Sonnet 336

On April 10, 2020October 4, 2025 By Loubert S SuddabyIn PoemsLeave a comment

Your failure to control was deemed my fault—

Projection was forever your defense,

My failed acquiescence a dire assault

To undermine benevolent intent.

Life would be perfect should I follow cue

And simply serenade from gilded cage;

All rights surrendered with the words ‘I do’—

The words of ‘no or don’t’ fair courting rage.

The bird of love sings sweetest when set free

And bides his time whenever he’s confined,

Forever searching for that golden key

Or turn of fate that may his heart unbind;

Yet when escaped, his captor wonders why

That he might ever leave…or yet could fly.

Sonnet 335

On April 8, 2020October 4, 2025 By Loubert S SuddabyIn PoemsLeave a comment

All covet beauty for its lustrous power

For glamour is the monarch all men serve,

And be such reign no longer than an hour—

Small ransoms still exchange for that sweet myrrh;

Incensed so, the weaker sex gains might—

Soft power to vanquish kings no sword could slay;

While mighty sovereigns with their glass oft fight

To find that angle painters should portray.

A lovely face can be a regal crown

Whose gilded shine oft blinds as happy tears;

Of birthright pure, or paint, still held on loan…

Time’s usury to call in meager years.

Such is the paradox vanity imparts,

Where jestress may yet rule as Queen of Hearts.

Sonnet 334

On April 7, 2020October 4, 2025 By Loubert S SuddabyIn PoemsLeave a comment

What if you were to meet Wordsworth my dear,

How would you possibly know it was he?

Perhaps you might think that his speech was quite queer

Or find his manner a quaint novelty.

Speaking of Tintern, might that be a clue,

Or his travels in France after Bastille?

His friendship with Coleridge or verses they drew

To alter the landscape of odes lyrical?

The point of this rune is that we don’t know

What talent may dwell in the souls that we meet,

But by bending an ear we may at least show

A knowledge that worth may be hidden beneath;

For though every heart a floret may thrill,

Clear not every bloom’s a damn daffodil!

Sonnet 333

On April 6, 2020October 4, 2025 By Loubert S SuddabyIn PoemsLeave a comment

Your name is tantamount to the word love

For thoughts on each are ever more the same

And serve to strengthen this poor pen’s resolve

To prove in ink what heart and mind acclaim.

What irony that ink flows stygian black

While thoughts on love rejoice in fulgent cheer,

And by this contrast take dear love aback

Confounding purpose, pastels more endear.

From times when swords did rule the lives of men,

Or days when mighty quills all proofs inscribed,

So did dear love with darkness e’er contend

And by pure light, hate’s shadows e’re belied.

A paradox of love in black and white—

Dumb words in jet illumining truths I write.

Sonnet 332

On April 4, 2020October 4, 2025 By Loubert S SuddabyIn PoemsLeave a comment

Forget me not when I am turned to clay

My boisterous song sure silenced under stone,

But know that one man worshipped you each day

Believing all you touched would turn to gold.

What greater legacy to leave than love

And those sweet cherubs our dear union graced.

For all life’s blessings, I thank God above—

May our dear journey end in heaven’s praise.

Remember how I often made you smile,

How you would sigh and gently hold my hand?

Green eyes that once your very soul beguiled,

Embraces warm, replete with kisses grand?

I write these lines that truth might here remind,

Though life shall fade, our love will outlast time.

Sonnet 331

On April 4, 2020October 4, 2025 By Loubert S SuddabyIn PoemsLeave a comment

You did not think I knew you were untrue…

So clever were the lines of your deceit,

Yet reading in between, suspicion grew

As every day strange stories I would greet.

You did not hold me when I drew you near,

Blank eyes looked through me to a distant light,

Each whispered kindness I might there endear

Was greeted with the chill of winter’s night.

What does one do when love’s great fire burns out,

Hearth stones bleed warmth beneath cold ashes grey?

There life’s sweet savor scorched, consumed by doubt,

While ember ghosts on dreamless cinders lay.

Truth is the fuel the flames of love live on,

And naught remains when all love’s kindling’s gone.

Sonnet 330

On April 3, 2020October 4, 2025 By Loubert S SuddabyIn PoemsLeave a comment

What of your epitaph now yet unsung

That I shall scribe here on the slates of time

To mark your precious worth in words among

The treasured best poor hands can etch in rhyme;

If hope bides so, your memory ever stands

Although the writer shall to shadows fade,

Your grace to linger in the minds of men—

Immortal virtue so survives the grave.

If but my wanting hand could play some part

And in proud verse your beauty here uphold,

By God’s benevolence I would impart

A song that shall be sung in ages old.

This cyber stone I smite for all to read

To bless in rhyme your beauty, grace and creed.

Sonnet 329

On April 3, 2020October 4, 2025 By Loubert S SuddabyIn PoemsLeave a comment

I used to pray the world forswear all wars

And for each man to love his fellow man,

That bloody swords be hammered to plough shares

And warrior oaths embrace pastoral plans;

That those now held unjustly be set free,

That pestilence not stalk the earth again,

That hunger fade to distant memories

And every storehouse bulge surfeit with grain;

These pleas ‘mongst others I did serve to heaven,

Bold ardent prayers directed by a spire

While falling tears attested, hope was given;

Where heart and soul did to pure truth aspire.

With orisons unanswered, what to say?

As god stands witness, yes… I used to pray.

Sonnet 328

On April 1, 2020October 4, 2025 By Loubert S SuddabyIn PoemsLeave a comment

You came to me as gentle breaths of spring

Reviving a dead soul from winter’s grip,

With all the pride and passion promise brings…

Sun-brightened smile, soft touch and song-sweet lips;

My memories of frost yet all too near,

Not knowing what to make of your warm light,

To feel sap flow again wrested glad tears

That melted all the chains of gelid blight.

Hope is a flower, delicate and pure

That reaches forth to hail from sullen earth,

Where beauty’s power, with gentle strength assured,

Providence may rise from cruel dearth.

True beauty is a balm that allays pain—

I look on you and all my woe does wane.

Sonnet 327

On March 29, 2020October 4, 2025 By Loubert S SuddabyIn PoemsLeave a comment

A nascent lily rises from the ground,

To hail the coming springtide of the year;

Though remnants of last winter still abound,

A rising chorus gently trills the air.

The sun awakens earlier each day

To warm the hearts of denizens who sing

Sweet blessings to new life in buoyant praise,

Quite certain of the joy their voices bring.

This is the time when all thoughts ponder love

And of such music, my mind turns to you,

Much like the minstrels songs borne from above

Set sure to grace the hearts of those they woo.

But I who lack their skill if not their song,

Plead out in ink a love, if proved, more strong.

	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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