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Certificate of Excellence for my poem,  Hidden Garden

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Hidden Garden

‘In the garden where secrets grow,
Colors dance in a vibrant show’
As secrets grow in each blossom
Where rainbowed hues bloom

In varieties that astound the eye
Hidden from the sight of those who fly
By seeing only tangible beauty, while
This garden can only be perceived with the guile

Of childhood’s ingenuity that discerns
Patterns unseen by those whose senses
Have dulled with time. So, the child finds
The key that opens a doorway to gardens

Of Eden where the flytrap behaves
Like a pet, while the Cobra Lily heaves
Bubbles filled with rainbows that strive
To seep into the world with endless hope to give

The Death Camasa flair of colored scents
Dazzle the olfactory glands in a bid to circumventing
Its natural toxicity, for the child only sees beauty
While adults fear the unknown blindly.

©️ 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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Accolade and Review for my poem,  Why Am I a Fairytale?

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.

©️ 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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Accolade and Review for my poem,  Window of Time

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Malak Kalmoni. Chehab Wow! “Knowing that joy, eternal, an antidepressant/Is your only rebellion not to live in a cast.” Oof! Bam! Kapow! The entire poem was lovely, deliciously evocative and then you land a knockout blow with that final thought. Nicely done. By Tara Hicks

Such a beautifully sublime poem, Malak, so many amazing images! Time, “mercury slippery,” is a brilliant comparison. You’ve wonderfully transformed the mural into an intriguing metaphorical narrative. The serpent of fear slithers in the branches of an ancient tree upon which scary bats hang. Yet a cardinal of grace sings of hope eternal, of endless time that cannot be stopped. Like that cheerful bird, we must accept the past that can’t be recast, we must “soar in the present.” Being joyous to live in this present, that is part of the eternal, is the way to true freedom. It is a spiritual rebellion! Superb rhyme scheme and rhythm, excellent sophisticated tone and composition. Fantastic, encouraging poem, Brava!! By Linda Powers O’Dell

Window of Time

Through my small window
The world revolves around time,
Time, intangible, like mercury slippery, a crime
Not to stand still and let it flow

Slowly around you as you
Watch the ancient tree’s branches
Reach out to the sun in gnarled bunches,
The resting place for the serpent you

Fear as it slithers from place
To place spreading its evil along
The aid of bats that string you along,
Yet on the other branch rests,  with grace,

The red cardinal whose beauty,
Color, elegance speeds your heart
With hope eternal, limitless in its great
Licenses for carrying hope on wings that flew highly

Into the vastness of a blue sky
Knowing that time,
Rhyming with lime is a transient crime
That can’t be stopped unless you try

To soar in the present
Understanding the past, that can’t be recast,
Knowing that joy, eternal, an antidepressant
Is your only rebellion not to live in a cast.

©️ 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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Triple Diamond Certificate for my poem, Rose of the Book

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Rose of the Book

From this page of the ancient book,
This delicate pink rose has traveled
The seven seas, ancient empires have seased
To exist, while its beauty, color, and break

Grow into the roots of the nook in the book
As it cascades its freshness, fragility,
Strength, and independence in lacy capacity
Of petals that rise towards the sun to look

On humanity’s history book
Guarding its secrets, fragile, violent,
Yet, it rebels and grows still resplendent
In a lackluster world filled with a crook

Intent that borders on sacrilege against the book
Of God, that brooks no uncertainty
In knowing that the perpetrators will simply
Be punished for their irreverent belief in a look

Of masked piety that reveals its artifice
When faced by the innocence of the blooming rose.

©️ 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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Accolade and Review for my zigzag poem,  Wonder Naturally

Malak Kalmoni. Chehab A beautiful poem extolling the wonders of all the seasons! Such delightful details:the many colored petals, the trilling birds and sly worms, the frolicking chicks, the falling leaves. These leaves don’t just die;they feed the forest so that it revives in spring after winter’s dominance. These are all sources of natural wonderment! Superb poem!!
Hi Malak, there are several types of zigzag poems. The one I am most familiar with and use quite often indents the lines to form a zigzag pattern. I believe you are using it to mean alternating shorter and longer lines? This is an awesome new form for our list. Thanks for introducing it! By Linda Powers O’Dell

Zigzag poem


Wonder Naturally


Foliage free-flowing
Green, red, petals many colors
Explode in summer bliss,
Spring, beautifying the great scene
With wonder and birds that
Trill as they forage for sly worms
Calling out, frolicking
With mates, chicks, communing to, fro
Nature’s wonderment fly
As they all play role fallen free
Leaves scatter in a fall
Feeding forests with ease, ploy, coy
To rejuvenation
After frozen scenery won.
©️ 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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Triple Diamond Certificate for my poem, Her Eyes

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Her Eyes

Her thick, wavy red hair flows
Around her face, framing a sensuous
Mouth, a retroussé nose, glamorous
Eyes, never crows but flies as windows

To her innocence and admiration
For a world whose good deeds
Are hidden like gems flying on steeds
Whose wings of change soar in liberation

Of the subjugated whose hopes
Had been dashed until they were
Perceived through her vision’s core
Of gratitude for gifts, treasures helping us copes

With desperation, disillusionment,
Dispondency, bereavement for the cheer
We possessed in our youth, but won’t hear
Of its resurrection because the illusion

Created by world media is of desperation
To be who, what you aren’t for integration.

©️ 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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Gold Award  for my poem, Humanities Nature

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Humanity’s Nature

Faerie light floats with the speed of light,
Light approaching the sculpted rocky arch
Arch where art is chiseled in a cascade of bright
Bright geometric forms that parch
Parch the soul that has lost malleability
Malleability to change, not shatter at the sheer,
Sheer steap drops, highs that spurt,
Spurt the bubbly spring water flowing,
Flowing, glittering in the red rays,
Rays filled with harmony deep,
Deep within it flows through trees,
Trees, bushes, a stone bridge,
Bridge that fills the gap between light,
Light and darkness,  good and evil,
Evil of selfish envy whose ego blows,
Blows out the balance within unity,
Unity that holds the folds of humanity,
Humanity Whose need for peace,
Peace is but a piece of mind that rest,
Rests and creates transient beauty,
Beauty that stuns into silence,
Silence where thought proceeds,
Proceeds to learn to feel the presence
Presence of haloed reverence in
In humanity’s nature.

©️ 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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Diamond Certificate for poetic Excellence for my poem, The Sea

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The Sea

Colors,  oh Colors of the sea
Dazzle my eyes to see

Your beauty’s blue hues
That impress our views

Of many blues: turquoise blues,
Greenish blue, yellowish browns, in special purviews

Where waves clamor to touch shore
In a uproar of rebellion against the sand floor

That speaks to capture its treasures
By displaying them to humanity’s burrs

As their speech, music, song, laughter
Only receed as the sun explodes in color

In a splendor of yellows, and reds
That blend into sparrows of reeds

Changing in harmony with the depth of
Fear that time ends with this falling night that’s enough.

I sit on wonderment on the seashore
In contemplation to be sure

That life’s bliss rises and falls,
Happiness comes in waves and balls,

While nature of the sea stays true,
Unchanging except for the seasons blue,

So enjoy the joy of the quiet balm breeze with
Compensation for a troden soul lifted to breathe

As Memories sway in the waves to freeze
In a captured picture to rest like bees in trees.
©️ 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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Accolade and Review for my poem,  Lamb’s Flourish

Malak Kalmoni. Chehab Your descriptions of autumn are glorious, Malak! Comparing the fallen leaves to a lion’s mane is brilliant, especially as you connect them with fallen glory. Then you extend your metaphor to humans: it takes courage, the heart of a lion, to drop our pretenses and show our true selves, vulnerable though they may be. Surviving the freeze of winter our spirits gallop toward renewal, all the joys of rebirth. Wonderful structure, rhythm and rhymes! Marvelous poem!!
I didn’t know about lion’s mane, both the orange flowering plant and the mushroom that grows on trees, such an amazing thing! By, Linda Powers O’Dell

Lamb’s Flourish

As the colors of fall turn into reds,
Yellows, burnished greens, browns,
That scatter the ground in their lion’s
Mane, their fallen glory, sad domains

Where it takes the heart of a lion
To shed your colorful dress of a parroting wren,
Exposing your vulnerability, a lamb in a pen,
Waiting for nature’s freeze to be a hen

That protects her chicks from the cold
Breeze stirring death in a breath, bold
Stealth to hand over death to the unsuspecting old
Bones, trunks, plants, whose hold

On life is precarious, but chance’s
Regalia leads the weak into a prance’s
Gallop towards spring, burgeoning lances
Of beauty,  strength, flowing stealing glances

At the reappearing hues of greens
Enshrining nature with a depth that preens
With its glory of colors, resounding in ferns
Hanging onto trees, like burrs, never spurns

The life flowing through vains
Flooding feelings of powerful cranes
Spreading through the undergrowth in pains
Of rebirth’s splendor and grains.

Let the lion’s mane flourish
On the grounds, never selfish
In sharing its beauty, that’ll never perish
As long as you believe in the glow of the parish.

©️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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Triple Diamond Certificate for my poem,  Child Strumming the Harp

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Child Strumming the Harp

Cumulus, citrus, and altostratus Clouds
Move in and around the harp
In golden, red, and grey, never a tarp
Of lackluster beige, only color that binds

Beauty, innocence to the golden
Haired child, whose tiny
Fingers strum harmony,
Not discord, nor harm shall befall the fallen

Child of the heavens
Whose innocence shines brighter
Than the sun, whose music is louder
For it bares its distinct imprint, beholden

To God for his creations, praising
In gratitude for HIS leniency,
Grace in the abundance of intermingly
Amalgamation of the periphery raising

Awareness of integrity, humility,
Towards a power greater, wiser
Than man, and has his best interest per
Each reprimand is a reason for his temerity.

©️ 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