Im humbled, honored that the administration of Lead Pen finds me worthy of this accolade. It’s always a great inspiration to participate more in the groups in order to grow our humble community of writers and poets.
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 How exuberant, Malak, a glorious ode to the joy of autumn! It’s wonderful how you encourage the reader to fly free, to be adventurous, rejuvenated. That’s a lovely irony since spring is typically invoked. Then you inspire us to become a brightening star like the sun and to be lighthearted, not to melt and burn, but to brighten the world in liberating fun. Your entire poem has the most wonderful feeling of a rising sun, the “flame of life.” By Linda Powers O’Dell
Fall Sunset
The flaming sun burnishes the sky With reds and oranges Spilling over tree tops Like a flame of life; let go and Fly!
Fly like the falling leaf strewn Into an adventure to adorn The grounds with its fragility Rejuvenation and transiency.
Fly into the rutilant shine, Shining brighter than the setting Or rising sun, know that you’re fine And unequivocally a star brightening
Those around you with greater Influence, power than any sun Whose heat melts those closer, While you, you brighten the sphere for fun.
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 powerful poem Malak, Hard hitting and rightly so! This is a well crafted poem but probably quite difficult to verbalise aloud… it has few obvious breaks or pauses between stanzas and complex word use… The only way I think this could be adequately delivered is then hard and fast, within righteous anger, an emotional outpouring of angst? Or very slowly in a resigned,defeated tempo… mid way would stumble… and it is too good a poem with too important a message to stumble…. I’m interested in your thoughts?
Thank you for the honor and your hard work. This was a spoken poem that’s difficult to render, but I’ll do my best.
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.
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 Profound, amazing poem, Malak! Excellent parallel structure created by the repetition of your first lines. You’ve captured much of the state of the world with forceful images and observations. The compassionate do not rest, refugees find jail, the young die before their time, politicians abandon ethics. True, so true. Great poem!! By, Linda Powers O’Dell
Thank you for the honor and the review for my poetry. I’m always humbled by your comments.
Bodies of Death
Bodies of the world, Whose blood runs red, Whose compassionate souls Never rest on behalf of victims’ hells.
Bodies of diverse diaspora You’ve run in many directions like magma, Setting a furor of ambition wherever You land to prove yourself a better jailer.
Bodies of heavenly death Speak on behest of lost souls whose breath Was snuffed too young to comprehend The fervor to achieve power and behead.
Bodies of the political world, Your humanity is suspected Of being lacking in affinity with your Essence of ethical behavior that’s just not your 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.
Malak Kalmoni. Chehab So many awful things to leave behind, amen! Your repetition of Farewell to these losses, traumas and horrors is both powerful and poignant. You portray them with amazing images and intriguing rhymes. I like how you alter your repetition to speak to hope for change and harmony. Wonderful poem, bravo!! 👏
By: Linda Powers O’Dell
Thank you for the honor and your hard work.
Say Farewell
Farewell I say To another year, slipping Into yesterday in a blink eying The world through a backward lense to play
Farewell I say To war that followed into genocide Where white phosphorus is a guide To death that’ll pay and say:
Farewell I say To colonizers whose dominance Is nothing but a posturing stance That rides a high till it lands in grey
Farewell I say To the muck of horrors that movies Would fear to display as crazies, For, to them I lay
My farewell to say: Leave the people to their freedom Don’t subjugate, ruin, destroy as you come To steal resources under cover of pray,
So, say farewell to the grey Quagmire of losses, trauma that sway In harmony with nature creating a stray Wind of change that’ll cross oceans and pray …
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.
Malak Kalmoni. Chehab Excellent extended metaphor, Malak, with powerful alliteration that roars like a mighty river! You explore so many ways in which life is like a flowing river. Childhood memories, regrowth and change, beauty and laughter, connecting with loved ones, all are reflected in the rush of waters you ride. Bravo!! 👏 by: Linda Powers O’Dell
Thank you for the review and accolade, it’s an honor.
River of Life
The river is an allegory for life It is at times smooth as glass, Clear as a bell, strong enough to sand rocks Into the smoothest silky textures. It’s teamed with life, as different species Live and let live, while others, more dangerous, Hunt, dessimate, and devour their preys.
It isn’t enough to see that rivers allegate To all that is portrayed in life, Rather one needs to be aware that cycles In nature are imitations of human life.
The strong prey on the weak, Large numbered populace impose their belief, Rather than understanding one another, Exchanging respect and help to survive The difficulties that life’s cyclones Throw your way to test your will, powers Your unity, compassion, empathy, and loves.
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.
Diamonds glitter in her ears, studs of stars Shining brighter than the moon, Pearls adorn her neck, snowwhite flakes bares The city scape in a romantic glow, flown
With the wind of time as another Holiday season, decorated to impress, Flies by with a peaceful blanket of snow, a cover Of harmony, calm flow of steady Snowfall dropping on her jeweled Hair and neck, icy cold, bright gold, fluffy, Velvety feel like a mother’s hug, hold,
Love, eternal in its giving grace As she too, with time falls down As we grow old while youth’s stately Presence melts like the snow shown
At its season dissipates, replaced By spring’s colors, warmths, brilliant Colors that shine brighter than diamond’s encased In a vine wrapped in wine on a neck, elegant
Never gaunt but sparkles and haunts Memories as transient as the snowflake That touches, melts, becomes water, a font Of changes just her her stylish break.
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.
Fire, Fire, Crack and pop as a crier Instigating happy hollers for New Year Regretting nothing as the past is gone Ending a chapter, starting fresh With shimmers of rainbows of colors Opening a hole in the sky with glimmer Rebuking regret, wholly endorsing Hope for Kindness, grace will reign in the coming year Sentencing the fire of Regret into a closed casket.
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.
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.