Sonnet 389

On September 2, 2020September 27, 2025 By Loubert S SuddabyIn PoemsLeave a comment

Ah Sylvia, dear nymph of gardens green,

Too soon we’ve squandered all the sweets of night;

Now in the east a rim of gold is seen—

That scimitar which is a lover’s blight;

What pain to have you rise from ‘twixt my arms

To stretch and yawn and shake your sleepy head,

And so to reawaken all your charms—

But in so doing, heighten partings’ dread.

A brief respite with you beneath the stars

Seems but a gift that is pure heaven sent,

No glare of day could ere this image mar

Though memory such may seem as yearnings dreamt.

Daylong I’ll tread as though upon the air,

For fain at dusk, I’ll hold sweet Sylvia fair.

Sonnet 388

On September 2, 2020September 27, 2025 By Loubert S SuddabyIn PoemsLeave a comment

The golden light of summer’s torch succumbs

Each day retreating more to southern shores;

In steady march, diminishing the sum

Of gilded promise that the springtime bore.

Now leaving darkness longer time to play

With bold Orion stalking through the night

His club upheld in endless search for prey—

With sweet Merope still his guiding light.

So Ursus Major yields to hibernate

As winter’s grip lays siege upon the land

So too does autumn’s burgeoned bounty wait

To fill the cornucopias least and grand.

Thus is it now, and ever may it be;

The sun, the earth, the stars…and you and me.

Sonnet 387

On August 28, 2020September 27, 2025 By Loubert S SuddabyIn PoemsLeave a comment

Love’s greatest merit lies in constancy,

That golden thread that bests the rot of time

And weathers all the blight there is to be,

Surviving yet the worst of earthly crime;

Believing love will triumph come what may

Despite the darkness fortune’s hand bequeaths—

In this, the truest hearts shall still allay

The sharpest sword that foul fate unsheaths.

As morning sun gives hope to ravaged earth,

As gentle rain breeds life from barren ground,

As precious souls bestir in hallowed birth—

In life’s enduring rhythm, truth is found.

By measured cadence love plays out its course

Against all odds, though they be blessed or cursed.

Sonnet 386

On August 21, 2020September 27, 2025 By Loubert S SuddabyIn PoemsLeave a comment

Do what you will, and may you bide in shame;

Dishonor every promise ever sworn,

Let each dear nuptial utterance burn in flame

As in base lust your fleeting worth is torn.

The sweetest angel may yet fall from grace,

So may you bide in second-circled hell

Where I forever see your anguished face

Stare up in torment from that fiery well.

Perdition granted, you may take your leave,

Smug Satan waits to clasp you at the gate —

Loss of true heart your soul shall yet bereave;

There is no time to dwell on love or hate.

Go as you must, for he now beckons you:

A smile discreet—the devil has his due.

Sonnet 385

On August 7, 2020September 27, 2025 By Loubert S SuddabyIn PoemsLeave a comment

My nighttime muse has left me so it seems,

Though passioned fire still smolders in my breast;

The silver moon lights up your face in dreams

To taunt my fervor with that visage blessed;

Black alchemy has turned my pen to lead —

And demons dark deny sweet voice of mind;

They swill the nectar that proud ardor fed,

Yet leave parched lips bereft of praise in rhyme?

I sit in silence, fettered by the night,

No will to lay my thoughts on paper down,

Your spirit dancing still within my sight

Where I entranced must languish ’til pale dawn;

Yet if my muse be gone, no more to see—

I’ll write in dreams ‘til she returns to me.

Sonnet 384

On August 3, 2020September 27, 2025 By Loubert S SuddabyIn PoemsLeave a comment

Then march forever onward, wicked Time,

Carrying the world with you to its doom;

And never look back upon your vile crimes

As you stride onward to your final tomb.

May lines of anguished truth your story tell

To chronicle sweet worth laid waste to ruin;

By your sharp blade, both good and evil fell,

Sad effigies of life lie heedless strewn.

Relentless, obligate, cruel, unconcerned

Forever wedded to your tyrant vows,

Determined to destroy, all beauty burned—

Now charred remains, mute testaments allow.
Yet from those ravaged fields there blooms a flower;
‘Midst tears of rain, fair proof of beauty’s power.

Sonnet 383

On July 29, 2020September 27, 2025 By Loubert S SuddabyIn PoemsLeave a comment

What would it mean to say I loved you more,

More than sweet sighs of poets past proclaimed—

The essence of true love needs no compare

And by such measure, is in part defamed.

Why should sure bond need terms like ‘stronger than’?

Superlatives like ‘none so sweet as thee’,

Or, ‘Higher than an eagle’s lofty span,

Far broader than an ocean, lee to lee’?

No—peerless love cannot be judged in kind

Nor matched to unions on a former stage,

True love affirmed needs not a cadenced rhyme

Nor musings fired by a gallants’ rage;

It is a promise, here by heaven blessed

That when so true, needs nothing more professed.

Sonnet 382

On July 29, 2020September 27, 2025 By Loubert S SuddabyIn PoemsLeave a comment

I set upon a walk in sun dried air,

The rain from hours before had passed away—

The cobalt sky stretched boundless, bright and fair,

No clouds remained to threaten dark dismay.

What pleasure pure to find you on my walk

Into blessed woods that beckoned warm delight;

I bade you come and join me for small talk,

So we might flee the grasp of boredom’s blight.

We wandered on through meadows broad and green,

Beyond the weight of worry and of bond…

Into the holy peace of sylvan dreams

That soothe the souls of wayward vagabonds;

There laughter joined and locked in step and stride,

Found secret places hope and love abide.

Sonnet 381

On July 17, 2020September 27, 2025 By Loubert S SuddabyIn PoemsLeave a comment

I contemplate the words that softly float

Into my conscience like white clouds on high,

Wherein ethereal essence may evoke

Grand images born of the splendored sky;

Ephemeral content which resides in part

Upon prismatic lenses dreams may don—

Or some deep passion rising from the heart

That shines like errant rays from heaven down.

There shapes give rise to shapes as auras form

That then suffuse these visions of the air

Which scintillate with rapture’s sudden glow

And morph to forms fantastical and rare.

In loops of ink I weave a tapestry

Of love and light, which I now give to thee.

Sonnet 380

On July 17, 2020September 27, 2025 By Loubert S SuddabyIn PoemsLeave a comment

Forever blinded by a shameful past—

Nothing but retribution left to see,

Reliving memories ever more aghast

Forever bound to was, not what could be.

Still haunted by old grievances long gone,

Unable yet to turn the other cheek,

Not knowing that the truth of being strong

Lies in the quiet courage of the meek;

Forgiving not forgetting vile sin—

For to forget ensures that naught is learned,

All journeys need a point where they begin;

What future lies upon a past that’s burned?

Ashes to ashes, dust to dust presumed;

Yet what to gain when hate by hate’s exhumed?

	Steven on Sonnet 556
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	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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