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.
We are at the cusp of diurnal times When fall falls, leaves flee, and flown Away into fleeting cooling breezes that crown The tree tops in a bare coat of branches
And dying leaves whose love story With the tree is as tragic as thee. They try to stay connected with a fee Of dried stems that can only cry
When the leaves finally fall And their story ends in crackles, Crunches of animals stepping on the backs Of mummified soil with a tapestry full
Of golden, green, orange hues Turning pallid the longer the stay Before their love, weary of loss, play The fools as they’re swept into pues
And cues to be taken and turned Into paper for schools. The poor leave’s Story of love is rejuvenated with heaves A sigh of true connection with child
Whose doodles, words sweep The pain of loss into sweeter Reverence to new connections, beautifier Of emotions that are expressed and deep.
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.
We’re being bombarded, daily, By subliminal messages, hourly, Whispers of drugs, violence, alcoholics’ enduced hazes, minutely, Incorporated in ALL media, compulsively.
Resistance is Futile …
Words, sounds, images coalesce Into an indoctrinated presence That’s insidious in its convergence Into your mind, creating a blinding trace
For behaviors that are incongruent With ‘our’ Ideals of humanity, that are esculent By mediocrity of addiction becoming permanent, As our dependence skyrockets into exponent …
‘Resitance is Futile’ …
As our struggles persist, our Vision, imagination, purveyor Of our strength of cohesion, flutter Into a bud that flourishes in power.
As ‘Resistance is Futile’,
Our obstacles remain tangible, Yet, clearly, unattainable. The need to strive to be corrigible Is embedded in our DNA, for hope is always tenable.
Thus: ‘Resitance is (Not) Futile.’
*1. Star Treck, the Borgh, a a cyborg entity trying to Conquer worlds, says this to Captain Pickard when they wish to invade earth.
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.
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.
Poet, poem, poetry policing a world in poppery Overcoming chaos through order, design, Entertaining critically, changing constantly, Traversing cultures, emotions in a single jump, Running freely as long as the ink is writing Yet, you feel unheard, for the world is in woe.
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.
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 2025.
Silver light shines so bright, Reflects on your surface in a fight To blot out the blight Of oppressive night.
As it shimmers on the lake At night, it dances with shadows, fake In their adulation of your stake In everything that’s ensconced in black.
Its silver sheen is reminiscent Of the clouds’ silver lining that bent The impossible to their heaven sent Hope, that relies on faith not being absent.
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.
Silver light shines so bright, Reflects on your surface in a fight To blot out the blight Of oppressive night.
As it shimmers on the lake At night, it dances with shadows, fake In their adulation of your stake In everything that’s ensconced in black.
Its silver sheen is reminiscent Of the clouds’ silver lining that bent The impossible to their heaven sent Hope, that relies on faith not being absent.
“Silver Light” by Malak Kalmoni Chehab is a poem that fits the theme “Whispers of the Night”. The poem explores the quiet, mystical atmosphere of the night, where the silver light of the moon shines bright, bringing hope and faith to the darkness.
The poem effectively captures the whispers of the night through the use of sensory language, with phrases like “night whispers fly” and “faith that whispers in corners sly”. The speaker’s emotions are palpable, and the poem conveys a sense of longing and hope.
*Line Count
There are 16 lines in the poem. The poem’s structure is well-executed, with a consistent rhyme scheme and meter that adds to its musicality. The language is rich and evocative, with a focus on the symbolism of the silver light and the moon.
Overall, the poem is a beautiful exploration of the theme “Whispers of the Night”, and it effectively captures the mystical and hopeful nature 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.
Rainbows around the world have hope Tethered to their appearance after storms That hit unexpectedly, yet their shine comes With brilliance as they obliterate upheavals, you cope
With daily routines that dull your cheer, Yet, when a double rainbow appears, Double the gifts simultaneously, become freer As worries dissipate like vapor without fears
They might return for beauty casts A shadow of splendor coated in a Golden Sheen, a treasure of unparalleled pasts That throw away their appreciation of being beholden
To beauty that revives our belief that Life should be appreciated every moment For it’s gone the next, or anxious despair that Coat your soul with a monstrous blight:
An evil trying to seep your wonder Into depravity, an evil whose darkness Places an endless abyss, never Grace, within that devours turning you helpless.
Poetry for Change 