Butterfly, butterfly fly around white, White, orange reaching out to fly, Fly on angel wings like the butterfly, Butterfly of varied hues give the kiss Kiss of pollination in spring, Spring as life rejuvenates in a painter’s Painter’s palette, whose colors Colors fall short of the Creator’s creations.
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.
‘In the garden where secrets grow, Colors dance in a vibrant show’ As secrets grow in each blossom Where rainbowed hues bloom
In varieties that astound the eye Hidden from the sight of those who fly By seeing only tangible beauty, while This garden can only be perceived with the guile
Of childhood’s ingenuity that discerns Patterns unseen by those whose senses Have dulled with time. So, the child finds The key that opens a doorway to gardens
Of Eden where the flytrap behaves Like a pet, while the Cobra Lily heaves Bubbles filled with rainbows that strive To seep into the world with endless hope to give
The Death Camasa flair of colored scents Dazzle the olfactory glands in a bid to circumventing Its natural toxicity, for the child only sees beauty While adults fear the unknown blindly.
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 How exuberant, Malak, a glorious ode to the joy of autumn! It’s wonderful how you encourage the reader to fly free, to be adventurous, rejuvenated. That’s a lovely irony since spring is typically invoked. Then you inspire us to become a brightening star like the sun and to be lighthearted, not to melt and burn, but to brighten the world in liberating fun. Your entire poem has the most wonderful feeling of a rising sun, the “flame of life.” By Linda Powers O’Dell
Fall Sunset
The flaming sun burnishes the sky With reds and oranges Spilling over tree tops Like a flame of life; let go and Fly!
Fly like the falling leaf strewn Into an adventure to adorn The grounds with its fragility Rejuvenation and transiency.
Fly into the rutilant shine, Shining brighter than the setting Or rising sun, know that you’re fine And unequivocally a star brightening
Those around you with greater Influence, power than any sun Whose heat melts those closer, While you, you brighten the sphere for fun.
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.
The poem does fit the *Christmas Lights* theme— it mentions “blinking lights,” “green, red, blue, whites” that “twinkle at nights,” and paints a picture of a festive city glowing with those lights. Even though the piece drifts into heavier, more personal reflections on stress, loneliness, and gossip, the opening imagery of lights and the festive setting keeps it anchored to the theme.
Painted roofs On a cold day, running like hoofs, Their brilliant shine, It’s just fine Surrounded by pine Covered in blinking lights Green, red, blue, whites That twinkle at nights Giving rise to hope For a future where you don’t mope, Fall into depression Caused by holiday celebration That cost a liver, kidney, That you can’t live without the key Of life, for cheer revokes Loneliness, sadness that provokes Moodiness, violent cakes Falling apart As you built a life that makes You proud of your veneer That never touches ethics that peer Within, making you stronger For your life is lighter As most stress is caused By gossip’s ear, whose vanity paused To try and emulate what others had.
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.
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.
Who am I? I’m orange, oblong, striped, And used by Cinderella’s Fairy godmother in a chariot Fit for a princess!
Who am I? I’m still orange, some yellow, Others green and pear like, It’s used with a scarecrow To scare off birds and scavengers, kite Like in their freedom to perch, alone.
Who am I? I’m the perfect accoutrement To Thanksgiving dinners with Joy, appreciation, laughter that comment On the importance of being together with our breath Mingling with loved ones in a moment we treasure.
Who am I? I’m the unsung hero of Thanksgiving Used in sweet and savory dishes Used as a lamp for decoration of living Homes who create a world of grinches, Monsters, ghosts, and gools for entertaining.
Birendu Kumar Sinha Country.. India Collab with Malak of Canada 🇨🇦 #RainbowOfHope
CURVE OF RAINBOW ARC 🌈
Behold the rainbow in the long dark night With seven colours glowing bright When darkness encircles all around Nothing is visible no humanity found Rainbow appears with light of hope For a drowning man it is a saving rope
My cottage of existence is in turmoil My patience and faith is a vicious trial In distress I need power of resistance Keep my cool never lose my patience I need resilience to bear loss and pain Sunshine comes after stormy rain
Hope shall show you your destined way Bring bright sunshine after a rainy day A tunnel appears with light at the end My moribund hope to rainbow ascend Dispel life’s gloom illumine deep dark What a miracle this curving lightened arc
Pierce through clouds and move along Behold rainbow of hope and feel strong
As the brilliantly colored rainbow shines Over the besieged, abyssimal land in fines Of colors that lighten the wary spirit As it moves from chaos’ reign into a spit Of lava that builds heat without thunder A slow wave that crackles a body asunder
As the surges ripple around in brine And fire, depravity reigns its evil pine Over mankind’s mind, littering It with success, money, fame, sporting Them as badges of honor, empty Of faith, values that combat immorality.
As the rainbow shines its might, It reaches within the shadows and fight The oppressive power of trends that cement Disorder, debaucher, chaos, that fragment The tender soul into Humpty’s Dumpty Pieces impossible to put back as they’re empty
Of value reflected in the colored rainbow That shines its brilliance, it’s never cowed.
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.
Poetry for Change 