Being a Saint is boring, Always the good deeds, never frowning, Yet we know that your aim Is to be the best and claim Sainthood, but knowing that your Humanity is your downfall, emotions a chore To suppress, overcome your vulnerability That’s inculcated in your DNA, not a probability Rather a truth that needs accepting, Acknowledging its veracity by proclaming That Sainthood is goal, unachievable But still you try to reach the possible.
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.
Being a Saint is boring, Always the good deeds, never frowning, Yet we know that your aim Is to be the best and claim Sainthood, but knowing that your Humanity is your downfall, emotions a chore To suppress, overcome your vulnerability That’s inculcated in your DNA, not a probability Rather a truth that needs accepting, Acknowledging its veracity by proclaming That Sainthood is goal, unachievable But still you try to reach the possible.
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.
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.
Malak Kalmoni. Chehab Superb descriptive and advisory poem, Malak, about dealing with fear, the mind killer. It’s wonderfully clever how you show that each of these approaches to fear are complicated, not at all easy. We try to breathe, we hear our fears in our thumping heartbeats. We try to think, we’re confused by impulses to both flee and fight. We try to act, results are so uncertain, we may feel frozen. Excellent images, poetic form, poignant phrases and use of capitals. You are a true master of alliteration. “Morass of a lack of logic,” ” haloed heartbeats,” and “feasting feverishly” are wonderful! By, Linda Powers O’Dell
Thank you for the honor and your hard work
FEAR, BREATHE, THINK, ACT
FEAR Fear: fast heart beats feasting feverishly Every time fear ramps serotonin quickly, Amply avid in avoiding pain, fastidious in Remaining alive to tell the tale of FEAR. FEAR
BREATHE … Barely breathing, the brain astoundingly Reveals its respiratory ease, by reviewing Every fear, entering the data, waiting Another moment for analysis, wading, Through the morass of a lack of logic, Hearing only haloed heartbeats, heaving. Eternally aware of time flowing: BREATHE. BREATHE ..
THINK … Through and push through thinking Halves my reasoning, homing only on survival Instead of clarity of thought, Never receiving the memo of Knowing that ‘fight or flight’ is all in a knot. THINK. THINK …
ACT … Actively, arduously permitting action that Covers slippery seconds of being frozen, while Time reveals your success, failure, and your missing fervor. ACT …
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.
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.
Her home is made of glass, Glass bottle that only bubbles, Bubbles with her emotions, bottled, Bottled up from fear, Fear of a release that’ll explode, Explode in shards of glass, Glass that’ll embed in skin, Skin that’s thin, easily penetrated, Penetrated, fragile, vulnerable, Vulnerable to injuries physical, emotional, Emotional that devastate the psyche, Psyche where trauma resides, Resides in the our hearts, Hearts that decay with anger, Anger that makes us decimated in hunger, Hunger for peace that’ll turn, Turn her glass paradigm into solid, Solid unpenatrable armor, Armor that protects, unbreakable, Unbreakable when faced with difficulties, Difficulties of life that pulverize, Pulverize the heart and mind, Mind that needs peace to reside calm.
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.
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.
Malak Kalmoni. Chehab Fantastic poem, Malak! Yes, we should cry out our emotions, our fears and frustrations. (By doing do we learn more about what we’re going through.) Sharing our pains encourages others to do the same. Excellent turn of focus created by your wordplay on “pyre” and “lyre.” For all our “degrading fears,” there is hope of triumph, a great harmony within awaiting. We only have to listen and sing the angelic tune. I love your use of the musical refrain, very like Shakespeare. Excellent poem!! By Linda Powers O’Dell
Regrets Fly
Flaming fever fires fly, Fly into the night sky, Raise your voice and cry. Fal la la la la la
Cry out your emotion, Feelings of despair, confusion, Give them free reign to perception, Fa la la la la la
Share to teach so others Express sensations plaguing their powers Of cheer that ends in tears, Fa la la la la
Tears of lament whose fire Burns hotter than the sun’s pyre, Yet, prevailing over them in great success is a lyre Fa la la la la
Lyre of angelic tunes create harmony From within, reveling in the conspiracy Of triumphing over degrading fears of being followers. Fa la la la la
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 2025.
His mahogany cello is tightly embraced, He cradles the bow as its wolf tones Create an echo into the roiling waves, tones That crest and dip into an abyss forced
To struggle with the undertow To rise and be heard. Its metronomes Have a tempo that moves feelings, homes For emotions that crawl out of the flow
Of notes composed and diligently Played to tell a story of heartache that’s As old as time, yet, it’s everlasting plots, Themes still apply today. So play, soar like a butterfly
From the cello’s strings, emote The chaos within, share its thrill As you play the emotions of the audience that fill Your mind’s eye even if they’re absent. So gloat
In your supremacy in affecting People’s empathy, humanity Through simple notes that fly Into the breeze with ease and humility.
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.
All art is a view of life perceived Through the eye of the artist who Interprets his emotional response through The media of art he drew and traveled Into his world of choice where illusion, Pink tinted glasses, or blackened ones, are a division
Only the artist can create within the piece Of art that he sees in his mind’s eye, Reproduces it, and there’s always the fly That’s never as exact as the vision, a place
Where flexibility, imagination run rampant But can be recreated perfectly, So the artist’s interpretation of life’s study Is always in perfidy that’s recalcitrant.
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.
Poetry for Change 