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Certificate of Recognition for my poem, Tired Souls

Thank you for the honor and your hard work.

Tired Souls

Isolation is a need for those whose souls are tired”,           Arab scholar

Invent an invisible space, where images are visual.
Solve the need for rest from others in your rest, soul.
Only the lonely express this need for frivolity?
“Late again!” Leaving your space is such agony!
Amid all the yells, shouts, and greetings you are asunder.
Time flies, teaming with work, oozing away time’s happier,
Inevitable progress, that diminishes our secure imaginings.
“Obviously, you’re crazy! Who wants to be alones?”

Never assume that being alone means lonely!

Being alone centers you and helps balance you.
It rejuvenates your ability to listen to inanities that boo
Your mood into a world of  blue!

Being alone helps you heal from long forgotten
Wounds, that bleed till you cauterize their braying
That boo your mood into the blue!

Being alone solidifies your faith,
As you accept your problems as tests of strength,
Your center, alone, is your faith and your strength!
Don’t let the boos send you in a mood of blue!

ยฉ๏ธ Malak kalmoni chehab ยฉ๏ธ

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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Diploma for my poem, Sounds of War

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

Sounds of War

Drum, drum, drum,
Drum the stoned bun,
Turn it around and run.

Drum, drum, drum,
The hum of whizzing stones
Drop like bombs on bones.

Crunch, crunch, crunch,
Rush to flee debris from a thump
That hits the head, and you’re dead! No pomp!

Stomp, stomp, stomp,
On the stoned cement
Fallen from bombardment ..

Cave, cave, cave,
Under the hopelessly inhumane
Conditions of decayed bodies, pain …

Rotting, rotting, rotting
Away in the streets, floors underground
With walls, furniture burying you, never found …

Slowly,ย  slowly,ย  slowly,
Killing you with death around you,
Within you, captivating you in its horror’s view.

Boom, boom, boom,
The shaking, quaking resulting
In fear spreading like bird songs floating …

Wheezing, wheezing, wheezing,
Trying to breathe under the rubble
Is like being buried alive in moving sands in a cuddle.

ยฉ๏ธMalak kalmoni chehab ยฉ๏ธ

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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Diploma for my poem: Sounds of War

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

Sounds of War

Drum, drum, drum,
Drum the stoned bun,
Turn it around and run.

Drum, drum, drum,
The hum of whizzing stones
Drop like bombs on bones.

Crunch, crunch, crunch,
Rush to flee debris from a thump
That hits the head, and you’re dead! No pomp!

Stomp, stomp, stomp,
On the stoned cement
Fallen from bombardment ..

Cave, cave, cave,
Under the hopelessly inhumane
Conditions of decayed bodies, pain …

Rotting, rotting, rotting
Away in the streets, floors underground
With broken walls, furniture burying you, never found …

Slowly, slowly, slowly,
Killing you with death around you,
Within you, captivating you in its horror’s view.

Boom, boom, boom,
The shaking, quaking resulting
In fear spreading like bird songs floating …

Wheezing, wheezing, wheezing,
Trying to breathe under the rubble
Is like being buried alive in moving sands in a cuddle.

ยฉ๏ธ Malak kalmoni chehab ยฉ๏ธ

My poetry book, Perfectly Flawed poetry for change,ย  is available on all eplatforms including Amazon.ย  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 for poem: Clipiti- Clop

Clipity- Clop

Itty bitty feet run around
In a clamor of clip-clops
That resonate in echoes that abound
In a round of clapping shrieking pops

That reverberate with laughter
That lightens the heart of burdens
And a heaviness that cower
When faced with the merry melody of laughter.

Let your Itty bitty feet lead,
Lead you into mischief and solve
Your way out of problems that feed
Your will to be cheery when faced by laws above

Of society that set limitations, in Isolation,
For some, while others run amuck.
Let your glee flee the deadened quiet of conventions
By proving your worth with mirth that gets you unstuck.

ยฉ๏ธ Malak kalmoni chehab ยฉ๏ธ

My poetry book, Perfectly Flawed poetry for change, is available on all eplatforms including Amazon.ย  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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Double Silver Certificate,  poem: Haunted Mansion

I’m always wondrously amazed that my work is being honored by fellow poets.

I’ll apologize to my readers or followers for the darkness of the themes that I’m writing about in the recent months, but they are my outlet for past and present visual trauma of war.

My poetry book, Perfectly Flawed poetry for change, is available on all eplatforms, including Amazon.ย  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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๐Ÿซ…Creation Of A Woman ๐Ÿซ… ๐Ÿ’ƒ๐Ÿ’ƒ๐Ÿ’ƒ๐Ÿ’ƒ๐Ÿ’ƒ ๐Ÿ’ƒWow!*Woman*๐Ÿ’ƒ๐Ÿ’ฉ When God created the woman He worked late on Friday……… ๐ŸงšAn angel came and asked. “Why spend so much time on it?” Replied the God,”Did you see all the specifications, I had to meet in order to design it?” ๐Ÿ’ƒโ— She must function in all kinds of situations. ๐Ÿ’ƒโ— She must be able to adopt several children at once. ๐Ÿ’ƒโ— Have a hug that can heal anything from a bruised knee to a broken heart. ๐Ÿ’ƒโ— She must do it all with just two hands. ๐Ÿ’ƒโ— She heals herself when she is sick and can work 18 hours a day. ๐Ÿงš The angel was impressed “Only two hands”……. impossible! ๐Ÿ’ฉ๐Ÿ‘ธAnd this is the standard model?๐Ÿซ… ๐ŸงšThe angel approached and touched the woman. “But you made her so soft,.” ๐Ÿ’ฉ”She’s soft,” God said, “But I made her strong, You can not imagine what she can endure and overcome” ๐Ÿงš “Can she think?” Asked the angel …Replied the God”Not only can she think, she can reason and negotiate.” ๐Ÿงš The angel touched her cheek ……”God, this piece seems to be leaking! You’ve put too much of a burden on it,” ๐Ÿ’ฉ”She’s not leaking … it’s a tear.” The God corrected the angel … ๐Ÿงš”What is it for?” Asked the angel …… ๐Ÿ’ฉSaid the God “Tears are her way of expressing her sorrow, her doubts, her love, her solitariness, her suffering and her pride.” … ๐Ÿงš It made a great impression on the angel, “God, you’re a genius. You thought of everything, “A truly wonderful woman ” ๐Ÿ’ฉ Said the God, “Indeed she is! ๐Ÿ’ƒโ–  She has the power to amaze a man. ๐Ÿ’ƒโ–  She can handle troubles and carry heavy loads. ๐Ÿ’ƒโ–  She holds happiness, love and opinions. ๐Ÿ’ƒโ–  She smiles when she feels like screaming. ๐Ÿ’ƒโ–  She sings when she feels like crying, cries when she’s happy and laughs when she’s scared. ๐Ÿ’ƒโ–  She fights for what she believes in. ๐Ÿ’ƒโ–  Her love is unconditional…… “Her heart breaks when a relative or friend dies, but she finds the strength to continue living.” ๐ŸงšAngel asked: So she is a perfect being? ๐Ÿ’ฉ The God replied: No. It has only one drawback, “She often forgets what she’s worth.” ๐Ÿ‘‰ Send it to all the women you respect …. And to all the men who respect a woman ๐Ÿ‘๐Ÿ‘ ๐Ÿ’ƒ๐Ÿ’ƒ * Being a woman is invaluable * ๐Ÿ’ฏ๐Ÿ‘๐Ÿผ๐Ÿ˜ƒ๐Ÿ’ƒ๐Ÿ’ƒ ๐Ÿ‘‰*Pass this on to every woman in your touch to make her feel proud of herself.* ๐Ÿ‘ˆ ๐ŸŒน Copyright ยฉยฎ Prince Amb poet Dr prasanna Kumar mohapatra,India. ๐ŸŒท

I came across this and wanted to share the beauty, delicacy, and women’s strength in living a life carrying out many roles in a society that lacks appreciation for all she does.