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 guides tides.
sun runs
apace
moon whisks
its baton away
but Clouds
stay high,
perpetual
imprints
covering Space and Time.
Could
Clouds
be God's eyes?
***
when I was
-abecedarian-
counting from one to three,
I licked my lips
at Clouds
reckoning
I'd catch them
like docile butterflies,
and discern the flavors of miracle floss:
must be rose-white sugar
some barley flour
lamb's fleece and goose feathers
the elders, lofty and wise,
disparaged my foolish games.
I tugged
on the edge of their mountainous faces:
wispy chins
transient strands
billowy beards
closest clouds
I'd seen
Proximal nimbi
and their dust trail
of ginger, onion, and clove
pulled pork, frizzled cod, light ashtray
lingered...
I caught
those crazy hairs
so hard
candy-coated
raindrops
fell!
Categories:
irrigating, appreciation, growing up, hope,
Form:
Light Verse
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 sleep in a crack ground
Forever never to see you again
Mama has followed you
Death has come
It’s so helpless
Who to run to
They promised food
They brought food
They promised water
They brought water
We need food
We need water
We are dying of hunger, of thirst
Who will take care of me the orphan?
Will I die before the next food come?
Will I die before the next water come?
Will I die like Baba?
Will I lay helpless to death like Mama?
Heavenly GOD
Your mercy
I cry indeed
In need
Not In want
When they saw us dying
They brought canned food
When they saw us dying
They brought bottled water
This is a customary issue, problem
Death of hunger
Thirst to death
The solution is death, for me
For you, solution- canned food, bottled water
We need a source
Give us a water source
To plant the seed
To eat from our labor
Weeding, Oh! How is it done?
Irrigating the plant
Nurturing the crop
To live to see a generation
A healthy life
An ordinary way to live
To this
Mama!
You sleep on a cracked ground
Baba!
You sleep in a cracked ground
Dead, you are gone
I your son,
Tonight, I sleep on a cracked ground
If I see tomorrow, I will bury you Mama
I will water your grave Baba
If they give me a water source
Bottled one, I will quench
The thirst that killed you Mama
Use the source to irrigate
Plant a seed, to grow food
A generation
A future
A healthy mind
Never to sleep
On,
In,
A cracked ground
God, to guide
A Kenyan, for a generation
Categories:
irrigating, social, water, cry, me,
Form:
Lyric
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
Would definitely malfunction!
Even tears and saliva would be
diminished,
Forming crusts instead of lubricating!
Drink lots of fluids, for fluid loss
is a continuous thing-
As we breathe, sweat, in kidney-
filtering,
Water is indeed a Requisite for life
and living;
Mucus dilution during the Common
Cold.
Normal electrolytes depend upon it.
Potassium, Sodium, Magnesium
when dry, crystalizes and heart and
Brain problems we do get.
Water is also seen in Crystallization,
In the form of ice, snow,or on cold
surfaces.
It crystalizes on those unfortunately
frost-bitten ones,
In the frozen, hard unrelenting cold
caregivers take care of!
It Precipitates in Seas, Oceans, Rivers,
Lakes and Streams;
Where "hot air rises" as a mist to the
clouds,
Making them heavy to "fall" as rain.
Animals, Humans and Vegetation welcome it.
Water is a great "body-guard" for being
Impermeable,
Oil and water never mix and fat is separated too.
Water helps form blood and lymph after we eat,
Flowing to flush out our accumulated mess.
We are Invigorated with life, as cells hydrate
Durig a long trek on a path at camp.
Water invigorates the life-source due to
exhaustion,
Even the Lord cried out "I thrist."
Water "minds its own business:
Quenching the thirst of animals,
Irrigating lands as it passes by,
Filling reservoirs for domestic use.
Choose to make use of it daily!
Poetry Contest:
Poetry Title: Elements Part 3: WATER
Instructions:
YOUR POEM TO BE SUBMITTED WITH ALL 6 OF THESE WORDS:
1) HYDRATION (2) REQUISITE (3) PRECIPITATION (4) IMPERMEABLE (5) INVIGORATE (6) CRYSTALLIZATION.
Poetry Contest Deadline: Friday, April 29, 2016
Sponsored by: Brian Davey
Categories:
irrigating, animal, health, humanity, mountains,
Form:
Verse
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 light.
Love me not, love me more
Love me now until forevermore...
You hold my hand to yours
clasping it tight, not letting go
Through all tears and all joys
let affection a river overflow...
Love me not, love me more..
Love me now 'til forevermore...
Partners, we sing... sing along
uncaring who can hear the song
Irrigating our veins with a wish of love
peacefully settled like a rock dove
Love me not, Love me more
Love me now 'til forevermore...
Yes! that's we both want to hear
from honeyed lips of someone dear.
Touch my face, stroke my hair
speak sweet, tell only my name.
Love me not, love me more
Love me now 'til forevermore..
Until all the mountains reach the skies
or the moon kiss the starlight shine
Should all the rosebud hurry blush
or the painter's brush draw in rush..
Love me not love me more
Love me now 'til forevermore...
_____________________________________
11:21pm, August 29, 2014
Categories:
irrigating, emotions, love, sweet,
Form:
Lyric
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 and loving ones.
You fight for our
Dreams, hopes and liberty,
Strutting boldly amidst the raging guns.
Whether it is scorching rays of Sun
Or it is blood freezing cold,
You fight relentlessly
Standing so strong and bold.
You are the true sons of the nation.
For the sake of our lives,
Irrigating this land with your blood
Is your only passion.
Time will never obliterate the fact…
You stand for us like an adobe.
With lion like courage and firmness of temper,
You have made our tricolor
Shimmer throughout the globe.
Death can’t cease you to live
As you live even after dying.
I salute your martyrdom,
For you never got older.
Fighting to keep us free,
It is the stiffest thing
To be you- A SOLDIER......
Categories:
irrigating, dedication, passion, patriotic, soldier,
Form:
Prose Poetry
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 under the eves of the house
Breathing in the moist air, enjoying the zephyr blowing
I was singing praises, the song of the ages, I was singing praises
Two months since we had any rain to amount to much
All was dry, the plants and trees were hurting, the garden needed rain
Those irrigating hoses just don't bless the earth like rain
The clouds linger the moist air floats about
Birds of the air are quiet relishing each moment
Thanksgiving today for God watered for me
Categories:
irrigating, animals, inspirational, naturesong, rain,
Form:
Free verse
Hope's river, overflew in my heart, irrigating thus, the arid field of my dreams!
© Demetrios Trifiatis
20 February 2016
Categories:
irrigating, dream, hope, life,
Form:
Monoku
The blood that was shed in all wars, succeeded only, in irrigating the valleys of hate!
© Demetrios Trifiatis
10 February 2016
Categories:
irrigating, anger, hate, war,
Form:
Monoku
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. Er no not a buffalo. In fact it is the antics of a stick insect. Interrupted is not intrusive it is inspiring. Creatively calming chaps could change clams. And the big fish laughs ho ho ho. Xxxx irrigation irrigating igniting ignorance. Ha. Yes lots of hahahaha and several billion xxxxxxxxxxxxx and waltz. Good. Great isn't it. Wow. Exciting. Wonderful. Haven having heaps. Fantastic. Be not a pin be a staple. Xxxxx haha haha haha. Xxxxx unconditional x p y q with a ! And a z z z entomologist.
Categories:
irrigating, bible,
Form:
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
As conclusions draw
Brisk as a piece
Fired on whiteboards
Washing whitewaters
Drifting down to the next
Who believe they know
The universe's edge
Categories:
irrigating, philosophy, religion, universe,
Form:
Blank verse
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 my special time
And the waiting for your knock on the door; O, your smile
Was my hibiscus in that room, your eyes the rose sublime
And your body my lignum vitae, rare, rich and softly mild.
Thirteen is a flower garden to me ... fresh beauty in a seed
And a thousand fruiting trees to come from it, I suckled
The morning glory of your tongue, felt you fed in me a need
For the glory of a seed. From our skin the water trickled
Irrigating dreams of generations to come, and then a drought
Sudden and fierce, and then my sadness through the years
To search for you, in school-less days, everywhere about
To make you grow rich again in the pasture of my tears
And some the number would blame for all the hapless things
But I, my faith to heaven clings, and honor Him for purposes
Unseen, for my life is not an accident, but ever love springs
To make me what I am; our life is as heaven sweet disposes
And in all things I learn to trust and to wait, for the seasons
Of the flowers may go, but his promise like a rainbow remains
My life is beyond mere chance, our love above human reasons
And C13 stays as the cloud that brings sweet summer rains.
Categories:
irrigating, love, mysterylife, me, sweet,
Form:
Verse
I
There is a mud brick house
with roof of palm fronds and thatch -
behold a little girl named Marie
in possession of my farthest dispatch.
My picture on its pale mud wall
above her barest earth floor bedding.
I hope one day her crying tears
will be tears of great joy shedding
II
On darkest Africa’s west coast
a small Temne village in Sierra Leone,
gathering windblown palm nuts
or fetching water to carry back home.
Grandmother inside making oil
and villagers irrigating planted plots,
Marie and her busy little friends
are chasing the birds from the crops
III
The Port Loko District foothills
in the Kalamera Development Project,
home of tribesmen shepherds
and witch-doctors to malady correct.
From day to day her people lead
alas a subsistence life in every breath.
Might Marie and her family live
till next harvest to again cheat death
IV
I lie awake in my bed at night
with my own misfortune as my curse -
it is then I think of you, Marie,
and am reminded whose plight is worse.
God bless you my sponsored child
and cheerful speak your native tongue,
the greatest gift you give to me
that you grow to be your tribe among
Written: September 1996
Categories:
irrigating, child, inspiration,
Form:
Rhyme
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, grand,
That the Angel falls has her connection;
To India, my precious mother land,
With her cosmically linking flexion;
There's a young celestial Indian kid,
Who could speak the language of every bird,
And make them mesmerized by his power;
Magic and charming enchantments he did,
Each plant and tree, in his hands, he did gird,
He took huge pleasure in sun and shower...!
Crescent tumult of cascading funnels,
Erupting, like water-volcanoes, hot;
Twisting and turning through rocky tunnels,
Caressing and Kissing even soil rot;
Did the Absolute, in your dream, prompt you,
To quench each grass those earnestly aspire,
That a little drop of yours wet their lips...?
When I touched and hugged you I received too,
Blazing of the Holy-Ghost-like fire,
That, so far, like my mother's love, tight-grips...!!!
03 May2022
Categories:
irrigating, life, water,
Form:
Ode
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
Categories:
irrigating, art, hope, love, peace,
Form:
Ode
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's, indeed, a revaluation, grand,
That the Angel falls has her connection;
To India, my precious mother land,
With her cosmically linking flexion;
There's a young angelic Indian kid,
Who could speak the language of every bird,
And make them mesmerized by his power;
Magic and charming enchantments he did,
Each plant and tree, in his hands, he did gird,
He took huge pleasure in sun and shower...!
Crescent tumult of cascading funnels,
Erupting, like water-volcanoes, hot;
Twisting and turning through rocky tunnels,
Caressing and Kissing even soil rot;
Did the Absolute, in your dream, prompt you?
To quench each grass those earnestly aspire,
That a little drops of yours wet their lips;
When I touched and hugged you I received too,
Blazing of the Holy-Ghost-like fire,
That, so far, like my mother's love, tight-grips...!!!
03 May 2022
Categories:
irrigating, nature, water,
Form:
Ode