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.
Our bleeding, broken hearts of clay And blood bleed profusely in a cup Overflowing with torments of war that sup On hope’s depression that hangs in a bay
Turned blood red in a husk of hay, Dried up hope that can’t stay alive In a world that seems to have forgotten to strive For peace, for their compassion is blown astray.
HIS palms safeguard the pieces of hearts Pulverized by visions of deadly murder On screens that bring screams of mother, Father, children in horrific suspension as parts
Are blown to smithereens and only identifying Thing is the ink on limbs carrying names Of children in black, that gets erased as flames From explosions erode any ink stains remaining
On skin that deliquesces from being scorched By burning flames that flutter over Corpses, gas that dematerialize any cover With its combustible matter, a deflagrated
Hideous serpent that swallows everything In its path and ignites into a colorful, reddish blaze That only receeds upon engulfing the craze Of all that is in its path, turning it to a Phoenix rising from ash.
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.
We’re being bombarded, daily, By subliminal messages, hourly, Whispers of drugs, violence, alcoholics’ enduced hazes, minutely, Incorporated in ALL media, compulsively.
Resistance is Futile …
Words, sounds, images coalesce Into an indoctrinated presence That’s insidious in its convergence Into your mind, creating a blinding trace
For behaviors that are incongruent With ‘our’ Ideals of humanity, that are esculent By mediocrity of addiction becoming permanent, As our dependence skyrockets into exponent …
‘Resitance is Futile’ …
As our struggles persist, our Vision, imagination, purveyor Of our strength of cohesion, flutter Into a bud that flourishes in power.
As ‘Resistance is Futile’,
Our obstacles remain tangible, Yet, clearly, unattainable. The need to strive to be corrigible Is embedded in our DNA, for hope is always tenable.
Thus: ‘Resitance is (Not) Futile.’
*1. Star Treck, the Borgh, a a cyborg entity trying to Conquer worlds, says this to Captain Pickard when they wish to invade earth.
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 Vikas Arora My warmest greetings!
Yes! The collaborative poem connects with the theme of light and shadow. Analysis of the Poem The poem directly addresses the theme of light and shadow both literally and figuratively. It uses the contrast to explore concepts like creation, balance, emotion, and human nature. Here is a breakdown of how the poem connects to the theme: Creation and Balance: The first stanza uses the “shadows” as the origin of creation, with beauty being born “into light.” This sets up the idea that light and dark aren’t just opposites, but are intertwined and necessary for a balanced whole. Metaphor for Emotions: The poem extends the metaphor to human experience, comparing “pathos” (suffering, emotion) and “richness of soul” to opposing sides of a coin. This parallels the relationship between light and shadow, suggesting that both are essential parts of our inner world. Literal and Figurative Light Sources: The poem mentions the sun and moon as literal sources of light and shadow, but also gives them metaphorical roles. The sun’s “ablutions” and the moon’s “passions” are presented as forces that “coincide in stabilizing” the world. This reinforces the idea of balance between contrasting elements. The Unavoidable Shadow: The second poem brings in the personal, unavoidable nature of a shadow. The line, “Wherever you may go your shadow stays with you,” emphasizes that our “shadow” or darker side is an intrinsic part of us, a constant companion. This suggests that we cannot escape the duality of light and dark within ourselves. The poem consistently uses the duality of light and shadow to represent other opposing concepts like chaos and order, emotion and soul, and the divine and the mundane. The recurring idea is that these forces are not meant to be separated but exist in a state of interdependence, contributing to a harmonious or “mellow” whole.
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Thank you for the honor and your hard work.
Collaborative poem Malak Kalmoni Chehab & Drvikas Arora Canada India Theme: Light and shadow
Within the shadows, creation came from chaos A reign out of which beauty was born Into light, where balance isn’t a horn That divides but embraces the two sides, pathos
And richness of soul, are opposing Sides of the same coin of emotions, Equipoised similarly to sun’s ablutions And the moon’s passions coincide in stabilizing
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.
Marvelous melancholy meandeers Eternally in darkness, entering eagerly Leading a life leery of lies letting your Armor augment your auspicious audacity Needing the support of friends, family, Creating a buffer to melancholy’s Hold on emotions that lend a hand to Overcoming despair’s grip from Loss’s leveling your blubbery heart, Yielding to an overflow of emotions, needing a cap.
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.
Wars have always been about expansion, Glorifying the ‘self’, stealing resources, Empowering through the subjugation Of the ‘other’ by binary opposition that courses Through blood, and ‘elevates’ their superiority to deity.
From the Silk Road, to the Spice Road, To the Swez Canal, White Sea, Ben Gurion, All show the need for exclusivity for the broad Perception of ‘Civilizing’. What a crock gone Down the clock into eternal sleep. Happy.
For each critical endeavor, conquest, Women rally the people, organize, Fight, rebel, strive to keep morale, at best, Alive within the hearts of people to strategize Survival and the compulsion to resist oppression.
As the flowers bloom, so does the woman’s Need to resist being lumped in a category That she knows she doesn’t belongs To, but rather asserts her judicial equality In a society that’s still a patriarchy.
Her freedom, imposed by GOD, Is taken away by men of power Who fear her rejuvenating strength that plod Without thought to health or happiness, yet a teacher Of infinite power that blends, supports, those weaker.
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.
All art is a view of life perceived Through the eye of the artist who Interprets his emotional response through The media of art he drew and traveled Into his world of choice where illusion, Pink tinted glasses, or blackened ones, are a division
Only the artist can create within the piece Of art that he sees in his mind’s eye, Reproduces it, and there’s always the fly That’s never as exact as the vision, a place
Where flexibility, imagination run rampant But can be recreated perfectly, So the artist’s interpretation of life’s study Is always in perfidy that’s recalcitrant.
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.
HIS palm holds our world in balance Where chaos and order reign supreme, Supreme storms, floods, Famine whose Supreme effects on mankind manifest, Manifest destruction of balance, Manifest evil’s depravity winning, Winning the race of immoral choices, Winning the Nobel Prize for lies, Lies that people use to manipulate, Lies that use to demean self, Self that wonders, confused as to their identity, Self where Ego’s Vanity needs its fans, Fans that blow winds and storms, Fans that fan fires from thunder storm, Storm of nature whose advant crows Its anger, Storm within, a fight over morals and envy, Envy for what others have, Envy that drives a wedge between family Family that falters as faith falls, Family that stands by you when all fails, Fails to survive the storm, Fails to believe and overcome the storm.
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.
Of all the social masks I wear, My favorite is that of the clown. It’s cheery colors hide the circles under My eyes, the blood red cheeks are a gown
For covering blotchy skin from bouts Of crying concealed in my lonely room, Where the walls are party to the clouts Of invisible pressures well sheathed in a bloom
Of colors, passionate deadly red, That’s double edged in giving me My highs and lows, happy and sad, While white’s my hope for peace that came
In the relatively darkened home, Knocked lightly, politely asking permission For entry. It entreats me To join the calm within the raven compassion
Of a heart needing an outlet to its Pent up frustrations, disillusionments, Disappointments, and loss’s gots Its hold on the vice of hate’s
Antonym requiring a face lifted Into a mask of joy pierced by the gift Of faith, love, and will to be lightened By their brilliance overcoming the dead lift.
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.
Of all the social masks I wear, My favorite is that of the clown. It’s cheery colors hide the circles under My eyes, the blood red cheeks are a gown
For covering blotchy skin from bouts Of crying concealed in my lonely room, Where the walls are party to the clouts Of invisible pressures well sheathed in a bloom
Of colors, passionate deadly red, That’s double edged in giving me My highs and lows, happy and sad, While white’s my hope for peace that came
In the relatively darkened home, Knocked lightly, politely asking permission For entry. It entreats me To join the calm within the raven compassion
Of a heart needing an outlet to its Pent up frustrations, disillusionments, Disappointments, and loss’s gots Its hold on the vice of hate’s
Antonym requiring a face lifted Into a mask of joy pierced by the gift Of faith, love, and will to be lightened By their brilliance overcoming the dead lift.
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.
Always elegantly made up Leaving nothing behind, she Lures he prey by being alluring Unless she’s stopped from her routine Regaling her audience with masks Improving or destroying her given gifts Never showing her darker side, knowing Guys prefer fun mystery, but not difficulties.
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.
Poetry for Change 