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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 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.

©️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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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.

©️ 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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Accolade for my poem,  Fall Sunset

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.

As I walk in the fall streets
Littered with crunchy leaves,
Their stories resound in steps
As their strength comes back in springs

Relating of their journey
Into the soil, hibernating as a key
To Invigorate the ground with nutrients
That’ll help rekindle their growth into beauties.

©️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 Excellence for my poem: Fiery Fall

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

Fiery Fall

Colors of fiery fall feed your
Feelings of fierce freedom
Flowing with the blowing,
Air around all aflurry,
In its need to breathe in
The sweetest air keeping you alive.

I let the fleeting breeze
Run up my sleeve, it
Sneaks up my armpit,
As easily as you please,
Surges through me, lifting,
Roaming around, finding pause
To circle, freely, around my breast,
Neck, and head. Stealth is best,
As I fly where the wind will rest.

As the sweeping air embraces
Me with its wonders,
I steal a peek, and my heart stutters,
At the fire leaping from the leaves,
Whose colors turn from yellow,
Burnished greens, rust, blood red,
Burgundy, all flit around my head
Leaping from tree top
To tree top, to bush, to flower,
To weed, to soil, nourishing
All with its slow hover
That steals your breath in awe
At the splendor of the fleeting fall critter.

©️ 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 Excellence for my poem: Fiery Fall

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

Fiery Fall

Colors of fiery fall feed your
Feelings of fierce freedom
Flowing with the blowing,
Air around all aflurry,
In its need to breathe in
The sweetest air keeping you alive.

I let the fleeting breeze
Run up my sleeve, it
Sneaks up my armpit,
As easily as you please,
Surges through me, lifting,
Roaming around, finding pause
To circle, freely, around my breast,
Neck, and head. Stealth is best,
As I fly where the wind will rest.

As the sweeping air embraces
Me with its wonders,
I steal a peek, and my heart stutters,
At the fire leaping from the leaves,
Whose colors turn from yellow,
Burnished greens, rust, blood red,
Burgundy, all flit around my head
Leaping from tree top
To tree top, to bush, to flower,
To weed, to soil, nourishing
All with its slow hover
That steals your breath in awe
At the splendor of the fleeting fall critter.

©️ 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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5 favorite fruits

List your top 5 favorite fruits.

My 5 favorite fruits:

Mango, pineapple,  and papaya as each one reminds me of my childhood in Ghana.  Plus, their sweet flavor and juicy flavors always leave a wondrous taste in your mouth. Apples are my go to fruit, I love the crunch, sweet and tangy combination that makes you salivate for more.  Finally, oranges are a reminder of my grandmother’s, mother, and mother-in-law  who all enjoyed eating them.

So which is my favorite? It’s a mood thing. I believe my mood dictates my preferences,  very much like when I’m craving chocolate!

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