species fade into the night;

What erst was green lies razed beyond repair

As brightest stars concede to urban blight,

Wan yellow skies now rule blue sovereign air.

A devil who outlasts the plague of plagues

Holds now the world wide within his grasp

And clenching with a zealot tyrant’s rage

Seems set to have the earth breathe out its last.

At dusk the skyline rages red with sin—

And Nero’s strains hang heavy on the wind.

Sonnet 469

On May 21, 2021September 17, 2025 By Loubert S SuddabyIn PoemsLeave a comment

I can’t recall the day love ceased to stir,

Nor when I stopped to long for your embrace.

Was apathy the quiet saboteur,

Or time’s rough hand that tarnished ardor’s grace?

A paramour that stole your heart away?

Some longing that dissolved our common creed?

A wayward whim no vow could hope to stay,

Or wild desire that blossomed into need?

Love has no chart to mark its hidden turns,

Nor yet an hourglass to foretell its end—

A fire eternal that forever burns,

So long as passion feeds, and truth defends;

Its blaze endures until the fuel’s gone,

And cold grey ash lies where bright fervor shone.

	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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