Falsetto Poems - Poems about Falsetto

Herbert Butros Khaury liked to play the ukelele he always acted clueless in falsetto gave us Tiptoe Through the Tulips ...

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It's not the heat It's the humidity that makes me sweat and want to scree m-at any fool who approaches me It clings to my shirt and my underpants Colossal red fire ants (Pause) inciting me to rap and rant in polysyllabic barnyard chants I let cuss words go in falsetto all...

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How deeply sung the inspired remnants of the poet's fire, the well being of love desired. A bevy of words fraught rising from the embers more distraught love lessons untaught. in the burning bleed of the aching heart set deep in the feelings of emotional start never to be expressed too smart. The flames rise whipping the infatuated...

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It was during a time Of a mountainous climb With nothing for certain in sight The battles she fought Conflicted her thought And soon she was given to write Like flowering vines She played with the lines Arranging the words on the page She started to see Her soul was set free A bird being let from a cage Her thoughts she would write With visions in sight Of...

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A FRACTION PHRASED IN FALSETTO In the time it takes for a woman to whisper goodbye Between dry eyes and eyes that cry For the time it takes that lady to bat her eye with lashes long That’s the exact extent of time I spent as her song In actuality I became her symphony Each note made me float Each beat bequeathed...

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I can see the false hope and doom, the hissing in the breath, Sorrowful, baleful emotionless, every word reeks of death. The masses that follow blinded now, forever will they weep, Appointing a puppet of false hope, The rage and anger we reap. Anger fills the glasses full, confusion fills the mind, My heart now torn, as a tattered flag, doom for all mankind. To settle now...

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I was one of the baby boomers And we were raised differently The subsequent generations Have developed much more selfishly They are the falsetto generations Because they always go me me me...

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