Poetry for ChangeI'm a Canadian whose life has been interesting as I've lived in Developing countries and here. The contrast of law, order, and amenities available to us Canadians (which we take for granted, sometimes) to war torn civil wars is enormous. It leaves an influence upon the soul that cries out for justice. My poetry and writing reflect that and more.
Farther, frantic, frivolous, funny Arbitrary, amazing, amorous, angry Terrified, terrific, tutor, tumble, true Healing, hearty, heavenly, hotheaded Embrace, empower, enormous, encouraging
Rare, rowdy, resolute, resolved, remembered
All of these and more apply to a Father. A day a year is never enough to appreciate
All he does for his family. Sacrifice is his middle name,
Silent support is his first,
Power and strength are his last name,
A pillar of wisdom is his endgame.
People who feel a connection to their humanity,
I implore you to set aside learned cruelty,
Open your minds to others, brothers sisters,
In comparison and empathy reigning freely.
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Amazon link for my poetry book, Perfectly Flawed
Exert from my poetry book, Perfectly Flawed.
Outside, the sun is shining brightly, but within
The window, where the air is stale from fear of pain
Everyone seems to be hiding behind squares of glass
Letting life pass them by as their isolation presses
Down on their sanity, and cabin fever rises.
Time, the b-ch, that slips through any wisps,
Takes away your joyous loves
Of the wander that the present presents.
Exert from my poetry book, Perfectly Flawed
The summer sky’s shades are all vibrant, Going from baby blue to azure to royal blue
Changing on the whim of the weather that can’t
Decide which blue suits it utmost:
Dark and depressing, or cheery and frisky?
Mainly, all are moody and try you out for a test:
Of whether its moods become yours or do you heartily
Overcome the sky’s emotional breath?
Gazing dreamily into the sky’s constellations
On a summery night, fills your breast with
Wishes and desires that abound in intentions
Of freedom to roam among them, freeing your breath.
The Constellations’ Devine joy is in being constant,
True, and unwavering attestation to God’s will:
That surmises the need for unchanged candescent
Brilliance that brings hope and faith that spill from the quill.
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Unity needing solidarity, equality of sexes,
Races, and religious beliefs
Needs compromise, and setting of pride aside
Letting devotion to home, country, and family
Lift you above all that is petty.
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Exert from my poetry book, Perfectly Flawed. Available at ebook retailers, iTunes, kobo, Kindle, Googlebooks.com, Nook.com.
Also available in paperback and hardcover, FriesenPress.com, Amazon.com….
(Exert from the poem, Power to The People, PerfectlyFlawed (My eBook on Amazon, Nook, iTunes, and Google Books, as well as paperback and hardcover) by Malak klamoni Chehab)
To promote healthy relationships among family,
Friends, peers, colleagues, and everyone else who try
To help in the development of each individual
child’s character who needs everyone’s support
To feel safe to express his/her emotions
And beliefs freely without enduring oppositions
That are degrading, demeaning, or destructive.
The terror drives their heart beats into a drum
A drummer erasing your life and turning it into a bum.
Sirens, louder than your heart’s drum,
Blare out the need to evaluate the slum.
Run, run, run faster, faster still, jump
Into the bomb shelter for fear of being a lump
On the street, another cadaver hacked in a frump.
Blood stains the streets, cars, homes, and fields
That sustain the rebellion that fights oppressives.
In a vain attempt to eradicate the beliefs
I look around, children, women, elderly, youth,
All strewn like rag dolls, puppets on strings! Truth,
They are victims of unending war for territory of faith.
What a scam, lark, lie, brainwashing schemes,
Imposing your will on others!
Keep them weak, hungry, and hopeless,
As you stomp on their rights! Bleed them,
It’s the last foray into unknow, dread for them
Terrors testify that the drum itself is to be feared. For them
Is a way of life!
Well then, do something to end the strife!
That’s no way to live a life!
