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Certificate of Achievement,  May’s Spring

My poem received the above certificate of achievement.

May’s Spring

My eyes are always turned to the sky,
Where beauty and simplicity vie
For supremacy in an empty spacy.

Birds of all kinds fly by, flocking,  migrating,
Setting new habits for their chicks’ living
Quarters that are overflowing with forests, changing
With each new flock that’s arriving.
Live honoring nature’s power,
Its giving nature that is a bower
Of safety when you need a lover
Without motives, who is only a supporter.

Embrace your brethren in humanity,
Their races receding into the vicinity
Of acceptance,  that all Man is emotionally
And physically the same, all have red blood.

Feelings, passions, and red flowing blood
Saunter into each’s body in a flood
Of confusion that needs sorting and bud,
Swamping everyone with a unique personage.

Burgeon into your character,
Let your wings flutter,
Soar like a flower petal as the breezer
Tries to alter your course, but you are its conqueror.
©️ 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 Silver Certificate, Strawberry Moon

Strawberry Moon

The strawberry moon lights the night
Sky, with its radiance that illuminates
The bridge, as though a spotlight
Is placed on its center that highlights

Its empty, serene wonder,
That transcends time and place
To amaze you with its purposeful power
That helps nature become alive in a thrice

As you watch the moonbeams
Caress and hover across the verdant
Trees, bushes whose beourgeoning leaves
Are bathed in its heavenly glow, brilliant

In its choices of a scene out of a
Painter’s portait of the beauty nature hides.

©️ Malak kalmoni chehab ©️

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

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Double Gold certificate

The Imaginary Train

The antique train whose trim
Of burnished wood shone against
The moonlight perpetrating its glam
Exterior with inner luxury at the behest
Of imagination that couldn’t rest.

The marvels of crystal chandeliers
Hanging over dining areas stupefy
The onlooker with wealth that prospers
Through diamond necklaces dangling in hefty
Abundance with gold on skin that’s shiny.

My eyes stray to windows whose glare
Of the lover’s moon is framed
In a beauteous flame that’ll revere
The scene unfolding in a dreamed
Opulent night littered with star-studded

Light of glittery jewels that put
Diamonds, rubies, sapphires, to shame
As the light blinds your eyes and cut
The veil of imagination by rendering it lame
In the presence of nature’s magic, that’s aflame.

Let the train take you on its journey,
The journey of life that twists, turns,
Dips, and rises to all occasions with a flurry
Of activity that glories fighting pains,
Overcoming obstacles as small as grains.

©️ Malak kalmoni chehab ©️

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Bronze Certificate

Thank you, Marie Harris, for the honor! The picture prompts you produce are always amazing!

Winter’s Hold

A quater of the full moon
Is covered by blue clouds,
Looking like Swiss cheeses
Whose borders are tree branches,
Naked from any adornments.

As the other tree’s branches rise
Higher, they touch the smoke
Coming out of chimney’s poke,
That reaches into the sky, a supplication stroke,
To an unending, breathtaking look

Generating a reverence for the real,
Imposing nature of winter’s bold
Winter scenery that takes a hold
Over you, as wonder as beauty’s cold
Reverence stretches into the raven sky taking in the fold.

As the branches hug the moon,
So does nature embrace man’s vicarious
Need to expand into its territory, vivacious
In his propagation, uncaring of his malicious
Effect on nature’s cycle that’s on the way to decimation.

©️ Malak kalmoni chehab ©️

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Double Gold Certificate

I’m flabbergasted by the honor of this certificate for my poem: Athena, based on a picture prompt.

Athena

Her resplendent beauty gleams
In the raven sky, her star shines
Brighter with her golden armor, protective
Of her vulnerabilities, as she needs to survive.
Its glow is there to strive
To outlast the unbeliever who stirs the hive.

Her might glistens and reverberates
Throughout her vicinity, vindictive as it propels
Instability, division, dissention, and war!
Booming war cries echo their strengths, none bar
Her entry, as she subjugates those weaker
Through fear and magic of her glittery armor.

Those whose insolence is hidden behind their
Camouflage of piety, are two, three faced, where
They keep their dissonance locked,
So their perfidy is unexpected,
And the humbleness nothing but beguiled
Discourse that pleases the open hearted.

Beware of those wearing lambskin,
But are in reality cutthroats whose noggin
Is an empty shell that requires
It to be filled by others to act out wars.

©️ Malak kalmoni chehab ©️

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

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Double Bronze certificate!

Wohooooo!

Room of Bloom

The ancient mansion stood majestically
On a hill, reigning supreme over its property.
Its white washed Roman columns
Portentous of a long gone Era of prosperties,
Where everything was grandiosely fashioned.

I walk up to its opulent two door gate, bold,
Using the lionhead brass knocker, collide
History with modernity that interact without
Affecting one another, but beauties attract
Their audience, regardless of their epoch.

Traversing into a world of Babylonian
Elegance painted in a rainbow of augustian
Splendor dotted by verdant dendritic
Filled foliage attracting visions of historic
Opulence, whose loss is catastrophic in nature.

Man’s love of wealth and ownership
Of all that’s esthetically vibrant will flip
His survival to death, caused by his avarice,
Omnipotent in its idolatry of self-importance,
That’s thoughtless in its vanity and egotism.


©️ Malak kalmoni chehab ©️

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The Warrior

Her helmet, a squelettal head,
Adorns her brows and forehead.
Her eyes, oh her eyes, windows
To her hardened soul, throws
A challenge to her opponent
To stand down, die, or be subservient.

Her breathtaking beauty will tempt,
But it’s feared as it’s a construct
For those who oppose her will.
Her lithe, seductively attired body is full
Of pernicious intent teetering
On the precipice of justice’s peppering.

Her darkened eyes, bright with
Evil’s pretensions seeping bliss
In veins dripping toxic poisons
That leek from lush, glistening roses
That spew hatred and dissention
That needs to be dismantled in provision

For the lives that are destroyed by
Her delicate sword wielding hands that fly.

©️ Malak kalmoni chehab ©️

Autor of poetry book, Perfectly Flawed.

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

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Pirouette


I watch as she pirouettes,
Her dress, a parachute, flies
In waves to her flutters.

Her sensual beauty attracts
An audience, not for her moves,
But for the supplication in her eyes.

They shine with an inner peace
That translates into a pace
Shinier than the purest diamond face.

My gaze is glued to her flexible
Limbs that have divined that the rain bubble
Ensconces her in a world where trouble

Is an abstract concept she’s never
Experienced, as her innocent cover
Protects her as she adds prayer to the dancer.

As her body flows, swings, undulates,
She hears titters on her esthetics.
She says: ‘Believe in a faith that provides
Truth and dares to challenge lies.’

They then turn away and bicker,
Having forgotten why she was a riveting picture.

©️Malak kalmoni chehab ©️

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Aburi, A Haven

I walk through the road of centinal
Palm trees giving shade from the kindle
Of the noon sun, creating shade where only sun lit.

I look upon their majestic trunks
As elegant as a giraffe’s
Reaching into the sky, touching the heavens.

Once you reach the road’s end,
The vista of greens will land
You in a mirage of breathtaking scenes.

A short walk and you’ll reach
Boti Falls, distinguished with two chutes that leach
Into a large aquamarine pond that sizzles

With the force of the downpour,
And hides a cavern behind its ominous core,
That provides electricity and life to all nature.

Moving past such wonder,
You see man’s touch in greater
Spans of space, where a decrepit helicopter

Lies as stage for tourists and the picnickers
To look upon an antique object of wars,
Used to help beautify what’s already astounding.

I watch the centinals in my rearview mirror,
Wondering at my next visit to such a conqueror
Of beauty and memories of times yonder.

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Flowers for Moi!

Me, myself, and I

Received these beauties!

The colors are rejuvenating,

The smell is precious,

The thought, sender, is stupendous.

A flower has the power

Never to cower

But to spread its petals, languorous.

Its infinite patience glamorous.

Its fragility’s nothing short of faithful,

Its colors vibrant and bashful,

While its scent lodges in your mind.

Knowing memories are easier to find.

Creating and sending such a bunch

Is always a thoughtful hunch.