Short Succour Poems

Found
With
Succour
Quietus
Lost...

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Despairing sailors
seek succour beneath your warm
cyclopean gaze...

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Haiku-like poem 

Only the raven 
Sits on the branches 
Of a dead tree

Bark falls off 
Porous and rotten
Exposing dry wood

Skeletal branches
Seeking succour 
Forsaken by god

Thunderstorm
Lightning strikes    
Pyre and ashes...

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Angst acutely augmented all crowding
Aligned to semisubmersible state
Safely seeking solitary succour
Propitious perfect proposal provokes
Reckoned rated Racoon River Retreat
Lay luxuriating lodge location
So surrounded, solitude saturates

4/1/21...

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Ángel tears fall down
                   To shine as raindrops on leaves
                        Sprinkles down with breeze
                             Creates stream to succour life
                                 Nature's pleasant lullaby

24/02/2019...

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Looking for one to give
Succour to a broken heart,
So that pain can leave,
Sadness and jealousy set apart.

For love above I cry,
To correct mistakes of past,
Which makes tears go dry ,
And betrayal not to last .

Trust and honesty so strong,
While selfishness will be wrong.

12-28-2017...

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Lionise longing love,
Sprawling supercilious stuff,
Crystalline compatible craving,
Romantic rapturous revealing,

Inevitable intrepid iridescent,
Memorable mystic magnificent,
Vibrant vivacious vitiates,
Salubrious succour speculates !


Written on 5/7/14
Sponsor- Dr Ram Mehta
Contest- Alliteration...

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The past brought sadness which travelstravels
faster than the breeze and wind,
But this present sunrise brings succour
that brightens the face and sky,
creating fountain of love and emotions,
Erupting  into passion that can't be hidden,
Hope this bright light continues to linger,
As this shines intensely through your eyes.

10-26-17...

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I meander verdant valley
where meadows collide in windswept jade

Gentle hillsides bathe in succour sunrise
and oceans of clouds saunter
provoking moor land peaks

Seems so perfect here
timeless as the morning blends
to the dawn chorus
of nature’s own harmony
this in days of summer wine

Beyond the bustle
of everyday torment
a life that is shared.

© Harry J Horsman  2011...

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When shall this darkness yield to the sun's light?
When shall my eyes see the day dry and bright?
My heart is drowning in a sea of fright
Where I paddle but no end is in sight.
Grant me succour,Oh! Spirits full of might,
Grant me strength to paddle and row aright,
Lend a helping hand in this lonely fight
To conquer, prevail and embrace delight
As beams of light overwhelm this dark night....

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Listen to poem:

Prefer The R Ending

Per
prefer
fine liqueur
would best defer
splendid connoisseur
for your bottle, monsieur
savor worthy, need succour
possess sparse palate, amateur
grand restaurateur entrepreneur

***monsieur; a title or form of address used of or to a French-speaking man, corresponding to Mr. or sir.

2019 November 07

*1st Place*

Rhyming Nonet
~~charles messina...

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Which one can muster?
    now?
  lines
red, blue, black ... in colours
oblivions?
always same
metamorphosis
like a shepherd of one sheep
 who has colours
to brush it to consternation
if out of one thousand
brushes
a light to be absorbed
may be only forty six and seven
     or indigo
poets are scarce today
because nothing succour
is honey here
safe perhaps, locomotions
  twisted how?....

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A momentous timing on this day to the hour

Expectant mother delivers her little flower

Safely born babe is now weighed and sized

All high hopes are thankfully realised

On opening the new-born's eyes to mother's face

Such a joyous recognising shall now take place

Thus happy mother and baby, in bonds, they meet

As establishing succour is a two way street

Baby remembers mother's voice a muffled sound

So nestling in comforting arms home is found....

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The frozen male gamete is injected into the
bovine beast of burden and succour.

Months later, through the miracle of mitosis, a 
juicy cut of prime passes through the birth canal, both
beautiful and bloody.

Steadfast child of some eastern divinity, I have faith that this creature was born
to meet his end on some surgical-steel golgotha,

and nourish me as bits and pieces cut and portioned on my dixie plate!



-note-
I am not a vegetarian....

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I thirst for your sweet mystery, 
so drunk with love am I, 
my lips are parch'd, 'til you bestowest 
balm, can I deny 
the boon that cometh from your lips, 
a taste of heaven's joy, 
so sweetly doth your soul impart, 
as I my skill employ 

to succour and to satisfy 
a gift so freely given; 
your fragance full delights my sense, 
my heart is wildly driven.
Your scent is heady, nay divine, 
my soul can scarce withstand 
the beauty of your simple grace, 
the softness of your hand....

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I thirst for your sweet mystery, 
so drunk on love am I, 
my mouth is parch'd, 'til you bestowest 
balm, can I deny 
the boon that cometh from your lips, 
a taste of heaven's joy, 
so sweetly doth your soul impart, 
as I my skill employ 

to succour and to satisfy 
a gift so freely given; 
your fragance full delights my sense, 
my heart is wildly driven. 
Your scent is heady, nay divine, 
my soul can scarce withstand 
the beauty of your simple grace, 
the softness of your hand....

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I thirst for your sweet mystery, 
so drunk on love am I, 
my mouth is parch'd, 'til you bestowest 
balm, can I deny 
the boon that cometh from your lips, 
a taste of heaven's joy, 
so sweetly doth your soul impart, 
as I my skill employ 

to succour and to satisfy 
a gift so freely given; 
your fragance full delights my sense, 
my heart is wildly driven. 
Your scent is heady, nay divine, 
my soul can scarce withstand 
the beauty of your simple grace, 
the softness of your hand....

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I thirst for your sweet mystery, 
so drunk on love am I, 
my mouth is parch'd, 'til you bestowest 
balm, can I deny 
the boon that cometh from your lips, 
a taste of heaven's joy, 
so sweetly doth your soul impart, 
as I my skill employ 

to succour and to satisfy 
a gift so freely given; 
your fragance full delights my sense, 
my heart is wildly driven. 
Your scent is heady, nay divine, 
my soul can scarce withstand 
the beauty of your simple grace, 
the softness of your hand....

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