Poetry for Change
Deeply honored by this certificate and accolade for my poetic writing. It encourages me to develop my skills, hone them, and vary my poetic forms.
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
Deeply honored by this certificate and accolade for my poetic writing. It encourages me to develop my skills, hone them, and vary my poetic forms.
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
Malak Kalmoni. Chehab Almost every line enjambed, lovely consistent rhyme scheme, profound themes, excellent, Malak! This powerful poem speaks so authentically of the historical struggles you reference. How long must the fight against tyranny go on? I love the ironic contrast of the last line, the cycles of shifting power never change. Perhaps we should just tend our gardens. Superb poem!! By, Linda Powers O’Dell
Thank you for the honor and your hard work.
Fiery Wall
The wall finally fell in a fiery
Spell when the sorcerer’s blurry
Vision couldn’t allow for it to stand,
Dividing people through the hand
Of varying shades, races whose
Humanity never fades or cease
The opportunities to rebel
Against the status quo, like the bell
That hides reality in its stout shape,
Ringing loudly to oppress, gape
At dissidents who wish to be seen,
Accepted, not belittled, hated, a screen
Placed to limit their perception
To force the acceptance of perdition
While the authorities using an iron fist,
Stronger than iron, lighter than carbon, a beast
That needs to feel their power
Propagating, never stagnant, rather
Reigning in tyranny, calculating
Loss as as number, inhuman, weakling,
Unknowing that as they cast
Their spell for power, another will fast
Approach, create a coup, found freedom
In an area filled with boredom.
©️ 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
Malak Kalmoni. Chehab Wow, Malak, you really got to my heart with this powerful poem! All the repeated sounds of war are so evocative, calling up frightful images. I can’t help but think of Gaza, recent example of this terrible fear and destruction. So sad, so horrifying. Amazing images, fantastic poem! Bravo!! By, Linda Powers O’Dell
Sounds of War
Drum, drum, drum,
Drum the stoned bun,
Turn it around and run.
Drum, drum, drum,
The hum of whizzing stones
Drop like bombs on bones.
Crunch, crunch, crunch,
Rush to flee debris from a thump
That hits the head, and you’re dead! No pomp!
Stomp, stomp, stomp,
On the stoned cement
Fallen from bombardment ..
Cave, cave, cave,
Under the hopelessly inhumane
Conditions of decayed bodies, pain …
Rotting, rotting, rotting
Away in the streets, floors underground
With walls, furniture burying you, never found …
Slowly, slowly, slowly,
Killing you with death around you,
Within you, captivating you in its horror’s view.
Boom, boom, boom,
The shaking, quaking resulting
In fear spreading like bird songs floating …
Wheezing, wheezing, wheezing,
Trying to breathe under the rubble
Is like being buried alive in moving sands in a cuddle.
©️ 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
Thank you for the honor and your hard work. I always wait impatiently for your comments. Thank you
CHIAROSCURO
Chained light,
Heavenly bright
Incessant shadow, don’t
Avert the radiance of justce
Reflecting right’s light
Offering hope when despair is
Somewhat easier to drown in, while
Courage to fight the battles of equality
Under the umbrella of darkened power
Revealed in rays that shine a ritulant glow
Over the dispossessed of humanity’s light.
©️ 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
Thank you for inspiring me to continue to voice my thoughts in writing that appears to be pleasing.
Love’s Masks
Share your inner thoughts, ideas, ideals,
That power your imagination and hails
Down upon you, admiration, envy that entails
You have to choose who needs some derails.
Today, we hide behind our likes,
Our social media personae that drives
Our self-esteem into the grounds
If it’s not up to par with our peers.
Why do we hide?
Is intimacy such a bad ride,
That you need masks to keep all inside?
Or do you soar in flight
Fall, shatter, break, and give only a bite
Out of the ball, then turn it into a free for all?
Love’s power only grows
As love is exchanged and plows
Dissent into an abyss of darkness
Where it’s devoured by happiness
Of love shared and empowers hopefulness
In a world that dictates the reign of the Ego.
©️ 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
Thank you for the accolade and your hard work.
Lone
One
lonely
Boy, shy
Tries making
A friend flying
Into the unknown,
Lonely. One. Loneliest
Number ever. It tests hardest
When you’re surrounded by familys’
Best, whose envy alienates you farthest.
Standing alone with a whirring world
That’s confusing, struggling blind,
Into unknowns that surround,
Bind your moves. Loud
Is the thunder around
That drowns bad
Decisions
Needing
Greater
Care.
©️ 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
Thank you for the honor and your hard work.
Halloween’s Halo
The halo on Halloween’s head
Heads a direct divide into dense
Fields with scarecrows on the fence
Actively aspiring to anchor a bird
So it doesn’t touch the harvest
Longing to be free to shadow dance,
Sing to the moonlit sky in a prance
That would make Dasher envy his behest
For his life is a feast of danger
Watching as prey, monsters, try
To decimate crops not theirs, and fly
Away from the field, a test, reckoning, closer
As the night darkens to a raven’s
Blackness where fear leaches
Into pores, unseen by ghosts, grinches,
Ghouls pouring out of sepulchers cravens
For their fear reeks like cyanide,
Death speeding through rows
Of crows, corn, wheat, pumpkin bows
That cinch nightly ghouls on a ride
To feast on fear’s far-reaching farm.
©️ 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
Thank you for the honor and your hard work. The day i get a review is always a good one, whether it’s good or bad is irrelevant to me, as I want a reaction.
We Did Everything
We did all we could …
Yet, genocide is as deadly as beheading,
Death is as real as your breathing,
Living is as traumatic as a horrifying cloud.
We did all we could …
But child amputees are running marathons
To survive but another day as pawns
Of politics that’s gross as it hammered
That “We did all we could”, clause
That left pregnant mothers to die,
Elderly to fry in fire’s explosive dye,
Fathers to be scattered in pieces in cruel cries
That “We did all we could”, was
Said to assuage politicians’ conscious
While knowing their endeavors were shackled in pious
Prison, whose doctrine permits rapes,
Whose haze in, “We did all we could”,
Evaporates in the fog of time that flies
Without scheduling its prime in trauma that cries
Out to be understood, yet, their voices loud
And proud in the hopeful quagmire of guilt
Of surviving, whole or not, presses
In the abyss of despair where hopeless
Orphaned, erased families, press to built.
©️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
Thank you for the honor and your hard work.
Wile’s Scare
Scare, tremble, jump, at the sound:
‘Beep, Beep’, the roadrunner makes
Screaming his arrival, quietly, takes
A great toll of Cayote, who’s always found
Unsuspecting of a visit from a ‘frienemy’
Whose competitive nature shines
As he beeps to alert the predator, in lines
Simple as can be, that he’s the enemy.
The cartoon is a live memory
Of laughter and smiles at antics
That astound, still ground a laugh as he picks
A ledge to scare to Cayote over hi folly
For being unprepared for the Beep,
Beep that always makes him aware
That prey and predator revere
Playing games with each, taking a leap
Of faith the trick will work, as Roarunner
Gleefully watches Cayote’s fall
From grace in a rolling ball
Hitting obstacles as he laughs like a hyena.
Those were the days of innocence
That steered our lives into pranks
That got either laughs or cries that packs
Quite a punch in either case.
©️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
Poetry for Change 