Herbert Butros Khaury
liked to play the ukelele
he always acted clueless
in falsetto gave us Tiptoe Through the Tulips
Categories:
ukelele, humorous,
Form: Clerihew
I HAVE EVERY THING.
I have a family,
The only member in it was me.
I have a partner in crime,
We both steal some time.
To beat the cancer and disease.
I have a partner in music,
We both played by the ears.
He played drum, guitar, then ukelele.
I played guitar, harmonica, then keyboard.
We read no music notes.
We both played piano.
I have a long lost dear friend,
I do not know how to make amend.
I have acquaintances,
We carry out the same performances.
I have a lover,
Who tried to be clever than me unnecessary.
I have a confession to make,
I still help you in secret ways.
I have an idea,
You turn all my theories into practices.
I have a dream,
A book full of my poems' stream.
I have an enemy,
That was me and me only.
I have last words to say,
I left you but my feelings continued to stay.
I have a dying wish,
I can compose one piece of music
Using my personal music language.
I have a secret,
Ssshhh!!!, I am not telling.
I have everything
Nothing is plenty enough for me.
Winter comes and it freezes.
It will leave and come back another year.
But the cancer and the incurable disease,
May come back and end our lives any time.
Categories:
ukelele, appreciation, dream, fate, life,
Form: Free verse
Into The Fire I Go to wield Jewels Out The Winepress
from Drudges to Diadems,
from Valleys of Darkness to Bethlehem
Upright, Scintillating like Shem in Jerusalem
Into Ethers of Brahma where the Sun Shines
Sublime, these Crowns and Feathers of Light
Blazing Dross out the Matrix to forge the Empyrean
and bring Heaven to Earth, to Illuminate like Atlanteans
Ever-Onward, Steadfast in Flight
to Smash the Veil and Crush the Crux of Night,
So Glorious, Star Bound I enter the Ethereal Stage
Vanquishing Ignorance while I play Ukelele
Golden Harps sound off as I Breach realms beyond the Wild Pendulum
Into The Fire I Go, The Eternal Serum
Categories:
ukelele, spiritual,
Form: Rhyme
ukelele ululating
ubiquitously undulating
underappreciated ultramodern
ultrasonic Ukrainian
Categories:
ukelele, character, tribute, word play,
Form: Alliteration
A robot who plays a wild ukulele
With abandon, she is wild and free
How much more enthusiastic can she be?
We love every inch of her playing, you see.
We give her a name – wild man.
She strums the beat in time as only she can.
We love this so much, she pleases us well.
A robot who plays a wild ukulele swell.
Categories:
ukelele, fantasy,
Form: Rhyme
I am unsure if there's some general word I am going for, but it best fits into the mix, and that would be, 'inspiration.' Having that said ... straight to the heart of the matter ... my mom.
Self-driven, accomplished, multi-talented, advocator of The Word, loving daughter, sister, cousin, wife, mother, aunty, grand and great-grandmother, and lastly, not a stranger to people kind of a person, more like, "Is she your mom!", kind of a people person, ... and kind too.
Her talents beyond The Word were in music. She plays any musical instrument, from a tambourine to an accordion, and the organ to the drums. Practically everything in between like a harmonica, but her ace was the ukelele and guitar.
She composed hundreds of songs, wrote all the lyrics and accompanying medleys.
Today, her compositions grace many churches in the country, besides Hawaii, since she traveled a lot being an Evangelical minister.
If it wasn't for poetry, I'd be a 60's year-old kid who never had a mom.
Categories:
ukelele, appreciation, beautiful, bible, inspiration,
Form: Free verse
*Image of Mom Playing at the Church by Family Photo
Pride of Place
Our matriarch, a great musician of sorts,
The piano, her centerpiece, she supports,
Coaching youthful kids even kids in shorts,
Performing at nights at resplendent resorts.
~0~ ~0~ ~0~
She taught the well-to-do to fund her trade,
Still, the piano, the cornerstone she made,
Training those destitute who hadn't paid,
My mom's piano she loved and played.
2022 January 29
*2nd Place*
Pride of Place
~~Julia Ward: Judged 2022 February 09
*Mom was a truly talented virtuoso on a guitar/rivaled Spanish strummers, ukelele and cello, drums, trumpet, flute, horn, tambourine, organ, and YES piano ... to name a few and composer of thousands of compositions.
Categories:
ukelele, mother, music,
Form: Monorhyme
Theres just something that i cant put words to
And it absolutely has to do with how i feel for you
When you look at me your eyes turn a different blue
If only you could see what i see if only you knew
Youre what keeps this parsite of a heart beating
And im hoping none of this needs any repeating
Because its hard to open myself up like this
The feeling is summed up in the way we kiss
And i could spend eternity staring into your eyes
Because its their rules that our growing love defies
Only seperation could ever bring about our demise
And im in love with our ritualistic heys and hi's
And i would tell you all this sooner than later
But i think id rather put it all down on paper
Ive tried to put it all into a song on my ukelele (haha)
But i pretty much missed the tiny mark completely
But i dont want to keep you here reading this for long
I think we all know that since im falling my will isnt strong
And just know ill eventually get it all out and write that song
Ill definitely tie in how next to eachother is where we belong
Categories:
ukelele, lovelove,
Form: Rhyme
to think of granddad is to relish memories
of summer days and nights in his farm by a creek,
near a hidden, rainbow-haloed waterfall.
there, before I learned to tie my shoelace,
he taught me how to fish, to catch crabs
and shrimps under mossy rocks,
and make a kite, fly it while astride a carabao,
whistle at the wind, coax it to lift higher,
nearer the clouds that jewel of my string;
taught me to play and sing with a ukelele,
to say age-old prayers at the darkening dusk,
and listen to ancestral poems at dawn.
at summer's end, our carefree whistling, jokes,
laughter, and hike to the station were enough,
for indeed, to walk with my granddad
... was to hear the dirt road laugh !
Categories:
ukelele, adventure, childhood, devotion, family,
Form: Tail-rhyme