Poetry for Change
Those poems are featured in the Petal Projections Magazine, and they are an observer’s view of events of the wars around us.
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
Thank you, administrators, for the accolade and your hard work.
Masked Wonder
Dressed in her ivory maskerade ballgown,
Her golden mask, sitting holding a frown,
Wondering carelessly why their return
Was before the clock struck one.
She stands by the shore a glow bathed
Her translucent skin brightly locked
In wonder, as she gazes through the darkened
Sky lit by a brilliant moon and stars, dangled
In clusters, creating images and a haze
Of moving light surrounding the blaze
Of hope and wonder that are cause
For our betterment and flays the craze
Of depression’s loneliness that she
Left behind, as the music was too loud a bee,
She stirs from her pose of repose to see
And appreciate the beauty and comfort that be
Her succor as she contemplates
The dichotomy of a world at wars
While the other lives freely and creates
Memories, while the other loses or dies.
©️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
Lone Leaf Wonderment
As a lone yellowed leaf, I remain,
Hanging precariously onto the branch,
Looking onto the ground, where my vain
Friends have all fallen while greenish, now, out of reach,
They lay on the fallow earth
Blanketing it with their dried crunch,
As passerby ignore their presence ignoring the cloth
That beautified nature, as they stomp them in a bunch.
Lonely, alone, my tears fall unnoticed
As I try to mourn all I’ve lost:
Friends whose radiance has died,
Family whose love has extinguished and thrust
Me, alone, in an unforgiving world,
Where what once was is easily forgotten,
While all those empty voices rise in a cold
Empty entourage who’s lost compassion and been
Swamped with the material world,
Living in solitary confinement,
On a schedule that bind
More then prison bars in an accoutrement
To integration in a society, powerless
To make a change in their community
As technology and self-isolation progress
Towards being captivated by superficiality
Of surviving rather than living
In faith, hope, their power and force,
Naturally protect believers in believing
In the existence of hope and communal peace.
©️ 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.
http://www.amazon.ca/Perfectly-Flawed-poetry-Malak-Kalmoni/dp/1525582518
Breathe Through The Blood
I’m drowning in blood,
Blood of families blown asunder,
Asunder. Limbs and heads loll,
Loll, broken, decapitated, bloody,
Bloody from arteries leaking,
Leaking from wounds, impossible,
Impossible to tend, as hospitals,
Hospitals have lost the ability to heal,
Heal thousands of extreme wounds,
Wounds teaching ‘How to breathe,
Breathe under water’ and blood, swim freely,
Freely through the morass of corpses,
Corpses dismembered in bombs,
Bombs used to spread fear,
Fear for the need to survive,
Survive another day of massacres,
Massacres in refugee camps,
Camps made of flimsy tents,
Tents made of canvas easily destroyed,
Destroyed by a breeze, flammable with fire,
Fire that burns all to smithereens.,
Smithereens and shards of pagers,
Pagers and phones turned to bombs,
Bombs that made it necessary to remove,
Remove patients’ eyes, that traumatized,
Traumatized surgeons whose job,
Job is to help their patients survive,
Survive, yes, but with which abilities?
©️ 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
Thank you, administrators, for the accolade and your hard work.
Children’s Hunger
Famine, hunger in such young eyes
Makes your heart flutter and cries
Out for the injustice of their plight
Where food is scarce and working is a fight
Among brothers, sisters, kin to survive,
Survive with enough only to strive
The next day, another forage, another clash,
To sustain an entire family in a brush
….
Children growing old before their time in fine
Slithers of hope that shine
Through black clouds of hopeless brine,
Brine of depression’s hold that flogs
The will to survive another empty stomach that bogs
Their thinking process to when’s
…..
©️ 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
Thank you, administrators, for the accolade and your hard work.
Wish for Peace
Shooting stars streak into the darkened sky,
The child sees the streak of light and wishes on it to fly.
Deafening silence is followed by bombings. Try…
As they might by explosions of a deathly
Reign that attempt to hide deception vainly.
As time flows, the adult child now has the same experience
In explosions and debris leading to fear,
That shakes my protective nature for my children in dance.
The flowing steps of which are a journey to independence …
Bombs, missiles, guns, rifles, tanks, drones,
So many more tools of today and of yore
Have been used to claim land that is not your.
We fight the other, who fights underhandedely,
By pitting family and kin on opposing sides,
Corrupting those in power, fueling their zeal
For even greater superiority on those weaker.
Fowler measures are taken and the torturer
Brings blood to the fore, enjoying his demonic
Need for supremacy over those only praying
For survival, peace, health, and prosperity.
What cleanses the masochist’s need for power,
Striving to worsen the pain for all, in order
To hold down the fort on the throne of the prevailer
Who siphons the people’s money for him to be wealthier.
When will we break this cycle of corruption,
Starvation, enslavement, fraud, degradation,
And immortality? Where does the negation
Of super powers leave us? In constant vibration
Not knowing where the next blow will drop from,
Nor what lifestyle will be adopted in th coming storm.
Living in th ‘twilight zone ‘ is very unnerving,
People live on stress and adapting.
©️Malak kalmoni chehab ©️
This poem is also in the print magazine, Petal Projections issue 8.
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
UBIQUITOUS
U nder the viral trends of social media,
B usy bees are seldom at rest, they consume
I nfinite videos, news- real or fake-, cartoons,
Q uibbling over media’s contexts, profits,
U ndeniable effects of dehumanization of
I ndomitable spirits of warriors, believers,
T raveling together a road filled with distress
O mnipresent in their daily lives, as their struggles are shown as
U biquitous, acceptable even as one sees their
S tarvation, amputations, and orphans, smiling still.
©️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
On the first year anniversary of the war in P@l3st1ne, Alien Buddha Press is reminding us of our need to keep our humanity by speaking about the persecution of said people. I wrote another poem on P@l3st1ne that is about pictures that have stuck a chord within me, that I can’t shake because the injustice is against children, babies, and infants. Those are the greatest victims of any war, as when they survive, the trauma of what they’ve been through has to be carried, and it feels like a very heavy burden. 😕
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
A week out of a Sci-Fi movie has been playing on our TV screens, where pagers and communication devices explode at random places: grocery stores, homes, shops, and more. According to a surgeon in Beirut, she has had to remove eyes surgically for more people than she could count. This has traumatized not only her but also the victims whose lives are now altered completely. They have to relearn how to be a part of society with a great handicap. The horror doesn’t end there, though, it continues with the bombardment of Beirut, and the majority of the victims are children.
The irony is that the attacker has the ability to target an exact place, but they chose not to, rather, going for maximum destruction, as usual.
It’s interesting that it has taken the world a year of outright murder, ethnic cleansing, genocide, and outright destruction for it to start responding to the attacks.
The greatest irony is that the 21rst is the International Day for Peace, and while that is on the world calendar for things needed to be achieved, people are being murdered without facing the consequences of their actions.
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
Thank you administrators for the honor 🎖
The Cycle of Life
Life, birth, wedding, and death
Are the closed cycle of life’s
Unending strive to surmount its stresses.
The closed circle cycles in an infinite loop
Starting with an infant, needing an endless group
To help with the raising of those so dependent.
Youth and the need for friendship and peers
Is the first of many changes rolling fears
Into those struggling with new responsibilities.
Adults have to balance the circles
Of friends, family, spouse, collegues, and babes
Creating an equilibrium that feeds their joy’s
Rather than their emptiness, loneliness.
Seniors bend and flex back into a state
Of infancy, dependency, and put a stake
In what they perceive as the end, death.
But is death an end or a start?
Does the cycle end?
Or is it perpetuated in a new bend
That begins after one’s end?
What comes first: the beginning or the ending
The egg or the chicken, the mother or child?
Where does it all really end?
©️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
