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Certificate for my poem,  Remember When

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Remember When

I remember a time
When innocence reigned supreme,
When love was given freedom,
When tears never reached the ocean’s calm.

I remember a time
When family gathered together,
When friendship was a teacher,
When colleagues empowered each other.

I remember a time
When explosions reigned,
When walking across the street hide
Dangers were unparalleled, exposed.

©️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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Certificate of Achievement for my poem, Seeds of Hope

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Seeds of Hope

Rest, relax, rebuild,  relive, revive,
Never rewind to the time when fighting was live,
Bombarding my surroundings with burning
Flames, explosions,  bullets whizzing,
Safety is nonexistent,  danger surrounds you,
Fear of a stray feud or knife are behind you
Or beside, or ahead of you; never inside you.
Your heart stays pure, needing to help
Never stop giving and receiving hope,
Or the fighting ends,
You lay down your arms,
Surrender to hopeleness and despair,
That’s when fear reigns and overwhelms.
Give your loyalty, love, hope, and optimisms
Freedom to grasp your faith and expose
It to the sun, let it soak its warmth in a pose
Of reverence to God’s powers of prose
In which your strength bursts, warming
You from the inside, till its beauty sings
A rainbow of colors illuminating your skin
With its brilliance.  Bask in its wonder,
Revere its words and sleep calmly, a dreamer.

©️ 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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Certificate of Appreciation for my poem,  Seeds of Hope

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Seeds of Hope

Rest, relax, rebuild,  relive, revive,
Never rewind to the time when fighting was live,
Bombarding my surroundings with burning
Flames, explosions,  bullets whizzing,
Safety is nonexistent,  danger surrounds you,
Fear of a stray feud or knife are behind you
Or beside, or ahead of you; never inside you.
Your heart stays pure, needing to help
Never stop giving and receiving hope,
Or the fighting ends,
You lay down your arms,
Surrender to hopeleness and despair,
That’s when fear reigns and overwhelms.
Give your loyalty, love, hope, and optimisms
Freedom to grasp your faith and expose
It to the sun, let it soak its warmth in a pose
Of reverence to God’s powers of prose
In which your strength bursts, warming
You from the inside, till its beauty sings
A rainbow of colors illuminating your skin
With its brilliance.  Bask in its wonder,
Revere its words and sleep calmly, a dreamer.

©️ 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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Review and accolade for my poem,  Sounds of War

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

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Accolade and Review  for my poem, Upheaval

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Upheaval

Coup d’état! Civil Unrest!
Rebellion against a colonizer, a pest,

Businesses men, family men
Gathering together are arrested, put in a pen,

No pillow, blanket, toilet, only a feast
Of roaches, ants, creepy crawler beast

Of fear, for men who get no rest.
Seeing my dad get arrested was a great test

For an 8 year old girl, whose lack 
Of understanding of politics didn’t give a frack

About all that, what I did care about
Was security,  family,  cousins, who had clout

But whose men were all indisposed,
So, women and children traveled

Away to reduce the stress on the men.
What about me, us? Noone asked and couldn’t ken

That the upheaval was traumatic,
But none spoke of it, rather it was repeated in frantic

Run to another border, unhygienic bathroom,
Food, Unfamiliar, on the go, speeding away from

Bullets ricochet in the Sky, while explosions
Rock the buildings around us. Decisions

On the fly got us safely to a country,
Safe, at that time, then traveled to London, fully

Anticipating another run, but, we spent
Ramadan there with friends before being sent

On another plane, to Canada, immigration,
What a fiction of safety needing integration

To survive, but beliefs, ethics strive
To cause trouble in the hive

That western society creates
For immigrants needing a place to forgets,

As trauma continues its hold, bold
In its fight to take root, but I won’t, under it, fold.

©️ 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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Certificate Award for my acrostic poem,

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COURAGE

Courage is defined by the press vest that
Outlived its owners, journalists speaking
Under extenuating circumstances of flying bombs
Retreating into cover, returning, knowing the danger
Amputating their fears with each Blast of their reports
Governing the truth that has been in a abyss
Encouraged to see the light with their COURAGE.


©️ 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 for my poem, HE Holds Hearts

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HE Holds Hearts

Our bleeding, broken hearts of clay
And blood bleed profusely in a cup
Overflowing with torments of war that sup
On hope’s depression that hangs in a bay

Turned blood red in a husk of hay,
Dried up hope that can’t stay alive
In a world that seems to have forgotten to strive
For peace, for their compassion is blown astray.

HIS palms safeguard the pieces of hearts
Pulverized by visions of deadly murder
On screens that bring screams of mother,
Father, children in horrific suspension as parts

Are blown to smithereens and only identifying
Thing is the ink on limbs carrying names
Of children in black, that gets erased as flames
From explosions erode any ink stains remaining

On skin that deliquesces from being scorched
By burning flames that flutter over
Corpses, gas that dematerialize any cover
With its combustible matter, a deflagrated

Hideous serpent that swallows everything
In its path and ignites into a colorful, reddish blaze
That only receeds upon engulfing the craze
Of all that is in its path, turning it to a Phoenix rising from ash.

©️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