Author: Malakkc

i'm a survivorof 2 civilwars, Ghana, Lebanon, all before the age of 11. The result was immigration to 3 continents as a teen, which leaves an influence upon the soul that cries out for justice. My poetry and writing reflect that and more.

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My Sunshine

Malak Kalmoni. Chehab

Such a tender and loving tribute — a mother’s sunshine truly shines through every word. ☀️ By, Dominique Ercela Albano


My Sunshine

“You are my sunshine, my only sunshine”
My sunshine is made of three babies,
Each special, each a different character, with cries
They grab a hold of hearts in their prime, that’s fine.

“You make me happy when skies are gray”
When I’m down, all I need is your smile,
Giggles, laughter that drown worries in a file
Closed as I let myself drift into imagination’s fray

“You’ll never know, dear, how much I love you”
Till you have a child to hold in arms that cradle
Love, compassion, joy, happiness, fear that ladle
In plain sight, in play gone astray as you flew

Out of my protective hold and broke
The skin in a scratch without match
For it bled red blood, only a trickle, but it hatch
A broken heart in me, for I failed to crack

A bone of mine in the protection of my baby, lay
On the ground crying that my sunshine
Isn’t happy, but will smile again in a fine
Rest as long as I hold her cradled and pray:

“Please don’t take my sunshine away
You make me happy when the skies are grey.”
©️ 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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Academic Excellence Award for the month of October poems

Thank you for the honor and your hard work.

Below is one of the poems that were included in the contest.

April Fools

April Fools swings into its dancing shoes,
Flaying its arms, trying to score its booze.
The cruelest month, where fools
Are nothing if not people who drools,

Knowing hope is coming in spools,
Where begging and hard-working tools
Are all that keeps our hopes in prose,
Where stories live in imagination’s grooves.

April brings rebirth whose stagnant stools
Revives dying nature in schools
Of vibrantly colored rainbows
Fit for kings, queens, peoples, and fools.

I have yet to encounter pools
Of people whose dislike of buffoons
Likens them to being perpetually on the snooze,
As awakening from winter’s fog only comes in boons.

The boon of life resurfacing as it coos
Its wonder to listeners that froze
Their development as ‘The Waste Land’ looks
Like it’s coming to a close, waking from its hooks.

Hooks that find wings of freedom
Away from chains, soaring until doom
Is nothing but a memory that croon
But flight is a better bloom.
©️ 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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Certificate of Appreciation for my poem, Run To, Away

Run to, Away

Fear, the insidious whisper,
Spoke loudly to steer
Me away from your bower
Only to find myself running to the tower
Of your love that never cower
When facing problems that lower
The strength of faith in our love, an enclosure
Where i am safe to fall apart in pleasure
Or fear, for your strength is the bower
Where i am myself without fear
Of Judgement, but encouragement of my lover.

©️ 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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Top 10 for my poem, Judging Bridges

Judging Bridges

Bridges of light soar in flight
To help humanity humbly unite,
Use the metaphorical bridge
As a means not to judge,

Rather its shear magnitude
Supports the dominion of change, an aptitude
For malleable, cognitive thinking
That erodes ingrained teaching.

Bridging the gap through
Understanding, compassion, is a clue
To true empathy that solidifies
Humanity’s unity’s.

Sharing comfort through technology’s
Virtual world, incorporating it as the sky’s
Reign over homes needing a covenant
For peace to win a dominant

Hand over violent destruction
Of war that destroys homes in a station
Where death reigns instead of life
In peaceful Harmony where there’s no strife.

©️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 and Review for my poem,  Of All the Masks We Wear

Malak Kalmoni. Chehab Fantastic poem, Malak, you’ve hit on an essential truth! We all have secrets, at least I don’t know anyone who doesn’t. Consequently, we develop strategies, masks to hide those secrets from others and from ourselves as well. You ask such important questions, e.g., how afraid are we of exposing ourselves, what harm does hiding do, how do we manage to conceal ourselves?  You suggest that although it takes time, we need to trust ourselves and others who reciprocate our trust. We can find a way to share more of who we are, which means we can get to know ourselves better. Simultaneously, you caution that we must be wary of those who would negate us, of the depraved who destroy humanity in their lust for power. Oh, the masks that sort wears! This is a superb poem, so deeply thoughtful and encouraging. To know ourselves is a lifelong project, but a most worthy and rewarding pursuit. Brava! By, Linda Powers O’Dell

I’m honored,  humbled by your words and thank you for the continuous inspiration to do better.

Of All the Masks we wear

The masks we wear help us hide
Those parts that are vulnerable
Until the fear of being hurt fade.
It secretes your emotions to keep away trouble.

How do you conceal who you are?
How many facets do you portray?
How bearable is life without it thus far?
How is the fear of being exposed flay?

Those answers are subjective and need
Time to elucidate the importance of trust
That is reciprocated and revered.
Balance your fear and your extrovert in a bust

That embodies fears, ambitions, and beliefs
That make it difficult to be a part of the streams.
Streams and trends imposing briefs
That you can’t achieve what they preach as they screams

For total erasure of self-identy
Replaced by their surrogate perspectives
They want to rule the world through depravity
That destroys humanity that endless gives.

©️ 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 and Review for my poem,  Pumpkin

Malak Kalmoni. Chehab  A riddle poem that provides the answer is like a delightful Thanksgiving gift! Malak, your descriptions are so heartwarming, they evoke beautiful memories of past celebrations. From a princess’ coach, to a scarecrow, to a pie shared by a joyful family, to a jack-o-lantern conjuring the scary fun of ghosties, you make the hearty, healthy pumpkin the hero of your poem. How elegantly you create these images! What a beautifully written tribute! By Linda Powers O’Dell

Thank you Linda for your encouraging words that inspire greater creativity.

Pumpkin

Who am I?
I’m orange, oblong, striped,
And used by Cinderella’s
Fairy godmother in a chariot
Fit for a princess!

Who am I?
I’m still orange, some yellow,
Others green and pear like,
I’m used with a scarecrow
To scare off birds and scavengers, kite
Like in their freedom to perch, alone.

Who am I?
I’m the perfect accoutrement
To Thanksgiving dinners with
Joy, appreciation, laughter that comment
On the importance of being together with our breath
Mingling with loved ones in a moment we treasure.

Who am I?
I’m the unsung hero of Thanksgiving
Used in sweet and savory dishes
Used as a lamp for decoration of living
Homes who create a world of grinches,
Monsters, ghosts, and gools for entertaining.

©️ 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,  Pride’s a Crime

Malak Kalmoni. Chehab Fantastic Sophocles quotation, Malak, the Greeks were deeply concerned with the sin of hubris. You characterize it wonderfully as being obsessed with one’s own self-importance that disregards the interests of others.  This offends nature and God who will humble the prideful. Those humbled may feel the painful bite of pride and may learn the lessons of humility. They may escape the withering of their souls and find an honorable way to wear a halo, a crown of enlightenment and appreciation for life and love. This is a profound and dramatic poem, richly textured with powerful images and intense thoughts. Superb writing! By, Linda Powers O’Dell

Pride’s a Crime

‘The only crime is pride’*1, when
When pride is the downfall, felled,
Felled by man, we see his decimation,
Decimation as he’s devoured by a hen,
Hen of sin and self-importance,
Importance that s/he ram down,
Down your throat,  never being humbled
Humbled by GOD, nature, intelligence,
Intelligence that buries his/hers down,
Down, in a sepulchred abyss, distressed,
Distressed, as it tries to reach a crown,
Crown of enlightenment embossed,
Embossed by a halo of humbled appreciation,
Appreciation that lays down the might,
Might of pride that has a bite,
Bite, that leaves scars of imperfectioned
Imperfectioned mutations blackening
Blackening the soul that withers,
Withers from the lack of love,
Love, appreciation, honor, that grow,
Grow into a radiant sun.

©️ Malak kalmoni chehab ©️
1.Sophocles, Antigone

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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Malak Kalmoni. Chehab An amazing, encouraging poem, Malak, wonderfully thoughtful and profound! Supposedly it takes 10,000 hours of practice to become really good at something. How reassuring it is to believe “abilities are transferable” and that one flight of excellence leads naturally to another. The racket sports are a fantastic case in point; they comprise a family of related skills that should inform each other in playing various racket games. Still, the techniques specific to each are impressive challenges to achieve. That said, the passing shot in all the racquet sports is a source of sublime confidence, a joy that can make one’s day as self-doubt is exiled. With success, one is prepared to win again playing all the games of life. This poem has an excellent form, four quatrains with a varying, creative rhyme scheme. Your images and rhythm are particularly effective as you logically develop your theme. I love how this poem not only looks authentically (I get the feeling you play tennis) and intensely at a group of sports, but also extends your insights to all the arenas of life. Fantastic poem, Brava!! By Linda Powers O’Dell

Racket Sports

From tennis, there’s squash, ping-pong
Badminton, now pickleball, paddle
All racquet sports with high intensity rattle
Where your strategy is what takes long

Hours to perfect alongside technique
That alters your muscle memory
For each individual sport that’s gory
If you mix and match the technique.

Yet, the beauty of playing the right
Passing shot lives in all, a feeling
Of supremacy that lights your flaying
Self-confidence, a boost that drowns the blight

Of self-doubt into an abyss that’s bright
For it engenders an acceptance
That your abilities are transferable, and once
You take note, your wins take flight.

©️ Malak kalmoni chehab ©️

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Accolade and Review for my poem,  Changing Light

Malak Kalmoni. Chehab Hello Malak, this poem is a superb portrayal of how oppressive darkness, both literal and figurative, can be. So many obstacles try to defeat our confidence and faith in ourselves, all that we are. Whispers of doubt try to drown out the voice of our positivity. The light of darkness is a blight. However, as you say, the darkness “vainly” tries to drown us. If we change the light cast by our perspectives, our courage and determination will be renewed. Thank you for sharing this powerfully written poem. The images and vocabulary are phenomenal, dramatic and intensely moving! By Linda Powers O’Dell

Thank you Linda,  your inspiring words keep my writing from stagnating.

Changing Light

The oppressive darkness is bogged
With obstacles trying vainly to drown out
Your confidence, faith, substance,  all locked
Under the insidious susurations, waves with clout
To swamp your positivity, and submerge
Your power with darkest blight requiring light to change.

©️ 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 Syren’s Serenade

Malak Kalmoni. Chehab Beautifully epic, Malak,  the serenades of the sirens resound throughout your splendid poem with stories of lost heroes and “outrageous quests.”  Your opening image of the sirens singing to the waves is exquisite; a symphony raving about a moonlit sky filled with stars is the perfect setting for the dramas you describe. Songs of dangerous traps, of terror and regret, survivor’s guilt, sagas of faith fighting despair, of gratitude for happiness, all call to sailors only wishing for the peace of home. For this they are willing to brave the fight. Perhaps following the syrens’ call to fight led them away from home in the first place. I love how you describe the content of the syrens’ songs.This makes your poem profoundly meaningful, and suggests the songs and stories we hear are the ones we tell ourselves, listen to and decide to believe and follow. Congratulations on this amazing, significant poem!! By Linda Powers O’Dell

The Syren’s Serenade

The syren serenades the waves
To a symphony of tunes that raves
About the moonlit sky filled with stars
Telling stories of outrageous quests

Some for saving loved ones as they traips
Into dangerous mountains, never fails
To entertain, garner emotional travails
Of terror, survival, guilt, regret for losses quails

The strength of faith, Belief in the quests,
Yet, they listen to the serenade of nights
Filled with wild sounds, crackling fires, that fights
The darkness of despair’s hold that blights

Happiness’ divinity that always gladdens
The soul in gratitude for the simple gardens
That grow In eternal darkness within heaven’s
Parade of scintillating beauties that never listens

To the cry of those sailors whose homes
Are all they wish for, for there peace comes
Within the arms of loved ones whose
Love, empathy bind them to the cause,

A cause whose tides rise in the night
But caress the shore In the fight
For taking a stand with humanity
Never resting till peace isn’t wishful thinking.

©️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