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‘Wish for Peace’, a poem accepted for publication

‘Wish for Peace’ is a poem reflecting on the genocide that we’re all bearing witness to. The images, sounds, emotions, fear, PTSD from bombardments’ effects, aggression, loss of entire families, murder of journalists, and much more are the basis for my ‘Wish for Peace’, not for me, but for them.

Enclosed is an exert of the poem:

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Their children to schools
With filled bellies of fresh food
Sprinkled with life giving water that drools
In honor of a wish for peace that stood

On the doorstep waiting, waiting …

©️ Malak kalmoni chehab ©️

Poetess, author of poetry book,Perfectly Flawed poetry for change, that’s available on all eplatforms, including Amazon.com.

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

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Platinum Certificate, Wish for Peace

Wish for Peace

The fragile beauty of the dandelion
In my hand, whose grip on land
Dares you to eradicate its presence in Zion
As it spreads through the wish for peace to lend

A hand to those in need of a blend
Of peace in their days of suffering
Without end.
Wish for peace for them to send

Their children to schools
With filled bellies of fresh food
Sprinkled with life giving water that drools
In honor of a wish for peace that stood

On the doorstep waiting, waiting
Patiently for humanity’s response
To help save those whose beliefs, never straying,
Empowers their wish for peace

For a new generation without
The need to revisit the trauma of today’s
Dire escalations of genocides in a bout
Of cataclysmic fear whose only wish is for peace.

©️ Malak kalmoni chehab ©️

Poetess, author of poetry book, Perfectly Flawed poetry for change, that’s available on all eplatforms, including Amazon.com

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

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Certificate of excellence, Drum Roll, Die

Drum Roll, Die 

Life’s dreams of roses and colored glasses
Have been assassinated by explosions,
Devastation, destruction of homes and gardens,
Where flowers and innocence grew.
In their place, fog, smog, smoke spew
Chocking breaths and arrest hearts that drew
Their last drummer’s beat and fell in death’s pew.
When will their year of restitution
Come to being a realization?
When will they experience the exhiliration
Of being free without groveling?
When will their neighborhoods be overflowing,
Rehousing them, others, a community not governing?

Patience, faith, and unity will invariably
Win the fray always knowing the end is ‘liberty’
While social development soars accordingly.


©️ Malak kalmoni chehab ©️

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Cycle of Time, Silver Certificate of excellence

Cycle of Time

Sands of time start with a babe’s
Conception of sperm and ovules,
Its development takes time;
Birth is a necessary hardship for the crime
Of having a babe to nurture and instill
Ethics, beliefs that take root
And can’t be uprooted by a boot.
Into adulthood, it grows and will fill

The shoes that were too large,
But now, too tight as it’s surpassed its cage,
Soared to become a leader, humane
In treatment of others and transcend the bane
Of chaotic filled desires that blinds
Your progress. In time, you’ll regress
Into infancy’s needs while powerless to halt the demise
Of what you’ve forged, ending up loose sands.

©️Malak kalmoni chehab ©️

My poetry book, Perfectly Flawed poetry for change, is available on all eplatforms, including Amazon

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

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Death’s Door, Certificate of Excellence

Death’s Door

The time for death is near,
Near the hearth of family,
Family, whose the sole perpetrator,
Perpetrator of unconditional love.
Love, that’s the ravager of loneliness,
Loneliness that drives despair,
Despair, that’s the cultivator
Cultivator of dispossessed souls,
Souls that needed love, received brutality.
Brutality that’s emotional and physical,
Physical breaks that takes ages,
Ages to mend, but never overcome,
Overcome completely the degradation,
Degradation of Death’s door that opens
Opens for all aggressors who’ve torn,
Torn away at your confidence.
Confidence that you rip out of their palms,
Palms that are covered in blood,
Blood of the innocent who survived,
Survived hell on earth and won,
Won the war over death’s door.

©️Malak kalmoni chehab ©️

Perfectly Flawed poetry for change, my book is on the finalist list for the Canadian Book Club Awards.

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

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Happy Thanksgiving

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Thankful for all I have, and never

Hate others for having more.

Another year and my appreciation grows

Never stopping its exponential climb.

Kneeling before GOD, the only, 

Serving one another the way

GOD commanded us to be brothers,

Including love of all, while

Vying for HIS benevolence as we

Inquire about the reasoning for events

Glorifying death, murder, and immorality.

©️Malak kalmoni chehab ©️

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Prison and/ or Liberty

“I, a bird from a confined prison, sings for liberation because of the death of liberty.” Mayyu Hamim

When the power of the pen is stronger than the image it represents, people start accepting their confined prison as their only reality.  However, when a people have been confined for decades, their only recourse is no longer humanity’s humanitarian help, but rather a spiritual one, where they rely on justice in the afterlife instead of that of politicians.

For all those who’ve been murdered unnecessarily in Congo, Somalia, Palestine, Bosnia/ Herzegovina, India, Rohinga, and many more, our hearts are bleeding with yours. Plus, if my only contribution is a word, poem, or comment here or there, excuse my powerlessness in the face of global economies that rule our world.

Author of Perfectly Flawed poetry for change

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

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History of the Victor

What historical event fascinates you the most?

Each historical event is told from the victor’s perspective. That, unfortunately, always overlooks the degradation, destruction, inhumane treatment of the ‘other’, and the installation of a way of thinking that reduces the aggressed to a creature that lacks human characteristics. Examples of this are historically documented, from the Romans, Moguls, British, French, and more recently German, Russia, and Israel. They all invaded, divided, conquered, then they leave with their stamp that is un-erasable, as they instill a belief in the conquered that they are less than the conqueror in: civilization, language, religion, knowledge…

I’d like a version of history that’s unbiased, just, honest in its retelling of historical facts and events that occurred, rather than the beautified/ bastardized versions taught in schools that promote and propagate the conqueror’s agenda.

Below are links to my poetry book, Perfectly Flawed poetry for change, and an anthology that has one of my poems:

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

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Peace Certificate of Excellence

PEACE

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Please pray and provide peaceful
Elemental needs for those in danger of
Armed military conquests, who
Convene to critically splice countries to support their
Economies and spread fear of their power.

©️ Malak kalmoni chehab ©️

Author of Perfectly Flawed poetry for change

https://www.amazon.ca/Perfectly-Flawed-poetry-Malak-Kalmoni/dp/1525582518
‘Oh Woman’ published in Gival press issue 187

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A Triple Bronze Certificate

Death’s Light

Dark,
Razor sharp,
Claws of nails torn,
Horns of hell adorn
The souls of evils that step
Into the obscure, winding well to help
Those damned souls to reach
The pinprick of light breach
The diabolic breath, laugh,
Full of a pestilent cuff,
Shadowy death,
Lingering,
Stealing
Life
Turned
To death.
Dark.

Light,
Souls so bright,
Cleave the way to flight.
Soar in a cyclone’s might,
Into a haven of promised delight.
Tell your tale in whispers fiery
In their warmth and stealthy
In their fight against deviltry,
Whose hold is sturdy
But crumbles
When faced
With
Light.

©️Malak kalmoni chehab ©️