bride – Poetry for Change

Thank you for the honor and your hard work.

Practice Run

Potted plants are sentinels to the mirror
Whose framed crown is of golden leaves, a proper
Accoutrement to the geometric carpet for

The bride’s solo walk down the hall
Where glass lets the ritulant ball
Of sunny rays fall

And highlight the beauty walking
In her silvery white mini dress, swaying
To the music only she’s hearing

In her head. Her hair flows around
Her naked shoulders covered
Only by a spaghetti strap held

In place by a sweetheart bust,
With a pencil skirt, shiny studs, a must
To twinkle with a flare that places lust

Invisible in the hearts of men
For she’s not theirs to pen-
In like a hen.

Though she glitters in sophistication,
She’s a simple woman needing adoration,
Returning it a thousand fold in construction

Of a family filled with unity,
Acceptance, support, faith whose sheeny
Gleam encompasses their home with sunny

Dispositions that help them flow
And navigate a world of chaos that’ll blow
Their illusions of a world that’s all faux.

©️ 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

Certificate of Excellence with Review for my poem, Funny Sunday

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Funy Sunday

On a sunny Sunday afternoon
Their wedding Masquerade in bloom,
People dressed glowing like the moon,
While the bride and groom

Joined them in their masked
Costumes, white from head to toe,
Shiny raven black not a crow, but a bow tied
To suffocate instead of decorate the flow.

As they enter, ghouls and ghosts
Creep in droves, while Dracula drools
Over the succulent live meals in hosts,
Pros, Neffertiti, doctors, astronauts, all in pools

Surround the bride in fear as they
Prey on the dark dressed groom, whose
Tux became fodder for pirates, parrots play
Their roles driving the bride over plank in pose

Of defeat, death, depravity has no end.
But, wait! Who’s there? What’s that?
The bride swings from trees, Jane, whose bend
Of hand holds arms of freedom in a vat,

A cauldron where newt guts, brains
Of vultures, nightshade, blood that overflows
As it bublles up, swallows all it touches, cranes
Its flow into corners not to miss any blows.

Watch the witchy, whaling, warbling,
Black pointed hat flying into the air
Sprinkling her brew that’s consuming
All in a blinding jiffy like a pair in flair.
©️ Malak kalmoni chehab ©️

Review by Dominique Albano

Malak Kalmoni. Chehab

The poem by Malak Kalmoni Chehab is a wild and imaginative fit for the theme Midnight Masquerade. It masterfully crafts a dark and whimsical atmosphere, perfect for a masquerade ball with a twist of magic and mystery.

The imagery is vivid and evocative, transporting the reader to a world of fantasy and horror. The language is rich and sensory, with phrases like “Ghouls and ghosts creep in droves” and “Dracula drools over the succulent live meals” that conjure up a captivating atmosphere.

The poem’s themes of masquerade, magic, and the supernatural are perfectly in line with the theme, and the use of words like “Masquerade” reinforces the idea of a night of mystery and enchantment.

As for the number of lines, there are 28 lines in the poem.

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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