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Diploma Certificate for my poem,  Giggle’s Memory

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Giggle’s Memory

A smile, a laugh, a memory, a thought,
All coalesce into memorable visions,
Sounds that light up your darkest thought.

My baby’s laughter as a child, adult now,
Continues to not only brighten my days
But also is an effective antidepressant taking a bow.

As the memory of her tinkling laugh
Spreads an inner peace in my breast,
I fall back into envisioning the day she was born. Enough

Time has passed, but her musical
Laugh has evolved from giggle
To full blown belly laughs that bubble

But never pop as her optimism
Isn’t a prop, rather its centered in faith,
Bound by our love that enveloped her in grim

Strength to suppress all that can
Depress. She rises above difficulties
With a smile that shines like the moon
On foggy, oppressive raven black, nights

That simply disperse as her laugh lights
The sky with power of brightness
That never dims in all the time it casts.

©️ 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

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Diploma Certificate for my poem: Rainbow of Loss

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Rainbow of Loss

As they embrace,
Her head nestled between
shoulder and neck, her face
In repose, as she caresses hair with keen

Fervor that helps settle
Roiling emotions of loss
That swamp the couple
After hearing of their gross

Loss: miscarriage of an awaited
Baby, planned to a tee,
Its trousseau the nursery filled
With colors as plentiful as a rainbow to easily

Locate the bundle of joy
Wherever s/he  may be playing
Mischievously, hiding, in a ploy
To circumvent the possible disciplining

That s/he would have to face
For the mess created by these
Itty bitty innocent hands that race
Across your heartstrings

Even before s/he is born
As hormones intertwine with emotions
Filled with love for a future that’s torn
Away by loss’ depressions.

The rainbow decorating the
Nursery has another goal; bright,
To help the couple find the beauty
Within that’ll help them win the fight.

©️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

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Diploma Certificate for my poem: Rainbow of Loss

Thank you, administrators,  for the accolade and your hard work.

Rainbow of Loss

As they embrace,
Her head nestled between
shoulder and neck, her face
In repose, as she caresses hair with keen

Fervor that helps settle
Roiling emotions of loss
That swamp the couple
After hearing of their gross

Loss: miscarriage of an awaited
Baby, planned to a tee,
Its trousseau the nursery filled
With colors as plentiful as a rainbow to easily

Locate the bundle of joy
Wherever s/he  may be playing
Mischievously, hiding, in a ploy
To circumvent the possible disciplining

That s/he would have to face
For the mess created by these
Itty bitty innocent hands that race
Across your heartstrings

Even before s/he is born
As hormones intertwine with emotions
Filled with love for a future that’s torn
Away by loss’ depressions.

The rainbow decorating the
Nursery has another goal; bright,
To help the couple find the beauty
Within that’ll help them win the fight.

©️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

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Cycle of Time, Silver Certificate of excellence

Cycle of Time

Sands of time start with a babe’s
Conception of sperm and ovules,
Its development takes time;
Birth is a necessary hardship for the crime
Of having a babe to nurture and instill
Ethics, beliefs that take root
And can’t be uprooted by a boot.
Into adulthood, it grows and will fill

The shoes that were too large,
But now, too tight as it’s surpassed its cage,
Soared to become a leader, humane
In treatment of others and transcend the bane
Of chaotic filled desires that blinds
Your progress. In time, you’ll regress
Into infancy’s needs while powerless to halt the demise
Of what you’ve forged, ending up loose sands.

©️Malak kalmoni chehab ©️

My poetry book, Perfectly Flawed poetry for change, is available on all eplatforms, including Amazon

https://www.amazon.ca/Perfectly-Flawed-poetry-Malak-Kalmoni/dp/1525582518

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Lover, Hater?

I looked upon the sleeping angel whose sparsely

Covered head in tufts of flyaway hair, place her

Thumb in her mouth, curl her index in her fine hair,

As she lays curled up around her bunny.

The bunny wasn’t as soft or as sly as she,

But he got around and needed just five minutes

Of rest before the ‘devil’ woke up and sang hymns

As she ran circles around him with great care.

Watching the merry go round of the joy and play,

The cheery laughter that I want to last another

FIVE minutes, as time lapses exponentially,

And we are never ready to see them grow, ever.

They grow slowly, then life changes and imposes

Its disillusionment and disappointments

That are an inevitable result of interactions,

Familial, social, peers, and business.

I wish that infant would stay innocent for longer

Not needing to face oppression, recrimination,

Racism, nor dicrimination which implode into a hater

Rather than a lover who accepts the other in compassion.