Gypsy Michal


My Gypsy Michal is Michal Elia Kamal — watch her perform below… Wow!

 

Gypsy michal plays percussion
michal loves to sing and play percussion

when michal lays hands to djembe hide
women have wept — grown men have cried

there is such fire in michal’s stroke
she turns their longing heart to smoke

when the djembe thunders and michal belts
imaginations swoon — heart strings melt

her body twists like a cobra snake
she stirs your passions wide awake

gypsy michal plays hot percussion
stone cold truth — ain’t no discussion

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rob kistner © 2022

More poetry at: Sunday Muse

 

I love this performance, and it’s a street busk, makes it even cooler — just AMAZING!
Man, you wanna talk about soul — WOW! Absolutely transcendent.

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26 thoughts on “Gypsy Michal”

  1. Rob, there are those who say there is no self, only our masks — the ones we wear for others and use to fool ourselves. Gypsy Polly isn’t concerned with any of that as long as she is making her music. I enjoyed the way you put your poem together.

    1. Thank you JYP! I wrote lyrics for my bands a number of years. My poetry often follows rhythms. I hope you took the time to scroll down and watched Michal perform — mesmerizing, hypnotic, just incredible… I’m in love… 🙂

    1. Thank you Keith! Michal is a helluva strong talented — and beautiful women. The strength to break away from Iran, and speak and be her own mind, Amazing! I am in love.

  2. So many lines to love in this wonderful piece. I especially love this one “there is such fire in michal’s stroke she turns their longing heart to smoke”. Gorgeous writing as always

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