Wrong words wobble On the train of peace, that hobbles Reaching its destination Later than usual, for the Devastation that needed to be overcome
Peppered the land in rubble Emptying the souls of victims of Armored hope that flies on Compromised wings that still Enter the sky’s vastness instilling
Dangerous hope for peace Arriving on its hobbled legs Yet still drowning away dessent.
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.
Malak Kalmoni. Chehab This is a superb and thought provoking poem, Malak, every fairy tale is a battle between good and evil. We often focus on the heroes and heroines, but as your poem wonderfully points out, there are villains to be considered: villagers who attack the Beast’s castle, an evil queen who Snow conquers with the help of her peers, the dwarfs. With Peter Pan you broaden your perspective; there are pirates who would force us to give in to fear, to grow up as we abandon flights of imagination. Your last stanza fantastically imagines a tale inspiring us with an appreciation of beauty. This is a fabulous idea!! I so hope you will write one. You’ve set my imagination ablaze trying to think what a tale like this might be. Congratulations on your structure here, your images and rhymes! Excellent poem!! By, Linda Powers O’Dell
I’m honored and humbled by your inspiring words. Thank you
Why Am I a Fairytale?
Who’s the villain in my fairytale? How do I identify the many who prey On the defenseless victims as play? A game of power that’ll flay?
If I were Belle, then the villagers Are villains who are traipse, conquerers Who impose their opinions, dominators Against the struggle to be unique, not subjugators.
If I were Snow White, peers would Be the plight I fight against that could Win against the rulers, powers that should Protect not project dissention and division.
If I were Peter Pan, then all those Who demand the destruction of imagination’s prose Are villains who superimpose The need for lambs not lions.
If I were a new fairytale My character would draw a tale Of impossible appreciation of beauty that never fail To send my senses into a new veil.
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 brilliant political passion piece! It would be awesome to hear you perform it. By, Tara Lucy Hicks
Malak Kalmoni. Chehab hello Malak… I pray we can find peace without the politics soon… great poem! By, Matt Elmore
Free Speech
Black cap and gown covering her Blue eyes and Golden spun hair, While the inspirational Statue of Liberty Dares to hold its hand, plainly
Trying to obstruct her from Speaking her mind, daring to come Forward with the truth to resound In media’s intifada while bound
In their thirst for FREE Speech As they’re jailed for taking things out of reach Of politicians suppressing truth As the people dying aren’t white, but are couth
In their protests, while the police Take away over two thousand in a thrice To reduce the Roar for justice That can never be returned to those advocating for peace.
Your time in office is running out Ye of powerful friends in high places, scurry in a bout Of flurried activities, hidden from sight, To better attain your objective: Money and Flight!
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 This is a powerful, important poem, Malak. Your use of parentheses drives home the equality of the genders in a wonderfully original and thoughtful way. When we think of how far we have to go, despite the evolution of the gender battles, it can be dispiriting. Your poem, however, is full of determination and faith in the strength of women. You point out their ability to complete “in all domains,” while unfairly struggling to be superb at both work and home. Your rhymes here (AABBCC….) are quite wonderful, as is your rhythm. Excellent poem! By Linda Powers O’Dell
Thank you for the wonderful accolade.
Who’s Wo(Man)
I’m a wo(man) of great potential But the (man) thought to keep her special Brand of strength hidden from neighbors As the wo(man’)s abilities grew like robbers Of the man’s by competing in all domains, Yet, still the wo(man) struggles and strains To balance home and work without Compromising either. Alas, it’s no wonder the bout Of battles of the genders has evolved, Now wo(man) can be either or, and devolved.
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 this is beautiful Malak. Love the end of the first stanza. That last line. Two three, a squeak. I can imagine a Bob marley butterfly now singing his song of freedom from that line hehe. Optimisms loyalty. What a lovely phrase. So true how we are wearing blindnes to social pressures. Bless. What a deep write indeed. We do live in a topsy turvy world of sadness and joy sometimes. Thank you for sharing. I appreciate you dear friend. 🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻☺️☺️☺️🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻 By Natasha Brown
Heart’s Dialogue
Oh heart! If you could speak What would you say? A beat, Two, three, a squeak,
A tweet, a butterfly’s wing Swings in soaring flight Letting the beats sing Their song of freedom, bright
Diurnal light shimmers In flight a beat of harmony Starting within, speakers Belt out optimism’s loyalty
To faith, Belief, humanity Wearing blinders to pressures, Social, career, imitators, honesty That seems to be researchers
Of one’s identity in a world Teaming with too much variety Of labels that grind and bind Our conformity into piety,
While the heart stomps Into a tamtrum of morality That doesn’t blend but clamps Its hold, trying to drown your honesty.
Let your heart speak It won’t steer you in directions That deepen the morass that’s bleak, Rather to happiness’ filled adulation.
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 Exquisite poem, Malak, despite the agony of heartbreak, our cries of the heart, the poet encourages us to always love again. You’ve created such beautiful, poignant images: hidden invisible wounds, the nightmare of memories, the “Eternal memories that reside/Under the golden heart.” Your original form is splendid. Sublime poem, Brava! By Linda Powers O’Dell
CRI DE COEUR
Cry out, howl your pain to the moon Relish the sound of a broken heart Invisible wounds hidden in the dark,
Dormir is where the insanity resides Enter the nightmare of memories
Covered in pink tinted cotton Overwhelming the broken heart with Eternal memories that reside Under the golden heart Ready to remind you to love again no matter the pain.
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.
Look, look upon the Azure blue sea It shines brilliantly of hope for all to see, No storms, battles, violent death mar Its crystalline shores with dismantled bodies, far From blemish free for purity, innocence
That need to flourish in childish Wonder, grow their curiosity without polish So their imagination is catapulted Into the stratosphere of flight, never endangered For war is a foreign concept without gore
They thrive on challenges galore That make a humongous score Into inventions, creations that never bore, Using them To improve life’s spore That’s harvested with gentle kindness of the core.
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.
Look, look upon the Azure blue sea It shines brilliantly of hope for all to see, No storms, battles, violent death mar Its crystalline shores with dismantled bodies, far From blemish free for purity, innocence
That need to flourish in childish Wonder, grow their curiosity without polish So their imagination is catapulted Into the stratosphere of flight, never endangered For war is a foreign concept without gore
They thrive on challenges galore That make a humongous score Into inventions, creations that never bore, Using them To improve life’s spore That’s harvested with gentle kindness of the core.
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.
