Short Irrigation Poems

Divorce is…
Cathartic, purification
Therapeutically purgative
Like colonic irrigation...

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Water from the well, you shall not draw
for the barbeque, you must use less straw
curiosity burns the sleeve
irrigation kills the olive
not conforming leaves the meal still raw...

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We were; yes we were!
Brewed for this day.
Innured a yoked thicket.
Offing but at the nose tip
Till we had a stomach full

Receiving more, yet, we keep.
The bitter-tasting dark fluid.
Which settles in our veins.
Blurring our sight
And quaking our feet.

Our feet? Thorned for irrigation
Of blood and sweat.
The flower rejoiced; we winced.
Perseverance replaced our view
As Eldorado floods our sight....

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Forever my darling;
Your mine treasured flower;
And I love you
I love you
So in love with you
Beware my flower;
planted by the desert;
I'll be the water;
Irrigation the application of controlled love
To plant at needed intervals;
Your mine treasured flower;
So in love with you;
Forever my darling;
And I love you
I love you
So in love with you

5/21/18
written words by James Edward Lee Sr.
Copyright © 2018...

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That hillside here in the valley
with soil erosion looks like
the Giant gauged it out
with four fingers,
quite unhappy with 
the crop dusting planes.

That last go-round
got him so choked up with
crop dust, plus tripping on
a whole stack of irrigation pipes
sent him landing the valley down
ten feet deeper.

You can see where the farmers
have dragged his body away,
and that last rain has left 
a shallow lake....

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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 blossom in our hearts and minds
For 
Their aroma guides us onto the path of love and compassion
That God for us has traced,
Before 
It evaporates and returns to its divine home!






© Demetrios Trifiatis
    01 October 2022...

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Out there on the edge of town
Lies a crumbling railroad track.
I set my feet to running,
Too late for turning back.

I left my love behind me
in an irrigation ditch,
I caught her with another man
So I up and shot the witch.

Now the hounds are chasing me,
My race is nearly run,
With nowhere left for me to go
I slowly pull my gun.

The barrel is cold against my head,
Eternity is near.
There’s just the sound of thunder
Exploding in my ear....

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