Irrigate Poems - Poems about Irrigate

...a strange thirst grows for an undefinable nectar to irrigate arid emptiness blissful melancholy pulsates heart is vibrant but alone we feel no lack and yet seek that elusive mist soul uplifting......

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... The ancestral savannahs of my people Are still alive in the unseen horizons Our grandparents have told us many Wonderful things about our tribe Before they arrived, we were here On the banks......

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...It’s an almighty responsibility to irrigate the land. Sending April showers when torrents are in demand. To control cloud bursts with symphonic precision. It takes all my skill and planni......

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...??????? Thou airy ship, thou whitish mist! Thou float on ocean and the dale Thou art a painting by my Lord! A painting which is not for sale Thou sooth the hearts of all on earth Thou hea......

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...Thou airy ship, thou whitish mist! Thou float on ocean and the dale Thou art a painting by my Lord! A painting which is not for sale Thou sooth the hearts of all on earth Thou heaths and mea......

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...I am sitting by the bank of the river, reflecting what my reflections in the water mean to me, the calm and serenity of the eddies and waves, sends my thoughts in the endless tranquility. The i......

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...Slime is a subtle stage for blame I can’t stay stuck to your ways/ I’m a little vague so your game I’ll ante up to plague/ While a tirade goes for their bane they played and waged/ I’ll abrogate w......

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...The Lake of Charity The hill stood tall and stately, Wind soughed through its sparse trees. Below a lake spread, at times calm, At times quite horribly stormy. He knelt in meditation ......

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...There's a dramatic ebb and flow in our system now, And the turbulence leaves the weak in its wake. As the roots between liberal and conservative, Have spread wider across a barren landscap......

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...Our soul is but A drop of celestial rain That Is born out of the vapors of spirituality's ocean Destined To irrigate materiality's arid planes of ignorance So as The flowers of wisdom blo......

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...What is not worth aiming at survives to pull a thousand more triggers. Squib rounds from damp pop-guns later are recorded as wisdom. Hacks have a smaller target on their backs than original ......

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...This year the farmers are celebrating the greatest full moon harvest they ever had in the past hundred years with a special field they sowed to be reaped before the arrival of winter, in the me......

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...The Birdsong of Ludovico, New to my agnostic ears, Commences unrestrained From a godly source To irrigate my fields, To rearrange my clouds, To tantalize my doubts, To render my cathedral........

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...It's laborious to elevate on the scale of life, much easier is come down the stairs from the cliff... so simple to walk with the head in the clouds, than with......

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...O pilot of my whole being! O Soul! Spirit! Atma! O, you that leads me to the absolute Paramatma! O, I yearn to connect with you! Communicate! Converse! O, I long to touch you; feel you; in you to......

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