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Darkened Twilight, featured in the Unsealed newsletter

The online magazine, the Unsealed, has placed my poem, Twilight’s Darkened Light, in its newsletter! I’m so excited

Twilight’s Darkened Light

The night’s fading darkness
Is illuminated by filaments that glimmers
With piercing reddish hues
Into a horizon of fading darkened blues.

With each touch of brilliant, glinting light
The scenery is transformed, bright
As a white pigeon in heightened flight,
Soaring, like Icarus, too near the sun’s slight

Heat that tenderly caresses its feathery
Wings across all living things, bravely
Broaching the new day optimistically,
Knowing that man’s destruction will invariably

Alter the breathtaking beauty of sunrise,
Twisting its vibrancy into shades
Of tenebrous grey, colorless, and lifeless,
As everything becomes hopeless.

Let each new day be your oath
To be stronger than the sun’s breadth,
As you emulate its depth
Of strength, that reigns above all in stealth.

©️Malak kalmoni chehab ©️

My poetry book, Perfectly Flawed poetry for change, is available on all eplatforms:

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

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Time to Do More

What is one thing you would change about yourself?

It feels like the world spins and flows like a river, unstoppable, and when it seems as though you don’t have enough time for everyone you love. As a nurturer and introvert, I bottle up my worries as I try, unsuccessfully, to take care of everyone’s needs before my own. The time, I would like to have is so that I can take care of myself better. That way, I can give more.

Sometimes, the world around you feels so oppressive that it stumps your ability to navigate a world that supports murder, death, and genocide of those weaker. That feeling carries into your home, blocking your capacity to be there for your family, as it drowns you, constantly, in visions of charred bodies, women, children, elderly, even infants in incubators die. How can I reconcile my compassionate nature with what I’m being asked to bear witness to?

How can I perform within my family when I’m bombarded by such visions of violent, thoughtless aggression against the innocent? Why is it that I have to witness peoples’ lack of humanity as they watch and do nothing?

Poetess, Perfectly Flawed poetry for change

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

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Certificate for the International Men’s Day

MASKulinity

(Poem from my book, PerfectlyFlawedpoetryforchange)

Man’s role in society today is changing and so are the rules that govern ‘his’ actions.

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Bronze Certificate

Hold and Release

Hold, hold onto the fleeting sands
Sands of time, slipping, sliding, gliding,
Gliding along your fingers, sticking,
Sticking with muddy matter as it lands,

Lands in crumbs, crystallized pellicules,
Pellicules, colored, reflecting light,
Light that has the might of hopes,
Hopes that are flimsier than sand’s plight.

Plight of a continuously flowing bowl,
Bowl, forming, disintegrating, blazing,
Blazing a trail, making inroads, Hansel style,
Style that helps you find your way home,. Honing,

Honing your abilities, like the sand castle,
Castle changing shape, hearing, experiencing,
Experiencing upheaval of life’s emotional,
Emotional grind that shatters peace, raking,

Raking your soul into strips and crumb,
Crumb, that your creative hands glue,
Glue back together, to form a superb,

Superb soul that glitters,
Glitters in the sun, and shimmers,
Shimmers in the raven sky, bringers,
Bringers of hope, elusive but tangible, elevates humans.

©️Malak kalmoni chehab ©️

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Mood dictates my music

What is your favorite genre of music?

If you’re like me, for every mood you find yourself in, you choose a different type of music. For me, when I’m happy and cheerful, I enjoy upbeat music that makes me move to its rhythm. When I’m upset, sad, depressed, I enjoy something calm, quiet, instrumental, or romantic.

So enjoy every mood with all the frills that come with each one.

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Carmen, Gypsy Queen

Her sensuality entrances,
Her movements’ elegance attracts,
Her swirls and twirls riveting
In their quest to be enchanting.

Her steps, stomps, and jumps,
Each emanating from her soul’s
Foray into the unknown, untraditional,
As she appropriates formal steps for male

Adds her feminine flair,
Her golpe, stomp, louder, stronger,
And original, while her Latigo,
The whipping of her toe

Flies through her body like
Electricity, jumping from joints’ stake
To vessels with passions ornate
In their effect on the audience, elate

In acceptance that Carmen will
Live on, in her form, moves, still,
Memory serves , placing her on
A pedestal,  difficult to reach as yon don

Your war paint, trying to face
Life with a vigor that today has lost its place.

©️ Malak kalmoni chehab ©️

I’m so thankful for this honor from the FB group, The Writer’s Wave, for their enjoyment of my poetry.

Thank you 😊

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Bloomer Rebirth

Double acrostic: REEBIRTH, BLOOMER



Rebirth, renew, revive the bomB,
Every spring returns love in a spiraL
Blowing away winter’s fog tO
Invigorate nature intO
Repainting the scene in colors that screaM.
Tremble from the power of naturE
Heaping on you wonder to wanderR.

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Vote for my poem: Intentions

Please go to the below site in order to read and vote for my poem: Intentions.

The poem is about my intention to change things about myself for the upcoming year.

https://theunsealed.com/activity/p/5283/

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Repairing Life

Accrostic

Reap, repair, revere, reverse, roam, run
Embrace what’s broken,
Practice patience …
Air out your thoughts …
Implement actions to your goals…
Renew your drives
Implement changes
Never surrender to failures
Grow your flexibility and fix the impossible.

Somewhere
Once there
My repair begins
Embedding …
Tuning into
Having patience
In achieving
New dreams
Gone wild with life!

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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.