The Microphone. A Dedication to Sakshi Davessar
Some great Souls in poetry
My elegant Conduit, you so eloquently,
Pitch your sweet tone while traversing the atmosphere,
Enlivening and nourishing the Hearts of all.
Thy omnidirectional acoustic waves,
Resonate our words of magic,
And like the sanguine hue rushing though our bodies,
So too, they dance lovingly in our core,
Enthralling us in rapt attention.
O Voice, how I wish to garland you with featured poets,
Slams par excellence and spirited speeches!
Your articulate capsule, modulating the
Delightful frequency of our ambience,
Acoustically augments our sweet vibrations
To all enthusiasts, here at this blessed Poetry Unplugged.
Cute Conduit, you are a lovers’ intonation telephony,
Enhancing the fluency of the spoken word,
Amplifying its charmed expressiveness,
Way into the magnificence of the Soul.
Elegance and Style
O Lantern Carrier, please accept my pranams,
For your most gracious words.
True, a Me tuned to distinction, borders on the sublime!
I add Grace, panache and finesse,
To all those who epitomise the way of diction.
I serve the weavers of enunciation; the romantics, the dramatics …
But especially love the dark Knights,
With soppy sojourns to convey.
But Lantern, when troubled by sensitivity and impedance,
I can be so revolting as to embarrass myself,
That the virgin hopefuls quake, revealing their blushes;
Most certainly not enamoured by my dire difficulties.
O Lantern, I especially love the serene, soft-spoken angels,
For, like a running river, I add zest and vibrancy to their moods;
Mellifluous tones to their tongues, so much so,
That even dreamers and lovers in dark corners,
Come out of their self-styled reverie.
Rumi on Love
O Voice, how I miss you when you’re not here.
It is then that I long to caress your charming silhouette,
Dance in your reflection – A paragon of all that’s noble,
And sparkles with the radiance of the Light.
O my welcome Saviour, soar with me, like the eagle.
Let your cadences work their magical symphonies,
Casting a spell of laughter and delight in every face.
Let me be drunk with your rhapsody, swaying; bobbing
And weaving into the Spirit of every man, woman and teenager,
Here at Poetry Café.
Come! Let me embrace you,
my lover, my darling, my Microphone.
_11th December, 2015. ©Copyrighted and written by the Lantern Carrier.
~ Awakening The Inner Light ~
Seeing the beauty in all things
Some beautiful things. What's Yours? Choose one
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