Best Irrigating Poems

as a child, 
I perceived
the wonderment 
of Clouds. 

and elders 
likewise contemplated 

the curious celebrity of them

the solemnity of shape-shifting skyships

their charity of rain:
	encouraging fruit 
	greening hills
	irrigating joys
keeping 
watch 
around the earth 
in as enviable 
a perch 
as the risen sun 
or mystic moon 
that...

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By Ombuge Moses

Mama!
You sleep on a crack ground
Empty is the stomach
Hot is the sun
Nothing to quench the crack
The thirst is killing
Cracked is my throat
Helplessly you lay
You sleep on a crack ground

Baba!
Your cry is echoing
My ears cannot stop
My tears cool my cheeks
My face is running dry
You...

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We cannot do without water,
But it could do without us
If we choose!
 
Bodies of living things are made up 
of mostly water, squashy plants,
Blood and Lymph  included too. 
Without Hydration, the skin as well as
Internal organs would become very dry.

Dry organs cannot function and...

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LOVE ME NOT, LOVE ME MORE

Love me not, love me more
Love me now until forevermore...
    Gaze meet, nothing much to miss
    Hot nerves shoot in happy bliss
 Clouds above grin in delight
    so with sunshine golden...

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We know only those faces,
We have seen in history.
Yet countless strange faces are there
Who fought for the country.
We can never repudiate 
Selfless sacrifices of those men,
So I am paying tribute to all those
Martyrs and soldiers through my pen.
	
Indulged in your duties,
Far away from your family...

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One light clap
Then boom, boom
Wind, rain, storm

Willow threw her head back and laughed as the wind whipped her hair
Large raindrops then faster, smaller and plentiful
All the earth was singing praises, the song of the ages, all the earth sang praise

Delighted at the wind~ going out...

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Hope's river, overflew in my heart, irrigating thus, the arid field of my dreams!  







© Demetrios Trifiatis
    20 February 2016...

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The blood that was shed in all wars, succeeded only, in irrigating the valleys of hate! 






 

© Demetrios Trifiatis
     10 February 2016...

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Turbans in a short hat? Never. No that's right never. It is the will of the integral self to be employed only by one's belief in flow and source is not sauce so don't raise your hat to an irate bun. Balmy bewildering belligerent buffalo....

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As deities undress 
Sidesaddle the monk
Who’s utterly confused
To see atrocities wax
A sculpting bulldozing 
Branding a blueprint 
Spewed unto man
Irrigating sewage 
Leaking in shoes
Stomping out dogma 
In spangled shawls 
Confetti balloons fall
As subjectivity subjects 
Each a unique nook 
To harbor opinions
Cultivating folly trees 
Aiding sleeps process...

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This is the number that some men dread, and some void
From the intercourse of life. But I, indelibly now, reclaim
Its place in universal order and the sweet conceit of pride
For C13 was the boudoir where our bodies did once flame
Like the poincianna's bloom. Evening was...

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                       I
  There is a mud brick house
with roof of palm fronds and thatch -
  behold a little girl named Marie
in...

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Uninterrupted gurgle of nature,
From creator's heavenly reservoirs;
Bubbling, rippling, trickling white trans-nature,
Ceaselessly penning watery memoirs;
Is Tethys, the water-goddess, weeping?
Or eternally shedding tears of joy?
Or constantly irrigating the earth?
Immaculate white pearls are seen creeping,
Midst white-noise, as though rough pebbles decoy,
Angelic water tentatively mirth...!!!

It is, indeed, a revelation,...

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The past was locked in with very little 'right of passage'.                                  ...

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there you were
inside a picture frame
black and white photo
on the gallery wall
irrigating joy and goodness
his holinesss the dalai lama
your colours are boundless...

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