In Black and White

On November 15, 2020March 9, 2024 By Loubert S SuddabyIn Poems1 Comment

I left it all on paper,

All that’s ink that is;

The rest is purely vapor,

Surely no one’s biz.

‘Twasn’t from the heart at all,

Seldom ever is,

But yet in that synaptic sprawl,

Gleams a proof that lives.

Sonnet 408

On November 15, 2020September 25, 2025 By Loubert S SuddabyIn PoemsLeave a comment

Though you may name it so, it cannot be

For truth is firm, and eyes may yet deceive;

There shall exist but one reality—

Regardless of wild figments hope conceives.

Belief alone can never make it so,

Though hearts may wish and boldly so proclaim,

Yet facts are truths, unyielding, firm, and bold,

While others still with falsehood wrongly frame.

The brighter light shall yet illuminate

Prime tenets that dark shadow may obscure,

By reason’s lens, through lucid intellect,

We see clear proofs that ignorance may blur.

So shall we see with insight at the helm—

Pellucid worlds beyond the dullard’s realm.

Sonnet 407

On November 15, 2020September 25, 2025 By Loubert S SuddabyIn PoemsLeave a comment

Much like the sapling oak, so love has grown,

More mighty with the march of passing time,

And from those branches, other acorns sown

Give living tribute to that tree sublime.

Broad limbs upraised now thank the heaven blessed,

And bask within the warmth of heaven’s light;

Nourished by sweet Earth’s eternal breast

And sky-borne tears in joy or sorrow’s rite.

Yet when I see that glory fallen down,

Now dry of sap, compounded into clay,

Where may love’s dearest vestige still be found,

Or does that verdant light just fade away?

My gaze now rests on seedlings that portend—

That love endures and shall not ever end.

Sonnet 406

On November 1, 2020September 25, 2025 By Loubert S SuddabyIn PoemsLeave a comment

Now sixty years to heaven, plus a few,

Awash in blessings time has rendered fair,

Hoping yet that many more accrue—

Though knowing four score years is counted fair.

I muse upon full many a morning sun

That graced the passage of my winding course,

Of battles lost and hard-fought victories won

The scars well-earned for better or for worse.

Not shirking duty, I did bear the cost

Of iron will, determined to succeed

And whether triumph crowned me—or was lost,

I drew my sword with pride and took the lead.

I weathered every blow, bore every scorn—

And never rued the day that I was born.

Sonnet 405

On October 31, 2020August 10, 2025 By Loubert S SuddabyIn PoemsLeave a comment

As darkness settled slowly on the land

A ghostly moon arose in ashen white

And blackness deep no haloed light could stand,

Encircled flames that flickered in the night.

‘Round crackling fires did purple umbras creep

And chilled the spines of those around the blaze,

So haunting souls—disturbed within their keep

As tongues of orange and red lapped up their gaze;

The druids bowed and bade the wicker man

Be trussed and thrown upon the raging pyre,

Though none were ever certain of his crime,

Their chants rose up as human screams expired;

And shadows danced convulsing on the ground—

‘Til burning coals released that spirit bound.

Sonnet 404

On October 26, 2020November 25, 2024 By Loubert S SuddabyIn Poems1 Comment

I spilled a cup of words on paper down
And watched them creep across from line to line,

Still marveling how they made no single sound

Until my pen soft stirred them into rhyme;

And then at once they did begin to sing

Creating simple sweet symphonic tunes

That to my fancied vision thus did bring

A cabaret of cheer, my soul to swoon;

There pleasured musings in my mind did play

As my heart joined the meter of their song;

Wide eyes by dancing phrases were amazed,

Enthralled in wonder, there I swayed along.

From time to time I grasp a lonely pen,

There splash some words and make them sing again.

Sonnet 403

On October 26, 2020September 25, 2025 By Loubert S SuddabyIn PoemsLeave a comment

As a metaphor reflects through prismed minds
So often are the rays of truth displayed;

Each soul beholds the colors hope may find—

A rainbow of life’s verities arrayed.

This shifting spectrum of veracity

Is well dependent on which eyes there view,

Oft bolstered more by voiced tenacity

Of tenets held—that they by choice be true.

For what of hope when one sees black, one white;

All truth in hues—yet none there judged the same?

Confounding more, the frail, so human blight—

Truthfulness perceived, but yet disclaimed.

There facts are but a chosen tincture shown,

And, as opinion—each shall clutch his own.

Sonnet 402

On October 26, 2020September 25, 2025 By Loubert S SuddabyIn PoemsLeave a comment

A poem of you—too beautiful to hold

Or be imprisoned as a memory,

For then the essence of first wonders bold

Soon damn themselves with drab familiarity.

What shame to thus debase a beauty rare,

To simply have it at one’s beck and call

And drag it forth by rote in stale compare,

To court numb ears that gods could not enthrall.

Let sweetest words remain on parchment brown

Perchance to catch an eye yet rondel blind—

Or for my sight to simply view anon

And raise in poignancy, past thoughts to mind;

By seldom audit, not to dull the rhyme…

Delight in wonders of a song sublime.

Sonnet 401

On October 18, 2020July 7, 2025 By Loubert S SuddabyIn PoemsLeave a comment

One glorious night sweet heaven did entreat

My fancy to a jaunt beneath the stars,

A silver moon afloat on beams complete,

By magic essence mesmerized the moors;

I looked up to that dome of diamonds bright

Where constellations twinkled tales of yore

And traced imagined etchings, light to light,

All named menageries my memory bore.

There faces of the gods looked down on me

‘Midst creatures of the past now locked in time,

But in one corner, east, above a tree

I saw your face marked out in points sublime;

Apt asterism of the one I love—

Celestial worth the gods by tribute prove.

Sonnet 400

On October 17, 2020July 7, 2025 By Loubert S SuddabyIn PoemsLeave a comment

Come dance with me, Selena dance with me

And through our rhythmic steps let love be proved,

With simpers, sighs and foot light liberty

As with our spirits, may our bodies move.

So let me swing you high and dip you low

Then draw you close to whisper in your ear

And whirl you ‘round as arm in arm we go

Now spire you up to show we have no fear—

Let’s spin away the night, the moon and stars,

Cicada songs and tunes of nightingales

Shall be our simple homespun orchestras

Until the eastern skies begin to pale;

And love soft ever as the velvet night,

So fade as one into the morning light.

	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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