‘To Time’ is a poem from book, Perfectly Flawed poetry for change, it’s th second certificate I’m awarded for this poem. The book is available on all eplatforms, including Amazon.com. The drawings in the book are done by me and represent the theme in some of the poems in the book.
If you could make your pet understand one thing, what would it be?
Rules and discipline are for Sly, our GSD, like candy is to be eaten. He chews out the rules, trying to break them by being cute, cuddly, and loving. When he’s like that, I forget to enforce the rules!
Poetess of book, Perfectly Flawed poetry for change, that’s available on all eplatforms, including Amazon.com.
Write about your first name: its meaning, significance, etymology, etc.
My first name is Malāk, in Arabic, it means angel. There are several variations to the name, Malika means queen, while Malek means king. Malak, with a short second a, is also a female name, meaning owner.
Malak- Accrostic
Marvelously mysterious
Amazingly amorous,
Lovingly, loyally laborious,
Ably available, rarely angry,
Knit kids and knock kings down to become kingly.
Poetess of book, Perfectly Flawed poetry for change, available on all eplatforms, including Amazon.com
A good leader needs to be selfless while making decisions for the benefit of others, his subordinates, or the people he’s responsible for. Leaders have the ability to take responsibility for the decisions they make, even baring the brunt of both negative and positive consequences of their actions. They are also compassionate but disciplined, give and take when necessary, and understand within limits of professionalism.
Unfortunately, today’s political leaders fall short of these qualities, as they think in terms of their own power: political and financial.
My poetry book, Perfectly Flawed poetry for change, is available on all eplatforms, including Amazon.com
Life’s dreams of roses and colored glasses Have been assassinated by explosions, Devastation, destruction of homes and gardens, Where flowers and innocence grew. In their place, fog, smog, smoke spew Chocking breaths and arrest hearts that drew Their last drummer’s beat and fell in death’s pew. When will their year of restitution Come to being a realization? When will they experience the exhiliration Of being free without groveling? When will their neighborhoods be overflowing, Rehousing them, others, a community not governing?
Patience, faith, and unity will invariably Win the fray always knowing the end is ‘liberty’ While social development soars accordingly.