echoes – Poetry for Change

Certificate of Distinction for my poem, Mother, Inner Voice

Thank you for the honor and your hard work.

Mother, Inner Voice

Your mother’s voice echoes
In your mind, always reminding
You of her love, support, never abscomding
When difficulties arise but throws

Her power, a heated, weighted blanket
That smothers away the pain
As though it never happened, a grain
Of annoyance, no more, for she’s a banquet

Of facets that thrive on discontent
For she’s the glue that holds
Your fractured parts within her folds
Of love, bolstering your confident

Side, propelling you into decisions
That keep you moving forward.
Her time, efforts are, at times, unappreciated
For her honesty cuts deeper than a scalpel’s precisions.

Make sure that when the time
Comes, you’re by her side, supporting
Her as she did you, for youth’s trembling
Dissipates into old age and puts her in a frame.

©️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

Accolade and Review for my poem, Why not ‘Wake Up’

Malak Kalmoni. Chehab Excellent reveille by a poem, Malak; it’s high time that we wake up to the suffering and inequality of this world. By repeating your refrain after every line in the first stanza, you create a powerful sense of urgency; you emphasize each travesty in need of redress. In your third stanza you address our consciences directly as you commend being humane empathetic and compassionate. I note your focus on “colonial consumerism,” no argument here, although almost all governments are inclined to exploit the resources owned by others. Justice and equality should indeed be our twin North stars. Superb poem, bravo!! By Linda Powers O’Dell

Thank you for the honor and your hard work

Why Not ‘Wake Up’?

‘Wake Up’,
The world Is in chaos,
‘Wake Up’
The colonizer is a killer,
‘Wake Up’
The losses keep adding up,
‘Wake Up’
The deafening silence is complicit,
‘Wake Up’
You’re made to feel helpless
‘Wake Up’
Your job is to be aware
‘Wake Up’
Your job is to speak out
‘Wake Up’
Your job is to make others aware

‘Wake Up’
‘Wake Up’
‘Wake Up’

Your conscious is knocking,
Let it in, it’ll remind you of being
Humane, empathetic, compassionate, striving
To ‘Wake Up’ others with you collecting
Them one at a time, uniting, growing,
In voice and power of the many, balancing
The scale of colonial consumerism compacting
Your goals into a materialistic being
Rather than a human feeling
Others’ plight, and appreciating,
With certitude, what you have as striking
In its simplicity and safety, conquering
The world with justice and equality without blubbering.

Wake Up,
Wake Up,
Wake Up.

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.

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