"irrigate" poems
Nosey people annoy me
Pompous people bore me,
Pretentious people irritate me
Whilst drunk people irrigate me.
Opinionated people grate me,
Cheating people forsake me.
Sly people irk me
Lazy people shirk me.
Judgemental people cast me,
Bigoted people blast me.
Most people avoid me!
May 6, 2014
May 6, 2014 at 12:45 PM UTC
My life is like a river
winding down unto the sea
and if you sail my waters
then you can get a look at me
I may not be the greatest
of the rivers which have been
but you'll never find a body
that is more proud or genuine
Starting at my source
My family and home
filling me with substance
as I flow off on my own
my water, crystal-clear
alive with plant and fish
and to always be that way
is the one thing that I wish
Friends contribute water
and it helps me as I grow
Flowing ever deeper
running faster as I go
Some would irrigate me
but i'll never be contained
others hope to **** me
but I cannot be restrained
Raging with my water
sometimes my borders overflow
as I give back the sediment
thad borrowed long ago
my water moving mountains
slicing channels through the land
I may not be the greatest
but my canyons have been grand
When I wished to merge
another river I did find
and at once our separate waters
had forever been combined
Our banks were overflowing
from the substance that we shared
and so we pass it on
into the rivers we did bear
Meandering through life
My river not as deep
My water not as clear
and my angle not as steep
But my inside still is living
and that's how I will always be
Until my waters do depart me
when I flow into the sea.
May 24, 2016
May 24, 2016 at 1:18 AM UTC
We can only afford to contain our fires
Turning to... Soothsaying waters
Soothsaying rain, empty out your bottles
Irrigate from our heart puddles
Let flow into a singular well
An oasis where our hearts would kiss and silently tell
Submerge us as one being
The water milling and licking
Kissing our warm skins
Wash away as it purges and cleans
Cleansing waters, wash and give birth
Rid of the sadness to reveal the earth
Of this earth, you and I are one
Looking up to idolise the same sun
Wedged between... This expanse of redundant land
Pining for the mixing of our sands
We... We are made of the same
Earth, dirt and gravel placed in different games
Bearing similar stones that beat
Beating away the seconds that flit
Earth biding time... Stay on ground
Let wind take your souls to realms unbound
Casting our souls into the wind
Carved hearts on flags we pinned
Kites of love set to catch the air
Wind be kind... Carry us easy with care
Gift us your gentle airy fingers
As you would the sails of hopeful seafarers
Together we would dance and billow
Frolic upon your light feathered pillow
Ride the wind, on wings that never tire
Tiny bites that keep us afire
Never needing a flint to set alive the flame
Stoking the fire that burns on the same
Rhymes and reasons be our fuel
Combat logic and sense in a cerebral duel
Fight in our eyes, subdued are the blazes
Embers dormant behind glassy tearful gazes
Spark them to life with passionate heat
Fan them to rage till the time our hearts meet
But still... We must contain our fires
With nothing but soothsaying waters
Aug 22, 2014
Aug 22, 2014 at 12:49 AM UTC
Good morning ...
new day ...
new morning ...
just for you now ...
and because of ,...
start ...
good morning ...
to the hearts that shine like the sun ...
and rain love with a loving water ...
to irrigate the hearts that have dried up ....
and life has been hard on them ...
new morning with you now ...
with a lot of misses ...
hold inside my heart ...
and wish you know,...
much how ...
after a great dream ...
we have all the night ...
in a dream...
its events were ...
all the words of love ...
between the lips...
whispered ...
within hugs...
bodies , did ...
to be you ...
the beginning of my morning ...
Until...
the end of my night ...
to start then with you ...
the dream...
again...
good morning my lady...
hazem al ...
Oct 5, 2024
Oct 5, 2024 at 2:52 AM UTC
I can feel you near me
Whenever you are close.
You're like an overdose on
E
My tank is on
F
I want to swim past your knees
And take one last deep breath before
Submerging myself
Into the salacious, incredulously insatious, Caribbean Sea-warm Oasis
At the apex of your thighs.
I will set sail ships in your eyes
Questing for you to magnetize me in the direction towards the destin of my fate.
The question is
Once I'm in
Can your Vaginal Strait
Navigate me
In the deep dark cavity of your hips
Or can your lips
Narrate
Irrigate me to the waterfalls of your heart
I want to split your valves apart and
Let
Love
Pour.
I want to anchor permanently on the sink-sands of your shores;
I want to be closer to you than I've ever been before...
I want you to feel me.
Feb 12, 2013
Feb 12, 2013 at 3:49 PM UTC
A Crop of Lies irrigate farmland
Deception grows and dies
Its corpse sustains
A cycle refrains
Cold, this night is
Cracks open the ground
Revealing a sight
Seeping through with light
Regions were found
To be taken and conquered
Sailors sailed to eat sailors
And they as well ate bread
Sounds of paranormal had
Guided every boat, then plane
Then spaceship, to the inside
Of a toy box they made
“These Crops dictate Truth”
Says Man (or monster)
Every night is cold; cracked
These Crops are impure
Livestock tell stories of their leader
It’s more of saying really
Because they’re ******* livestock
The Truth cannot tell nor talk
Reason slips off their skin
Like water off oil
Harder and harder it is
For Man to let joy soak in
Journeys of discovery
Travel through the television
Crisps, colas, pies, and cakes
Is what ******* does it
Beef pulp, French toast, tomato paste
Is what ******* does it
All we consume is ****
Crying fat morons decompose
“I really like the rain”
Says ****** with pudding stain
And her body melts and pours
As the rain does inexcusably
Great big dogs soak up in the rain
Unlike Man with his walking cane
They are all dying as they retreat
Underneath a roof of sin to replace
Emotional politicians claim they’re drug-free
As they smoke cigs and drink alcohol
Infant babies were torn apart in shopping malls
Did the World set them free?
Man (or monster) propose
To have a war on anything
Must any more children die?
Or can they get high; watch television?
What the **** is wrong with an aspect
Of harmless self-discovery
Can Man wager livestock’s epiphany?
Is it o.k. to live in a subdivision?
Or on a farm, or in the television?
Do these Crops have to dictate
Which victim we choose to mate?
To dictate our truth?
Can the fake astronaut admit?
He got ******* high; watched sitcoms
Ate potato chips, ate cereal out of the box
Never told a soul it was a hoax
Crops soak in the sweet rain
As the political Man weeps
These Crops become true
Dying Men no longer retreat
A Crop of Lies
Become so true
This wisdom is beauty
What we see now
Is as clear as day
May 3, 2014
May 3, 2014 at 2:25 PM UTC
Misty waters whisk my body
I cannot see
Right before me
Blurry is my vision
A mystify sound, I hear
With footsteps not very far
Who can that be
Feeling a precious touch
Behind me
I turned in this steamy irrigate
A mistress stands near
Before I speak
Her soft fingers surrenders my lips
Whispers in my ear
Her maiden name
Sounds so melodious
Attempted to grasp her by hand
As she refuses
The haze clears up
To an unbearable sight
A divine creature of elegance
As I imagine
How can this emergence of love mend a broken heart?
Sep 8, 2009
Sep 8, 2009 at 8:29 AM UTC
Coffee creamer rain drops,
wet and thirsty and cursing the turkey
who said too much water was too bad.
Bring on the damp leaves
and the damp seats of pants.
Splash on droplets dropping from branch
to sea level.
Salvia, spit it up, into your
baby bird's mouth and
drop some on me accidentally.
Flood tiny concrete rooms,
irrigate me.
Smother in luke-warm raindrops,
and I scream when stink-bugs press their
wet little pad toes on me.
Dampen everything!
Oct 22, 2014
Oct 22, 2014 at 8:23 AM UTC
O Ganga!
You flow
Across the mighty
Mountains
O your youthful
Playful force
Making its way
Through the
Ancient boulders
Stream after stream
Joins you
To find its destiny
Happily
In your depths
To make you
O the vast Ganga we know
The Aryans found their
Abode on your banks
You saw the rise of Jainism
And Buddhism
O civilization
Not only flourished
But flowered
On your banks!
You've seen it all!
You travel down the Tehri dam
Across Rishikesh
And Haridwar
From the cow's mouth
O the Gomukh
Where your mother
Glacier Gangotri rests!
You enter the plains
Having crisscrossed
Roads many
And lives
Of many a being
Who consider you
As mother
Worship you
You bear their brunt also
Carrying heaps of
Garbage
You flow Kanpur
You see tanneries
And many more
You nourish them
Keep them running
But they end up
Slowing your run
You reach Allahabad
What's in a name
A tryst of cultures
O you have the
Gangs Jamuni doab
And Gangs jamuni tehzeeb!
Your sisters join you
And here at Prayag
You have Yamuna with you
O a mythical sister
Saraswati does find here way to you
They say
Life goes on on your ghats
As usual
People washing clothes
Themselves
And people offering
Flowers and performing
Rituals on your banks
O all but consider you
As an earthly mother
A heavenly gift
Just like Saraswati
You have your place in the scriptures as well!
You also
Flow out of mythology
Into our minds
O the mighty Shiva
Took you
In his mighty curls
Of hair
To allay your spirit
As you descended
Onto the Earth
To purge peoples
Lives
The Bhagiratha's
Penance you saw then
He got back his wish
Thousand brothers
They say
O you but still see
The Kumbh Mela(fair)
So many souls
You see the serenity
Of Varanasi
The beautiful spirituality
Of its
Ghats
O young wrestlers
Massaging before
The day's fight
Alongside
Seers in
Deep meditation
On your banks
O you have settled
This city
You flow across
Patna
The ancient
Pataliputra
Seen many imperial
Rise and falls
History echoes in you
You enter Bengal
The fertile
Gangetic plains
Bear testimony
To your gifts
With their lush green
And swaying fields
The Farakka barrage
Sees you in one of your
Giant avatars
You irrigate
And touch people!
You flow as the Padma in
Bangladesh
O you know
Two lands separated
By political shadows
You flow
As Bhagirathi
Hooghly
In Bengal
The rice bowl!
O your Ilish(Hilda)
People do relish
You flow graciously
Through
Flat extensive plains
Past Kolkata
The city of joy
And into the sea
At Gangasagar
Taking with you
So many memories
And promising
The continuity
Of your divine
Grace
O dear river,
You are Ganga!
Feb 8, 2018
Feb 8, 2018 at 6:57 AM UTC
tears
Your whole body wanna be your tears,
tears of joy to my soul bloom.
tears
because they penetrate your heart,
chestnut sprout from your eyes (black o.v.)
caress your cheeks
and get lost in your lips.
tears
because they irrigate our feelings,
germinate your cravings,
trot rush your chest
and absorb me whisper in your breath.
tears
because they flit our memories,
emerge your vastness,
refresh your memory
and close my aura to your present.
Feb 25, 2013
Feb 25, 2013 at 7:18 PM UTC
*Capture me the sun
and I’ll worship you by day
Lasso me the moon
and I’ll turn the tide
Irrigate me an ocean
and I’ll drink to a stupor
Promise me time
and the seconds I’ll bide*
Jan 30, 2018
Jan 30, 2018 at 6:37 AM UTC
Cinnamon sonogram
Detect the abnormalities too late.
Morning after birth of
a placebo placenta.
Irrigate the porcelain
of a lost labor laboratory.
Love found not within the arms of
the golem grasping for straws.
-
Wailing a harmony of blue and red.
Pumping panacea.
Steady the pace, you hotheads
with elegant electric veins.
On Monday she sung so sweetly and
whispered her prophet tales.
Saturday appeared as an echoing,
hollow and halfhearted hymn.
-
They retreat in rebellion;
lapping at salt laced lacerations.
Rye, grain, roots, and grapes
for the Baroness of the Barrens.
Weeping waters leads to the
sleeping daughters that dangle
their threats like fishing hooks
off of the edge of a world so flat.
Aug 20, 2013
Aug 20, 2013 at 2:44 PM UTC
Frustration is only a sensation
Don't let it change what you think
If you do so,
then it only shows
where you're weak.
Your motivation
will shrink
when you feel
you're on the brink.
Regroup, get in sync.
Sensation comes
and goes
with a blink
of an eye
Hold your breath
and continue to try.
Why are you frustrated?
It's because of how you've
decided to classify.
What do you think
that signifies?
Identify then simplify.
Irrigate your irritation's
stimuli.
Instead of frustration,
look towards it with
gratification.
Nov 5, 2016
Nov 5, 2016 at 12:25 PM UTC
For the first time I feel I am fortunate
God gave me the best gift to be my fate
With love water, you irrigate my soul
My heart grew in love with your call
I don't exaggerate, I weave my love into verse
I just make the left of my chest your universe
Only you have the key to live there forever
My heart beats only when we are together
Your love buds blossom on my heart's wall
On my chest, the letters of your name crawl
Your love pumps blood into my veins
You are the delicate breeze when it rains
Because of you, in life I have faith and belief
In your tender hug, I found comfort and relief
Forever, for you I am ready to wait
I never get bored at your heart's gate
If I have you, all my dreams come true
Between your arms, I never feel blue
I carry you everywhere I go deep in my chest
I hold the first letter of your name tight in my fist
Sep 13, 2023
Sep 13, 2023 at 3:26 PM UTC
I drove the rental car through a tree
as we continued on towards the ranch.
Saddled up hand measured horses and rode through the park.
Monster trees would have shadowed skyscrapers.
The bravest of birds nested only halfway,
for even feathered wings stall at that altitude.
The damnedest thing was the pine-cones,
golf ball-sized spheres
falling from giants.
It's a bumpy ride on a leather saddle,
a bit painful, too.
You smirked and said you needed a drink,
hell, so did I.
Later in Eureka California we walked to Ray's Saddle,
an old western bar with a wooden red patio,
fake cowboy mannequins gracing the entrance
pistols drawn, not ready to fire.
Our dry mouths megan to irrigate,
our sore bottoms limped through the door,
and the damnedest thing;
the bar stools were rawhide saddles.
Oct 4, 2010
Oct 4, 2010 at 9:22 PM UTC
I am a black foot angel, wingless and forgotten,
tasting immortal memories with stronger passion.
I will grab this bottle and toss eons of romance away
because the angel I loved broke my dark sky heart.
I sit underwater with the trees that sway upside down,
taking breaths of nitrogen mixed in with my tears.
All rocks unturned in the current that is never quenched,
darkened skin from the lava I bathe to heat my tranquility.
Cooled down in the rainforests that hide my dreams,
underneath the diseased soil for my incompetence.
I irrigate the lands I’ve sown in my lust to grow another day,
yet no fruition from my most fertile feelings from drought.
I follow the clouds that flood my misery in these valleys
and cry with the sun as it descends the haven of eyes,
speak with the moon that tells of lone lit stars and lovers
just to wait until it lullabies a quiet lunar night once more.
For the angels I knew that burst open my aerated wounds,
to caress the worry of mortal lives given to all sinners,
uneasy paths that fly upward as the rivers I sent unto my coasts
disgraced when I nail my hopeless love to the omnipotent cross.
Now I gently slip away into the kempt trunks of friends hidden,
an incredible place of secrecy and all-knowing substance,
only to leave again into the horizon that cuts me whole
from the pictures meant to make us all suffer internally.
I rest in the cradle of reality, born on a vine of trust,
this gracious corridor inside me is laden with unfamiliar doors.
My hope sparkles falsely under apprehension, which ruined the walls,
I point the finger, but can only blame the lost fool I see in my mirror.
I ponder my possibilities for flying back into that angel’s heart,
since I lay here in my bed, comatose to my clockwork feelings,
A newborn to a lovelorn life has grown feeble in understanding.
I await inanimate, inside as I cast my vessel into a new dedication of failure.
© 2004
Feb 3, 2015
Feb 3, 2015 at 3:01 PM UTC
My heart is an Anchor.
A dead weight.
And a life lifter.
My mouth a funnel,
my throat the tunnel,
and my heart the core from which words irrigate.
My mind is the filter.
Some times nondescript I elicit words and rhymes explicit
about how my mind sits in a different dimension where words are living.
My heart is here anchored and grounded.
Sometimes I feel like earth-bonded solid mountain.
Sometimes I feel like a Soul punished and grounded.
Jun 12, 2015
Jun 12, 2015 at 6:39 PM UTC
Breath your breathes....
let me breath you...
warm smoothly breathes...
poetic windy breathes give me...
and let me melt as a missing candle into your lap...
to warm your chest , to give me more sweet love...
oh the great you are...
great lover for me you are...
sweet lover...
i am a man..
loving man..
fell in love and touched the high sky...
reached love with no limit...
love that never sensed its savor, only with you...
love that never touched me,only when i am with you...
be close to me sweetheart...
more close be with me...
let me breath your sweet breathes...
let me touch your hands...
and lay my head on your chest...
to hear your hearts' beats...
to hear it calls with my name...
be close...
let me melt into your lap...
be close...
let me kindle with my heart, your darkness...
be close...
have no life without you and after you...
be close...
make me alive again through your breathes...
to irrigate me and my heart after a happiness left me..
O sweet liver lover
liver into my deepness...
living there inside me,even when you there...
sharing me ,my heart...
feels and makes me always feel with here...
because of you...
and only for you...
giving you all my life...
my soul...
my years...
just only be close now...
let me breath and smell your breathes...
by : hazem al jaber ...
Feb 23, 2017
Feb 23, 2017 at 1:06 PM UTC
To you who laugh under waterfalls
Of Vengeance
And irrigate with *****
Let me say, how even blindly
You are without joy.
To you who taste the sweetness of destruction
Castration
And pony up on your last bet.
You will only have wine glasses full of acid
Spiked by each other in the Cave of truth.
May 8, 2015
May 8, 2015 at 5:34 AM UTC
Fascinating in technicality
Are the nuances of the human mind.
A field of strange flowers inviting
The observer to delve into its' fragile psyche.
The hungry audience retires for
The night, riveted by the days find.
Their sleep restful and undisturbed,
The field will wait for the morrows next pry.
The flowers roots run deep,
In search of another of its kind.
Not noticing the deadened leaves
Left in its path, as it hides from the airless sky.
The field sprouts its foliage,
Another being of comfort for which to bind.
The field so lonely,
Sheds a tear as its' flowers die.
Unable or unwilling to let
The spectators irrigate the dying mind.
The field resolves itself
To forever remain lonely and dry.
Jun 3, 2013
Jun 3, 2013 at 10:16 AM UTC
I wish we could ...
live the love as we write it ...
as i always sending to you ...
as i desired it ...
and dreamed ...
so we can irrigate our souls ...
instead of irrigating ...
the lines from it ...
sweetheart ...
Our souls are so thirsty ...
and it needs ...
it's water's love ...
but ...
the lines are flowering with love and meeting ...
with all words ...
yes my angel ...
who stole me from my all times ...
you stole even ...
all my days and nights ...
love you ...
hazem al ...
Dec 9, 2022
Dec 9, 2022 at 5:32 AM UTC
love's Symbol ...
wherever you be ...
whenever you are ...
there is love ...
because you are ...
the love ...
and it's symbol ...
which it planted so deep ...
into my heart ...
i wish i was a rain ...
to rain you with my all love ...
from my wet clouds ...
to irrigate you ...
with my love ...
i wish i was the wind ...
to run after you ...
there where you are ...
to be the breathes ...
to your soul ...
i wish i was a garden ...
full of all kind roses ...
to be always into me ...
and to keep you ...
the pretty queen ...
to my garden ...
i wish i was the blood ...
the red blood from you ...
to be always inside you ...
to run happily through you ...
through all your veins ...
till i stay there where i love ...
there inside your heart ...
forever and never to leave ...
ooh babe sweet girl ...
i wish i was the heart of you ...
inside your body sweetheart ...
to be always with you ...
and to keep beating ...
only for you ...
to give the love ...
and to take all the love ...
which i really feel about you ...
yes sweet babe mine ...
i wish i be ...
all what makes you ...
the symbol of love ...
only just to love you ...
and to get love from you ...
and to be only forever ...
in love with you ...
i wish i be ...
wish to be for me ...
only for me ...
hazem al ...
Feb 28, 2017
Feb 28, 2017 at 1:06 AM UTC
Water so shallow
I can see straight to the bottom.
Conversation
clearly
not enough to irrigate
the open wounds.
Leave me to drown.
Saturate your lies
into some other body.
Use your tears
to water other flowers.
I'll lay out and enjoy
while the sun still sunshines.
Time for you to move, out of sight.
You're blocking my light.
Before you make lines.
Permanent lines.
May 17, 2011
May 17, 2011 at 2:52 PM UTC
Vial's wine ...
as a bottle of alcohol ...
you are ...
your soul ...
your breathes ...
your heart ...
your eyes...
even your lips are ...
the sweetest wine ...
will never get irrigate of them ...
will be always thirsty to your wine ...
i would be always of you drunk ...
to be the madly crazy lover ...
to your sweet only lips ...
sweetheart...
your lips are the factory of wine ...
as the river always runs ...
gives the pure pleasant water ...
that water never ever get before ...
that water which it like the wine ...
since i kiss them ...
i got so drunk ...
because of the your honey nectar ...
the honey of your mouth ...
which it mixed with your breathes ...
to make the great wine ...
sweetheart mine ...
your lips always my wine ...
and want to be always of you drunk ...
yes sweet angel mine ...
you are my vial's wine ...
hazem al ...
Jun 5, 2017
Jun 5, 2017 at 5:58 AM UTC
I have seen our garden after Eden,
I have felt the change in the climate,
I have tasted the warm summer rain,
I have ploughed your perfumed harvest upon a moonlit evening.
I still rummage through the memory of autumn,
I still yearn to **** out the crease in your silken garments,
I still feel your heartbeat fluttering in the breeze of the hummingbird’s wings,
I still irrigate my life with your tears that will forever sting.
I can taste your fragrance in the seeds of spring,
I can close my eyes and pollinate my mind with your dreams,
I can reach out and plant a kiss on the silhouette of your fingertips,
I can still see the faint trace of your fertile footprint.
I want to thaw out the winter from my weeping bones,
I want to cast aside the sad saturated memory stones,
I want to hear the melody that we wrote with our warm souls,
I want to be where you are in the land where cold souls grow old.
©Rangzeb Hussain
Jul 18, 2011
Jul 18, 2011 at 10:06 AM UTC