Long Succour Poems
Long Succour Poems. Below are the most popular long Succour by PoetrySoup Members. You can search for long Succour poems by poem length and keyword.
Me ol mucker Rodney is getting some pukka succour...tipple & tucker in Vienna.."prost" mate
Austrian foodie fold can’t break the mould caught in a fraught brasher sort of sport
Fought as thought who bought flasher Sacher torte that gets gold does hold court
Overwrought at seriously stodgy onslaught podgy tort sausages deliriously cavort
Or wish to toast an old dish flattered mattered most plattered crumbed & battered
Viennese tease keener gnashers sold on a leaner schnitzel wiener winning wheeze
Grinning will be a breeze hazy days on skis back slaps lazy naps and dodgy knees
Pleas beer on taps dread steer clear fear sinning head spinning schnapps traps.. please
the disorder of my conduct is important to be obedient to his word
even i burn bobdy and do not out of love
then perhaps shall understand the word LOve more
cinders Kataunas fiskars blue bonnetts
syemets ginger crumbs masters do i not enoy the outcome
to partake of GOD's Grace is through the demons cup
though i eat and drink the serisnous of the poisons i consume have render my senses useless
KIlograms balances theaputic sensitivty ulitamtas
LIlli un cummi deshthroes picaldo imkumininum
polarsadic volomedsiec hunger is obdeincae so I hunger to know the LORD
love hase EVOLvoved into thoundrclasp hinder bid your time wisely
Coming from across seas with wisdom
Ther is no end to the knowledge of GOD
Though unworhty to speak of my Fathers HOLiness i deform into biscups
and angels eat the Love GOD ALLAH once spoke Life
Death wrote its messsage desperate for her attentions
SO he became less than allah sons
Mahommhed I heed your words
A prophet is with honor in his own country
The islam icasaac in wicked casked i preform
Zenith meets verizons once i become the eveil twin of JOseff i beseech his aide for succour
July 21 Faith in God Bible Meditations Based on Proverbs 24-25
Key Verse – Proverbs 24:21 My son, fear thou the Lord and the king: and meddle not with them that are given to change.
FAITH IN GOD WHO INSTILLS IN US DIVINE FEAR
God instills in us divine fear toward heavenly honour
Always protecting us from transgressions bringing horrible terror…
Such preserves our faith in His holiness-fervour
For our guidance with His secured succour.
God instills in us divine fear toward good victory
Always keeping us within His will of triumphant territory…
Such guards our faith from sinfulness-misery
For our testimony that exalts His glory.
God instills in us divine fear toward diligent stewardship
Always encouraging us to follow His authority and leadership…
Such drives our faith along jubilant discipleship
For our fellowship within His partnership.
God instills in us divine fear toward profitable correction
Always pardoning us of our confessed sins along His sanctification…
Such disciplines our faith along His instruction
For our reproof that rules us by His direction.
God instills in us divine fear toward delightful gladness
Always comforting us from woes of failures’ gloominess…
Such cheers our faith to pursue after His joyfulness
For our delight in seeking Him first and His righteousness.
God instills in us divine fear toward virtuous desire
Always warming us midst worshipful praise along His revival fire…
Such propels our faith against slothfulness-mire
For our fruitfulness in serving Him until we retire.
God instills in us divine fear toward commendable approval
Always sustaining us with His grace yon our survival…
Such strengthens our faith during weariness’ interval
For our excitement in waiting His arrival.
July 21, 2025
Not on your nelly is telly better than laughs from your belly
That roar rocks you to the core before long you’ve a sore jaw
Stand up tour or panto to the fore has always worked before
Not just one more but an encore in store of many a guffaw
Pure & raw soul does soar but appreciate I’m no Shelley
Feeling down through thick and thin then best way to begin
Wriggle from a frown your mouth wiggles become a giggle
Head in a spin again after too much time with your ken & kin
Things get under your skin it’s not a sin to well crack a grin
Tipple & tucker don’t buckle me ol mucker succour to suckle
No sandwich of the knuckle nothing as pukka as a chuckle
While we all know the best denial to rile vile bile in style
A sage’s way to turn the page engage with road rage
To bewitch & beguile for a wee while is well just to smile
After a rafter of everything dafter whether grafter or drafter
Din of chagrin within a guffaw, smile, giggle, chuckle, grin
Will always win as it is shoe in the best medicine’s laughter
Take to arms, who will come ye to save?
What hope from face-less faces ye have?
Never plead, nor for them ever rave,
From shameless what succour can ye crave?
Take to arms, none will come ye to save.
________________________________
Translation |06.09.2024| women, world
Poet’s note: This is third in the three-piece series on the theme. The incidence is taken from Mahabharata during Draupadi’s vastra-haran, disrobing. All the elderly so-called keepers of dharma keep quiet in the name of righteous action under the circumstances. The original in Gujarati as transliterated (in PS-acceptable way) is as under:
Suno Daraupadi, shastra uthaalo, ab naa Givind aayenge,
Kab tak aas lagaaohi tum bike hue akhabaaro se,
Kaisee rakshaa maang rahi ho Duhshaasaan darbaaro se?
Svayam jo lajjaa heen pade hai vo kyaa laaj bachaayenge!
Suno Daraupadi, shastra uthaalo, ab naa Givind aayenge.
- Pushyamitra Upadhyay
Once a boy loved a girl,
She asked for a red rose,
When winter snow did twirl,
And all the flowers froze,
Where could he find a rose?
A nightingale did hear,
Of his deep love for her,
She wished to help him here,
To assist and succour,
Where could she find a rose?
She went to a rose plant,
And asked for its flower,
It said, "Mine's white, I can't
Make it red by power."
Where to find a red rose?
She went to another
And asked for a red rose
"My plant has no other
Red rose which finely grows.
It's winter, no red rose."
"But there is one sad way,
By which you can get one,
You must do as I say,
And then it could be done,
The way to a red rose."
The nightingale did sing,
Her heart pressed on a thorn,
Unmindful of the sting,
Till a red rose was born,
A crimson blood-red rose,
The moon looked down in awe,
As the nightingale sang
Of deepest passion raw,
The air around her rang,
With the birth of a rose,
With her own blood she made
A ruby rose for love,
Her voice began to fade,
But her song rang above
The scarlet passion rose,
The nightingale lay dead
With the thorn in her heart,
The ruddy rose blushed red,
When plucked for his sweetheart,
That nightingale's blood rose,
The boy gave it to her,
"Will you now dance with me?"
But she said, "I prefer
Jewels to flowers free."
The boy threw that red rose.
The nightingale was dead
For she believed in love,
But the boy simply said,
"Love - nothing does it prove."
A cart trampled the rose.
A beautiful red rose,
That took one life to make,
The nightingale's love throes
Lay there crushed in heartbreak,
The thorn had pierced the rose.
07.08.2020
6 syllables per line
Inspired by the short story, "The nightingale and the rose " by Oscar Wilde.
Africa my Africa; of resources rich.
Aggressively wooed because her potentials enrich.
Africa the bride, historically bid for.
The continent dark with opulent fields to explore.
Your labour past prospered farmers of the Occident.
Your hidden value takes the gaze of the Orient.
Not even the world's giants can your 'dwarfness' ignore,
as they compete for potentials concealed therein.
You seek for succour but your abundance lies herein.
Your pleasant shores will no more the brain drain witness.
Your lush green will spring forth from your feigned wilderness.
Africa my home will her charming beauty unveil.
No more will your poverty stricken let out a wail.
Standing at the church awaiting his bride,
‘twas meant to be the best day of his life;
When she arrives, she is not by his side.
His bitter tears he can no longer hide,
grieving for the one due to be his wife.
Standing at the church awaiting his bride
The coffin appears; her body inside,
She couldn’t be saved; the cancer was rife.
When she arrives, she is not by his side.
Looking to heaven, he prays God will guide,
giving him succour, at this time of strife.
Standing at the church awaiting his bride,
If she could see him she’d be full of pride;
they will meet again in the afterlife.
When she arrives, she is not by his side,
In his memory she’ll always reside.
his heart is broken; pain cuts like a knife.
Standing at the church awaiting his bride;
when she arrives, she is not by his side.
Contest - Shadow Hamilton – Villanelle’s and Terzanelle’s Only
My first attempt at Villanelle form
11th June 2105
"Alpha Mnemonic"
Word
Image
without the image
no word
Language
a disease
communicable
by mouth
Alpha from brain
Omega passed
on her tongue
to yours
Ancient codex
genetically kissed
dispersed with
music intonation
gutteral
romantic
cerebral
never rehearsed
language
a virus formed
Mnemonic
from where exactly,
Within?
ad lib
ad lucem
ad libitum
from somewhere
other birthed
codex ancient
Alpha alien
genetic
hive driven
we are observed
writhing in our smalls
amphibian brained
we are still
loud embryos
clashing and clinging
unjust
we are
just learning exotic
movements
within our
blue pitri plate
circular in motion
we are agitated
not calm, chasing long versed
pre-recorded, re-rehearsed tales
a breath blown over us
language divides us
in love and belief
a disease
we are
we think
we speak
we spread
our languages
communicable
by eyes that
envision dreams
of others within
we are not knowing
with clandestined
futures and
over-ripe mouths
to succour
we simulate
ad lib
ad lucem
ad libitum
sensual
cold
science
hot and feverish
we lie
in bed
with irreverent
romantic fate
Omega
ohm resistant
high voltage
across the conductor
Always equal
Metaphors of unity
become
the Sequel
Blissfully ignorant
Ripe Red currents
juiced up and
Blue buries itself
warm palmed
on a soft beating breast
Ideology and
Romance
arrive
late
Memory
lost in the
Alpha
Mnemonic
Stuck in
the warm
and sticky
we grow cold
(LadyLabyrinth / 2020)
"Language is a Virus" / Laurie Anderson
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hIOnODxUTZQ
ODE TO MONEYLENDERS
Oh, what designs can one possess
Lending succour to those with naught
Such desperate need one must confess
And how hard one must have fought
When courtesy has no more currency
With those to whom one is indebted
And there is a sad loss of coherency
Then additional loans must be netted
Limited choices never were the best
Yet lenders all may seem attractive
In selecting just one from all the rest
One does have to be quite proactive
Yet each time, the first steps are easy
Later payments getting ever harder
Mounting dues can make one queasy
It can be hunger and an empty larder
Interest becomes the pound of flesh
With debts spiralling out of control
Raw need and sympathy never mesh
As timely repayment is ever the goal
Whether institutional or private loan
More than money may be involved
Property as capital soon sets the tone
And any timely exit is rarely solved
Pleasant outcomes appear quite rare
Borrowing is always a slippery slope
With risk of ending in a pit of despair
And yet for some, there is still hope