Quote: Some believe bluebirds are a symbol of joy and hope or good news arriving soon. Others think of them as a connection between the living and deceased.
Before your eyes on a warm day of spring you see the first sunrise
and then you see a little fellow in the skies,
a tiny specimen braving a morning song just before your eyes
Atop a tree he flies only to sit on a cup shaped woven nest
she shouts for joy to her little ones
there are 6 nestling bluebirds with no downy feathers on their chest
Tiny peep peep peeps come out of their loosely weaved hotbed
mama feeds them with her eager beak
while daddy goes Tu-a-wee, Tu-a-wee, then waits until their fed
Three weeks old and ready to fly they flap incessantly
until they learn to fly
aiming for a clear blue the sky they soar towards eternity
Six baby bluebirds finally, ... on their way.
Categories:
hotbed, animal,
Form: Free verse
West Berlin, British Sector
Hotbed of rumour and lies
I’m there illegally, not wearing
A Jimmy in scaleyback disguise.
I was a Secret Squirrel or
Sneaky Beak was another name
They called us both but
They both meant the same.
There to report
As things moved along
Trying to ensure none
Of the info was wrong
That infamous wall had
Not long been built
The Cuban Missile Crisis
Was running at full tilt.
They said there was a minefield
Under the duckboard to our site
I never knew whether it was
Just bull, or whether it was right.
You paused at the door to allow
The VOPO at the border fence
Get a good clear focus
On his telephoto lens.
If you were a newbie
And it was your first time
Tradition said you stopped
To give him a Churchill sign.
There was panic and despair
That we were pulling out
All from propaganda the Reds
Were spreading all about.
And then suddenly it was over
One Mr K decided to back down
And it was time for me to leave
That turbulent divided town.
A Twin Pioneer took me out
Quietly and Illegally by air
It’s not shown on my record as
Officially I was never ever there.
Categories:
hotbed, adventure, military, soldier,
Form: Rhyme
True & False
Indo Pak True And False Theory
1.Islam came from Saudi Arabia.True or False
2.Ignorance is insult of human intelligence.True or False
3.Bilingual means Hindko Hindi.True or False
4.The big bang theory is related to gang bang.True or False
5.Foot fetish is reserved for fatty acids.True or false
6.Brahamputra is the putr of braham das.True or False
7.95%percent Pakistani still support hotbed.True or False
8.Intercession is necessary in extra judicial cases.True or False
9.Blame game is the mother of Politics.True or False
10.Dr Abdul Kalam was sherlock holmes of secularism.True or False
11.India has the most number of mosques in the World.True or False
12.50%percent muslim families celebrate hindu festivals.True or False
13.Dawood Ibrahim destroyed brotherhood that once existed.True or False
14.Two nation theory is actually two nation Ideology.True or False
Note.Human intellignce is the mother of knowledge.
Categories:
hotbed, baseball, basketball, beach, boat,
Form: List
If I pruned now
in the hotbed coals of summer heat
the sap would run, lapping at the trunk
trickling down the bark and diminish the bloom,
those hopeful dreams of next year growth
would easily fade away to leaves
and the flowering would disappear
so far now, after every rain
I hold myself back resisting
the growth spurts
of every bush and branch
waiting for the fall.
Categories:
hotbed, angst,
Form: Free verse
Show me a burning arrow from your quiver of love
Avail me fire and kindness set joined earth ablaze
Grant me only this one wish for the hotbed of passion
In fletching’s path we feel think reason and cherish
Throw a kiss to each other to link intimate emotions
And pheromones made in heaven straight to our hearts
Ravishing delight oozes from crest marks and cusps
Irreversible vows in tune with tides and the moon
Unlock the target when darts embrace in mid air
Suspended in everlasting promise we rise to the sky
31st March 2021
Categories:
hotbed, bridal shower,
Form: Acrostic
Corona has made a hot soup
caught us unawares, in a coup
a hothead.
We love to touch, hug eachother
enjoy our drink, chat together
with hotdog.
This weakness Corona exploited
mutating, making us doited
a hotrod.
Wanting to do damage contain
caregivers hurried, to maintain
a hotline.
Humans' old habbits die very hard
older and sick, it did bombard
as hotbed
13.5.2020
Categories:
hotbed, scary,
Form: Verse
Your Eyes Are Like Magic Marbles
Your eyes are like magic marbles
made of blue sky madness,
they draw my sharpest senses inward
rendering me helpless to your red devouring lips,
which pucker with a blinding instinctive intensity,
as with silent snakes seeking a cooler ground,
hidden inside a hotbed of conniving bulrushes;
your perfumed presence bringing out deliriously
a powerful draw upon my protruding screaming loins,
as if you had stolen my lapping eyes and tongue unseen,
rendering them completely to the burgeoning sky beast,
that now swoops down with grasping talons of arousal;
as you sprawl before me with plumes of mad impulse;
we lie naked, moist and spent; two lovers embracing,
forgetting about time and trouble as living human beings.
Your eyes are like magic marbles.
Categories:
hotbed, passion,
Form: Free verse
Crazy Cat Lady
there's a hotbed of crazy cat ladies
waving at me from their new mercedes
howling in a frenzy for me to stop
for a quick drill, I fall for their prop
giving to fish to their host
and on a side road we break toast
with the moon watching over me in fears
being bound by the black satin dears
with all the aces in their hand
they strike up the broadening band
arrows of lust shooting thru the air
barbs landing with dispair
claws ravaging my back
in peril I begin to see pitch black
my picnic whipped and lashed
for salt my quick drill now dashed
as candle wax ushers down the aisle
to the crazy cat ladies smile
I'm screaming at vacant eyes
craziness muting my cries
I'm lost at their booted feats
save for a pocket of pussy treats
connie pachecho
1/16/18
Categories:
hotbed, cry, lust,
Form: Rhyme
Like a fire placed before her,
Serving as a source of tommorow's shower
Sweat and wail can never be eluded,
As she proceed through the narrow
hotbed
Body disrupted, as unexpected scene erupted
A fearful lass on a hot coal
Experiencing the traumatic show
When the kite of life drove-by
Maintaining her integrity without
loosing her tie
As she lay her hand on the keg of sweat,
She begins to sail out of tommorows fret
Determination truly she adore,
Making her to see success harbour
Tartness like a movie she watch in rising
Then, let the sweet chowder appear in her dusk
With her eyes on her true goal
Strongly, she keeps herself under the broil
Her spirit turns bright,
As she keep off her voyage sprite
Beautiful night she see in true hope
Albeit she hack it in the labour rope
I never knew she could smile like a
valour,
When her appearance becomes sour
A plucky girl with strong power to
steer,
On the negligence of the labour tear
Then, today she see herself in wail
Tommorow will bring gleesome ray.
Categories:
hotbed, best friend,
Form: Rhyme
They say blood is thicker
than water,
but I've found great souls
who can
go an extra mile for you;
people who even may
not be close to your
genetic pool!
As a Kenyan citizen,
I'm proud my country
has been
spared from the slogan
"a hotbed of terror",
after Obama's
and Pope's visit.
As a human,
I'm glad that I've fallen
and risen,
hurt and healed,
scorned and forgave.....
I'm slowly evolving
to a better human being....
Categories:
hotbed, celebration, change, identity, imagery,
Form: Free verse
Kenya A Hotbed Of Awes
Hahaha! Hahaha!
Do not get me wrong!
As they crave for the savoury outdoor success,
As they are mounted and motivated to hoist the flag of their motherland high,
They spread the indomitable terror to others,
They shake the mighty powerhouse,
That shows you that they are team Kenya,
Under the unification of their national anthem,
A hotbed of untamed talent,
A cradle of humankind,
The genesis of absolute history making,
It is the team Kenya, proud team Kenya.
See how records wobbles when it hears Kenya?
Witness how silverware, tries to shun away,
When they feel the long gaits spreading on tracks,
And mighty prowess shooting the spear, of goal orienting success,
Proud the team Kenya,
Open your eyes to see the seismic smiles,
To salute the flag Kenya on podium,
As the country joins the team to anthem the supremacy baked by her progenies,
You might awe it or not,
But she send her progeny to spread the terror,
Indeed Kenya is a hotbed of terror,
Am proud Kenyan, proud team Kenya
Categories:
hotbed, beautiful, celebration, celebrity, community,
Form: Classicism
Trying to get out of Manchester
To get back on the M6
During the fun called "rush hour"
Requires all your tools and tricks.
I start on the M61
Four lanes of hotbed frustration
Which lane am I supposed to be in ?
Oh yes, the one with least congestion.
But that just causes problems
Because you have stay in the right lane
Else you end up in Wigan
No good if you want to stay sane.
The truck on my left cuts in
And tries to go faster than me
Do I slow down or accelerate
But there's a fool on the right side of me.
I'm feeling sandwiched in
But then they all slow right down
Then a car cuts in ahead
Wearing the idiots crown.
I listen to the BBC Merseyside
They say traffic is all just fine
I'd hate to see a traffic jam
I'm going gray in my prime !.
The sat nav says 200 miles to go
I see the sign to Leeds
But can't see the white line
The rain makes it hard to see.
After I tough it out
I finally hit the M6
Finally the road back to Scotland
Leaves behind all my tools and tricks.
So if you are ever in Manchester
The city of culture and sport
Where both means the motor ways
Will ensure that you never are bored.
Categories:
hotbed, journey, life,
Form: Verse
when the glass bowl falls from the ceiling
And when the pillows can’t be cleaned
And when the sink can hold no more dishes
And when the posters cover the walls
And when the dirt becomes part of the wooden floor
And when the shower curtain rips and falls
And when the locks can’t keep the
Roaches
Fly-hungry spiders
And plenty of other unwelcomed guests
(who know they aren’t welcome)
Then
I will grab my smokes and descend the steps
Treading lower and lower for my head was in the clouds.
I will walk past that same building
a hotbed for middle-aged men who’ve lost their way.
And you will follow me to the subway
Follow me follow me follow me
Where the rain will fall in strands
And the sky will show no mercy.
I never had goals but my want for this proves otherwise.
And you will follow me as I try to push past and persevere.
And you will follow me up the stairs
Past the locks
Past the poster bearing walls
And into the kitchen
Where my head will be back in the clouds
Where I will smoke my last cigarette
and I will finally do the dishes.
Categories:
hotbed, angstme, me,
Form: I do not know?