The soft white snow is falling Blanketing the world in peaceful Harmony, where jingles soar in joyful Solidarity, blending hopes, dreams strumming
Words of uniting families and enemies, Erasing negativity, murder with the priority Of funding hope, compassion, Humanity As we get together facing dangers in symphonies.
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.
As you age, wisdom flits in moments, Unexpected as they happen quietly, Without fanfare, they turn disappointments, Successes into an arduous world where honesty
Equality, and values of empathy Have flown the coop and landed on depravity, Turning goodness to a selfish policy That rots humanity from within, And honestly
Watching the evaporating humanity Within drives a sword into our hope for the future Of society that’s sold its soul carelessly To the highest bidder for avarice is a prayer
That never lets up, while the joy Of Community’s standing together Has rusted shut the chains of hope in a ploy To resuscitate ethics’ splendor.
This disillusionment makes me wish For death earlier so as not To watch Decadence become their sole purpose, a brush And it’s a contagion that sucks the soul into a hatch.
The past year has been worse than any Halloween as it was actually HELL O WEAN … The Hell of being weaned on what’s seen On social media’s snippets of genocide, carry
With it atrocities of dismemberment, Beheaded children, fetuses gutted, children Bullseyed by snipers, flour lines broken By bullets whizzing past victims of bombardment.
So hello, HELL O WEAN, we see Your inhumanity, Your unlawful abiding personality, Your insouciant attitude to killing. Be
The Hell in our Haloed Halloween for you’ve Shown us that: unity is strength, Gen Z still has a conscience whose breath Of freshness is awakening those who’ve
Followed blindly behind HELL’s demand For subservience to its god given Right to rule the world with a broken Set of laws that are man-made but bind,
Bind those whose ambition For power is greater than their compassion.
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.
Her tears, hidden like her fears, They stain her cheeks in moments Of quiet reflection, no sobs, tantrums, Only a deluge of emotional expressions
Hushed by her shame that she’s weak, Weak for having feelings that can freak Out any ‘sane’ person and break Their will to survive, not her, her stake
In life is her children’s future That she struggles to provide, nurture, Even as she’s placed under careless provider Whose emotional abuse is worser
Than any physical one, as the latter Heals, while the first fester In a heart that feels like a pester For asking help to provide shelter.
Her tears and fears are hidden From all, she only acknowledges the forgotten Less worrisome problems that never flatten As her strength overcomes the burden.
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.
Forging forgiveness in volcanic lava Offers your soul permission to regret No more your unfavorable decisions that let Remorse drown your happiness and stray Into despair. Yet when facing your mistakes, Answering for your actions alleviates the breaks.
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.
As the leaves fall singing a last Hoora to sunny days, warm breezes, Replaced with a plethora of colors that freezes On the ground in an array of colors that blast
The verdant greens into yellowish Greens, oranges, and burnished reds That crinkle, crackle beneath our feet as heads Turn to watch the scene divided by roads of hardship
Where the greens have faded While the other paints a palette of reds That burn beauty Within as it delves and heads Into the sunset with its divided colors shaded
By God’s paintbrush that never Disappoints those who appreciate The divinity in the balance, never late, Always just as it equalizes reality of the creator.
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.
Malak Kalmoni. Chehab Your poem “Halloween’s Halo” is a wild ride! It fits the theme “Shadow Dance” perfectly – you’re painting a picture of shadows coming alive on Halloween night, dancing with spooky creatures, and embracing the thrill of the dark.
Your poem has 28 lines, and it’s a treasure trove of imagery and wordplay! You’ve got scarecrows, monsters, Dasher, ghosts, grinches, and ghouls – it’s like a Halloween party in here!
The language is rich and vivid, and you’ve created a haunting atmosphere that’s infectious. I love how you’ve woven together the themes of fear, freedom, and the thrill of the night.
Congratulations 👏
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.
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.
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.
Congratulations 👏🎉
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.
Live in the moment: Yesterday is in the past, Burry its pains, difficulties. Learn, move on. Tomorrow will come whether you worry Or let things play out slowly, calmly. Today, the present moment Will become past, so enjoy its transience. So present, past, future are all but moments in time.
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.
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 fiery flair.
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.
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