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Accolade for my poem, Addiction

Thank you,  administrators,  for the accolade and your hard work.

Addiction

I’m  an addict
And I know it!

I revere two of the three Cs:
Coffee,  candy,  and cigarettes.

I love my coffee alone with my contemplation
Of life, likes, posts, news, like a great commotion,

Flitting from one to the next trying to see
What’s best before I rest to be free.

Posts galore and replies of mine
Make my day, as the taste of Coffee

Feels like a sinful pleasure.
With my dark drink, I bite into chocolate,

And drift into a coma at heaven’s gate.
I savor the sweetness along the strength

Of body of the coffee and its bitterness.

Life with the morning rituals
Cake, candy, chocolate, coffee and sweets

Is like life without a hero like Ferrero,
Or Cadbury, Mars, KitKat,  and Aero!

Raising the bar in a day filled
With noise, poised to litter the mind

With fear, worry, and being drear!
So my habitual start is set in stone:

Coffee, contemplation, quiet that have
A lead to social media, news, where I refuse

To succumb to its dadarkness
That needs to twist your morning addictions

Into a depressive, foggy darkness.
Let your coffee’s wisdom fill
Your empty cup with hope that will

Reject solidifying into despair,
But reaches in your depths to repair.


©️ 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, Cigarette

Cigarette 🚬

Holding it with my fingertips,
Caressing the paper filters,
Lighting a match, inhale, exhale airs,

Air that’s stuffy, foggy, stinky.
It casts an oppressive smell,
That you try to outrun like a bell

Ringing in lunchtime,
The smell becomes a halting
Breath that stalls in your lung

Fighting for oxygen’s purity
To flush out the dreadful
Odor that sticks to hair that fell,

And clothes that have a stench
Of smoke, driving you to asphyxiation
As you endeavor to hide from the pulverization

Of aromas that bleed deposits
Into bronchials that hinder
A normal breather.

©️ Malak kalmoni chehab ©️

Poetess, my poetry book, Perfectly Flawed poetry for change, is available on all eplatforms, including Amazon.com

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