What do you do when the page Is a ghost of unwritten words, Feelings bottled up and unheards? Where do you find the courage
To speak up, letting out disillusion, Frustration turning into a volcano, hidden Under a mask of white perfection, forgotten That it enshrouds your reaction
Perfectly concealing beliefs, feelings That are a burden, unsharable For the blank page is a noose, unforgettable Pressure to perform according to norms followings
Of a spew of remarkable expressions, A river of lava that turns into fire All it touches, for its only foe is the dire Need to express those doubts that bog you in suspicion.
My poetry book, Perfectly Flawed poetry for change, is available on all eplatforms including Amazon. It was on the finalist list for the Canadian Book Club Awards 2023.
Mom, mother, Mami, marvelous mediator Overly compassionate, loving, and True to her calling: nurturer, teacher, Healer, holds your comfort in her palm Envy all who have a mother like her Resonating in empowering her child ‘Supplicating GOD for guidance
Daily to be a better mom, hoping not to Ascend into heaven before ascertaining Your happiness at the expense Of her health.
Malak Kalmoni. Chehab Excellent use of hypophora, Malak! You use profound questions to focus attention on the nature of home and the uncertainty of the future. Your amazing and touching personal narrative is so poignant and adds great beauty to this poem. Your deep experience justifies your admonition, “Embrace the joy you’re given,/For tomorrow may bring hell or heaven.” Superb poem!! By Linda Powers O’Dell
Home?
Where is home? What is home?
These questions circle Ceaselessly and kindle
The quest for answers for: Where and what is home for?
I’ve immigrated to three Continents searching for thee.
Why do you hide from me? Why do you flee and oblige me
To search you out in lands gone mad? How is that fair on a child who feels bad?
From the tropics, to the Mediterranean, To North America, in search of what you mean.
The child in me Misses the simplicity of love,
Laughter that is innate, But shaken with wars and fate,
That take away all joy and faith In a moment of stolen breath.
Embrace the joy you’re given, For tomorrow may bring hell or heaven.
My poetry book, Perfectly Flawed poetry for change, is available on all eplatforms including Amazon. It was on the finalist list for the Canadian Book Club Awards 2023.
My poetry book, Perfectly Flawed poetry for change, is available on all eplatforms including Amazon. It was on the finalist list for the Canadian Book Club Awards 2023.
Mom, mother, Mami, marvelous mediator Overly compassionate, loving, and True to her calling: nurturer, teacher, Healer, holds your comfort in her palm Envy all who have a mother like her Resonating in empowering her child ‘Supplicating GOD for guidance
Daily to be a better mom, hoping not to Ascend into heaven before ascertaining Your happiness at the expense Of her health.
My poetry book, Perfectly Flawed poetry for change, is available on all eplatforms including Amazon. It was on the finalist list for the Canadian Book Club Awards 2023.
As the rhythms and rhymes coalesce Into a scintillating verse in singsong of fierce Flame that add alliteration, allusion, in force Of short spurts of words whose meaning will pierce The heart with its metaphor, repetition, That stress the value of the description
While poor prose uses some fancy Word position to turn words into fantasy, But they lack the harmony Of simplicity and greater interpretation As the reader of the poem has his vision As well as the poets meld into their imagination
That continuously changes with The reader, context, and their amalgamation.
My poetry book, Perfectly Flawed poetry for change, is available on all eplatforms including Amazon. It was on the finalist list for the Canadian Book Club Awards 2023.
Astounding colors painting the sky Under twilight’s light, breathtaking Roar of imagination’s vibrations written On the horizon with a painter’s precision Rearing up for another spectacular vision Awe inspiring in its hopeful beauty.
My poetry book, Perfectly Flawed poetry for change, is available on all eplatforms including Amazon. It was on the finalist list for the Canadian Book Club Awards 2023.
Hand in hand they stroll along the shore Sandy footprints dissappear as swiftly As they’re made, as their hands swing Freely under the warm daylight, sunny
Ritulant rays caressing the fleeting time That becomes nothing but memory Imprinted on her heart, heavy crime Of loss’ grime, leaving a residue of a ghostly
Chime of forgotten laughter, Cuddles on scratchy sand that lingers Longer than loss’ clam, whose wonder In living without her partners’
Support, that she’s not a fan. She gazes into the horizon Waiting for a sign of rejoining the pan That simmered with their love, not a poison
That could separate their camaraderie, Understanding both weaknesses And strengths that made the family An unbreakable unit whose support suppresses
Stresses and anxieties built In society to promote division Of familial bonds so that compassion Is lost, replaced by materialism and guilt.
My poetry book, Perfectly Flawed poetry for change, is available on all eplatforms including Amazon. It was on the finalist list for the Canadian Book Club Awards 2023.
Butterfly, butterfly fly around white, White, orange reaching out to fly, Fly on angel wings like the butterfly, Butterfly of varied hues give the kiss Kiss of pollination in spring, Spring as life rejuvenates in a painter’s Painter’s palette, whose colors Colors fall short of the Creator’s creations.
My poetry book, Perfectly Flawed poetry for change, is available on all eplatforms including Amazon. It was on the finalist list for the Canadian Book Club Awards 2023.
Malak Kalmoni. Chehab Your descriptions of autumn are glorious, Malak! Comparing the fallen leaves to a lion’s mane is brilliant, especially as you connect them with fallen glory. Then you extend your metaphor to humans: it takes courage, the heart of a lion, to drop our pretenses and show our true selves, vulnerable though they may be. Surviving the freeze of winter our spirits gallop toward renewal, all the joys of rebirth. Wonderful structure, rhythm and rhymes! Marvelous poem!! I didn’t know about lion’s mane, both the orange flowering plant and the mushroom that grows on trees, such an amazing thing! By, Linda Powers O’Dell
Lamb’s Flourish
As the colors of fall turn into reds, Yellows, burnished greens, browns, That scatter the ground in their lion’s Mane, their fallen glory, sad domains
Where it takes the heart of a lion To shed your colorful dress of a parroting wren, Exposing your vulnerability, a lamb in a pen, Waiting for nature’s freeze to be a hen
That protects her chicks from the cold Breeze stirring death in a breath, bold Stealth to hand over death to the unsuspecting old Bones, trunks, plants, whose hold
On life is precarious, but chance’s Regalia leads the weak into a prance’s Gallop towards spring, burgeoning lances Of beauty, strength, flowing stealing glances
At the reappearing hues of greens Enshrining nature with a depth that preens With its glory of colors, resounding in ferns Hanging onto trees, like burrs, never spurns
The life flowing through vains Flooding feelings of powerful cranes Spreading through the undergrowth in pains Of rebirth’s splendor and grains.
Let the lion’s mane flourish On the grounds, never selfish In sharing its beauty, that’ll never perish As long as you believe in the glow of the parish.
My poetry book, Perfectly Flawed poetry for change, is available on all eplatforms including Amazon. It was on the finalist list for the Canadian Book Club Awards 2023.
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