Herbert Butros Khaury
liked to play the ukelele
he always acted clueless
in falsetto gave us Tiptoe Through the Tulips
Categories:
falsetto, humorous,
Form: Clerihew
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 the way
to Kokomo --
Indiana, they do flow
then stream on to Mexico
How did you know...
(Grand Finale)
Ratchet up the fire
just one notch higher
I'll breathe my last
in the town of Dyer --
Indiana...
Categories:
falsetto, anger, rap, weather,
Form: Light Verse
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 high
and physical temptations are but a lie
as lives passing in the by and by.
Tell me a different story
where the imagination finds greater glory
embracing the dream as quarry,
reality here within the settling acceptance
of love and its rejection
finds no peace in its resting.
I loved you, I'm sure I do
but quick it fades when untrue
and the loneliness remains subdued.
Categories:
falsetto, love hurts,
Form: Rhyme
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 laying her legacy down
Would she learn to be good
As they all said she could
Her name to be someday renown
Convinced she would fail
Her confidence frail
She found it too hard to believe
Each time she would try
A small piece would die
Her whispering hopes left to grieve
Now burdened with fear
She deafens her ear
Silently making a choice
The poetess drowns
In falsetto crowns
Misgiven in finding her voice
-Jeannie Minor
Categories:
falsetto, fear, hope, poetess, poetry,
Form: Limerick
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 for this false hope,
my desire to amend,
To watch our world fall apart,
the loss of a life long friend.
Categories:
falsetto, political,
Form: Quatrain
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
Categories:
falsetto, life
Form: I do not know?