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Double Gold Certificate

I’m flabbergasted by the honor of this certificate for my poem: Athena, based on a picture prompt.

Athena

Her resplendent beauty gleams
In the raven sky, her star shines
Brighter with her golden armor, protective
Of her vulnerabilities, as she needs to survive.
Its glow is there to strive
To outlast the unbeliever who stirs the hive.

Her might glistens and reverberates
Throughout her vicinity, vindictive as it propels
Instability, division, dissention, and war!
Booming war cries echo their strengths, none bar
Her entry, as she subjugates those weaker
Through fear and magic of her glittery armor.

Those whose insolence is hidden behind their
Camouflage of piety, are two, three faced, where
They keep their dissonance locked,
So their perfidy is unexpected,
And the humbleness nothing but beguiled
Discourse that pleases the open hearted.

Beware of those wearing lambskin,
But are in reality cutthroats whose noggin
Is an empty shell that requires
It to be filled by others to act out wars.

©️ Malak kalmoni chehab ©️

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

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The Warrior

Her helmet, a squelettal head,
Adorns her brows and forehead.
Her eyes, oh her eyes, windows
To her hardened soul, throws
A challenge to her opponent
To stand down, die, or be subservient.

Her breathtaking beauty will tempt,
But it’s feared as it’s a construct
For those who oppose her will.
Her lithe, seductively attired body is full
Of pernicious intent teetering
On the precipice of justice’s peppering.

Her darkened eyes, bright with
Evil’s pretensions seeping bliss
In veins dripping toxic poisons
That leek from lush, glistening roses
That spew hatred and dissention
That needs to be dismantled in provision

For the lives that are destroyed by
Her delicate sword wielding hands that fly.

©️ Malak kalmoni chehab ©️

Autor of poetry book, Perfectly Flawed.

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

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Autumn, fall

What is your favorite season of year? Why?

It’s the season when leaves fall and the changing colors in the scenery is breathtaking. The reds, oranges, yellows, browns, and greens are such a wondrous eye opener for the time when things fall, they then take the time to slumber, rejuvenate, and soak up nutrients of the fall. Never fear, after each fall, there’s a renewal that’s even more astounding in its diversity that calls itself mother nature.

Love its moods, strengths,and giving nature that gives us clean air, beauty, and a healthy respect for mother’s power over us.

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Deception

Exert from my poetry book, Perfectly Flawed. Available on all eplatforms. https:///Perfectly-Flawed-poetry-Malak-Kalmoni-ebook/dp/B092YT6QX6/ref=mp_s_a_1_1

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Ode to Indigenous Victims

Couldn’t type! Besides with writing it out, I can edit when it’s complete! All those victims of abuse of Indigenous genres: raise your voices together! Only then will they make any change happen!

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Peaceful Palestine?

The terror drives their heart beats into a drum

A drummer erasing your life and turning it into a bum.

Sirens, louder than your heart’s drum,

Blare out the need to evaluate the slum.

Run, run, run faster, faster still, jump

Into the bomb shelter for fear of being a lump

On the street, another cadaver hacked in a frump.

Blood stains the streets, cars, homes, and fields

That sustain the rebellion that fights oppressives.

In a vain attempt to eradicate the beliefs

I look around, children, women, elderly, youth,

All strewn like rag dolls, puppets on strings! Truth,

They are victims of unending war for territory of faith.

What a scam, lark, lie, brainwashing schemes,

Imposing your will on others!

Keep them weak, hungry, and hopeless,

As you stomp on their rights! Bleed them,

It’s the last foray into unknow, dread for them

Terrors testify that the drum itself is to be feared. For them

Is a way of life!

Well then, do something to end the strife!

That’s no way to live a life!