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Accolade and Review for my poem,  War

Malak Kalmoni. Chehab Great use of this form, Malak! Your inventory of humanity’s ills is shaped like a great weight bearing down on….Life. Superb how your first word is War which creates a north pole to life’s south. Around these connected extremes a myriad of troubles and suffering spins. Impressive poem!! By Linda Powers O’Dell

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                                 War
                         Terror, murder
                      Flow like oceans
           Struggling to survive mutilation
   Atmosphere of toxins spreading disease,
           Disasters hidden and shared
                     PTSD isn’t just
                      Trauma lived,
                               Life

©️ Malak kalmoni chehab ©️

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.

https://www.amazon.ca/Perfectly-Flawed-poetry-Malak-Kalmoni/dp/1525582518

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Accolade for my poem,  Field of Wild Flowers

Field of Wild Flowers


What are you thinking young
Lady? You flowy, strappy, flirtatious
Dress is designed for sensuous
Activity,  yet, here you are, alone, among

The throng of wild, colorful flowers
Framing your strength in fragility,
Yet, they grow without human intervention, happily
Bending to the whims of natures

As it storms or shines, they’ll always
Be waiting for your return to admire
Their simple needs grateful for the pyre
Of sunshine that peaks and sways

Into your hair, hands as you sit
On your picnic blanket waiting,
Admiring, grateful for solitude’s unfailing
Reset button that helps you stay set.


©️ Malak kalmoni chehab ©️

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.

https://www.amazon.ca/Perfectly-Flawed-poetry-Malak-Kalmoni/dp/1525582518

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Gold Award  for my poem, Humanities Nature

Thank you for the honor and your hard work.

Humanity’s Nature

Faerie light floats with the speed of light,
Light approaching the sculpted rocky arch
Arch where art is chiseled in a cascade of bright
Bright geometric forms that parch
Parch the soul that has lost malleability
Malleability to change, not shatter at the sheer,
Sheer steap drops, highs that spurt,
Spurt the bubbly spring water flowing,
Flowing, glittering in the red rays,
Rays filled with harmony deep,
Deep within it flows through trees,
Trees, bushes, a stone bridge,
Bridge that fills the gap between light,
Light and darkness,  good and evil,
Evil of selfish envy whose ego blows,
Blows out the balance within unity,
Unity that holds the folds of humanity,
Humanity Whose need for peace,
Peace is but a piece of mind that rest,
Rests and creates transient beauty,
Beauty that stuns into silence,
Silence where thought proceeds,
Proceeds to learn to feel the presence
Presence of haloed reverence in
In humanity’s nature.

©️ Malak kalmoni chehab ©️

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.

https://www.amazon.ca/Perfectly-Flawed-poetry-Malak-Kalmoni/dp/1525582518

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Review for my poem, The Sea

Malak Kalmoni. Chehab excellent!! Love the ‘displaying to humanities burrs’ line! The sea transfiguration into the imagery if bees resting in trees is masterful! 🫡🫡🫡👍👍👍🙏👏👏👏❤️🏴‍☠️ By, Zac Warden

The Sea

Colors, oh Colors of the sea
Dazzle my eyes to see

Your beauty’s blue hues
That impress our views

Of many blues: turquoise blues,
Greenish blue, yellowish browns, in special purviews

Where waves clamor to touch shore
In a uproar of rebellion against the sand floor

That speaks to capture its treasures
By displaying them to humanity’s burrs

As their speech, music, song, laughter
Only receed as the sun explodes in color

In a splendor of yellows, and reds
That blend into sparrows of reeds

Changing in harmony with the depth of
Fear that time ends with this falling night that’s enough.

I sit on wonderment on the seashore
In contemplation to be sure

That life’s bliss rises and falls,
Happiness comes in waves and balls,

While nature of the sea stays true,
Unchanging except for the seasons blue,

So enjoy the joy of the quiet balm breeze with
Compensation for a troden soul lifted to breathe

As Memories sway in the waves to freeze
In a captured picture to rest like bees in trees.
©️ Malak kalmoni chehab ©️

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Accolade and Review for my poem, Love

Malak Kalmoni. Chehab Thanks for introducing this intriguing new Hungarian poetic form, Malak. Clever use of assonance and consonance in the first three lines  that mirrors the lengthening lines, (hon, honey, hopeful,) and then throughout, (lone, loving, tough, lonely.) Excellent contrast of “loving” and “lonely” in a if-you-
have-to-make-a-choice scenario. By, Linda Powers O’Dell

APEVA
Love

Hon
Honey
Hopeful, lone
Loving is tough
Better than lonely


©️ Malak kalmoni chehab ©️

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Diamond Certificate for my poem,  Bouquet’s Journey

Thank you for the honor and your hard work.

Bouquet’s Journey

She stands in an ethereal
Ivory, off the shoulder, flowy
Silver dress, her golden tresses curly
Over her bare back, as her bouquet ball

Of peachy-white, highlited
By the green leaves in symmetry
With the forest that surrounds her body
As she stands on the wooden bridged

Crossing over an ocean of memory
Flowing like water, never boxed,
Contained, but freely bled
Its tears of trauma into the depth of the watery

Abyss, where, where trauma’s happiness
Is the brightest pearl, hidden, hidden
In the depths without succor, forgotten?
Never, never! Faced with success

In riding the rippling waves of distress
That congregate in a single drop
Of life saving H²O, quenching a pop
Of bubbly bursts, like stars that press

Their light over the fallen bouquet
With it falls memories
Of a life lived together, families
Grew learning the art of parfait.

©️ Malak kalmoni chehab ©️

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.

https://www.amazon.ca/Perfectly-Flawed-poetry-Malak-Kalmoni/dp/1525582518

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Outstanding Award for my collaborative poem, Memories, Memory

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Memories, Memory


Memories, memories of childhood
Long gone, come back, come
Let’s play a song, a game,
Let innocence flow like a flood

Throw, throw away taught stereotypes,
Enjoy the games with all blood
Types, mixed races, all are kids who prod
One another regardless of religious hypes.

Oh to be so free as a child’s kite
No cares about evil, pedophile,
Predators, child abusers, all file
Into a chest locked away in a fight

To stay bright with joy, unmindfull
Of obstructions to laughter’s song
That glides into deadened hearts long
For beauty to brighten the awful

Despair of a dutiful social being
Whose memories of childhood
Spring with cheer, geer, games bold
In their actions for social strictures having

Not been forged, so pushing borders
Is the name of the greatest game
Of childhood’s frame
Where laughter, fun are all starters.
©️ Malak kalmoni chehab
Canada

Childhood memories shine like golden daffodils
Innocence shines under the sun’s warmth
Where bees play hide and seek
Amongst gay, laughter and cheerfulness

Children are like free kites
Where in clouds they smile
Their swings take them to high sky
Teach them to fly like a bird

Memories of childhood are like coloured rainbow
Where each colour belongs to each memory
Reflecting a soothing effect
Like dew drops at dawn on each branch

Memories reflect fear of ghosts and demons
Heart full of fear and anxieties at darkness
Joy, happiness, jovial harmony at each festivity
When vivid colourful threads bring us together

Childhood carelessness has faded away soon
From reality it has just come to a memory
Only we can enjoy its residue
The residue that will inspire us till death

The most precious time is childhood itself
The most worthy is its characteristic, innocence
Where guile never can interrupt
Where God can reside alone

©️®️ Debashrita Basu

India

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.

https://www.amazon.ca/Perfectly-Flawed-poetry-Malak-Kalmoni/dp/1525582518

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Accolade and Review for my poem,  Love

Malak Kalmoni. Chehab Thanks for introducing this intriguing new Hungarian poetic form, Malak. Clever use of assonance and consonance in the first three lines  that mirrors the lengthening lines, (hon, honey, hopeful,) and then throughout, (lone, loving, tough, lonely.) Excellent contrast of “loving” and “lonely” in a if-you-
have-to-make-a-choice scenario. By Linda Powers O’Dell

APEVA
Love

Hon
Honey
Hopeful, lone
Loving is tough
Better than lonely.


©️ Malak kalmoni chehab ©️

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.

https://www.amazon.ca/Perfectly-Flawed-poetry-Malak-Kalmoni/dp/1525582518

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Award of Appreciation for my poem,  Lose not End

Thank you for the honor and your hard work.

Lose not End

To lose or not to lose,
That is the question that’s not a ruse.

Failing to achieve your goals
Can be a piercing knife to souls

That fall into depression if their
Goals are delayed or failed, their flair

Is indomitable in its will to overcome obstacles
That bend your will, but it’s never broken or stills.

Your fight isn’t external, community, rank,
No, it’s within, a fight to be better, never a skank

Who is derogatory to those weaker,
More vulnerable than you. Be braver

An instigator of change that starts
With accepting that failures are not sins,

But rather a new beginning
To achieve a new ending.

©️ Malak kalmoni chehab ©️

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.

https://www.amazon.ca/Perfectly-Flawed-poetry-Malak-Kalmoni/dp/1525582518

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Review for my poem, Teita

Malak Kalmoni. Chehab wow wow wow this is absolutely beautiful. Thank you so much for sharing Malak. A grandmother’s unconditional love. I will think of this everything my granny cuddles her great granddaughter on her knee. Thank you. Beautiful. 🙏🏻😊😊🙏🏻 By Natasha Brown

Fantastic. Every word is perfectly placed. Thank you for sharing! Shalom. By, Patrick Darnell

Teita¹

Grandmère, grandma, teita
Nonna, abuelita, babushka,

She sits cradling the baby
In her frail strong arms, her
Arthritic fingers clutching the cover
Swaddling the child, she croons softly

As not To wake the slumbering
Babe in arms filled with love
As white as a dove, she dove
Into her role of grandma longing

For the lost stamina of youth
When she was able to run,
Hop, bicycle for longer fun,
Now she waits on the babe’s breath

With bated breath for a wink,
A squeeze Of her hand,
A snuggle of velvety skin that band
Around a slightly bald head, to her, a blink

And she’d miss all the milestones
Of the growing babe, for her waining
Health struggles with each puffing
Breath to stay another day she owns

With a miraculous innocence
Of pure unadulterated love
That would be lost if the cove
Swallowed teita in the abyss of time’s pace

That’s like lightning when there’s
Joy, laughter,  and love to be shared.

©️Malak kalmoni chehab ©️
¹. Teita, Nonna, abualita, babushka, Grandmère
all mean grandmother

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.

https://www.amazon.ca/Perfectly-Flawed-poetry-Malak-Kalmoni/dp/1525582518