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Review, accolade, and 3rd place for my poem, We Did Everything

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We Did Everything

We did all we could …
Yet, genocide is as deadly as beheading,
Death is as real as your breathing,
Living is as traumatic as a horrifying cloud.

We did all we could …
But child amputees are running marathons
To survive but another day as pawns
Of politics that’s gross as it hammered

That “We did all we could”, clause
That left pregnant mothers to die,
Elderly to fry in fire’s explosive dye,
Fathers to be scattered in pieces in cruel cries

That “We did all we could”, was
Said to assuage politicians’ conscious
While knowing their endeavors were shackled in pious
Prison, whose doctrine permits rapes,

Whose haze in, “We did all we could”,
Evaporates in the fog of time that flies
Without scheduling its prime in trauma that cries
Out to be understood, yet, their voices loud

And proud in the hopeful quagmire of guilt
Of surviving, whole or not, presses
In the abyss of despair where hopeless
Orphaned, erased families, press to built.

©️Malak kalmoni chehab ©️
Simile: line:  1, 2, 3, 7
Oxymoron: line: 14
Synesthesia: line: 21

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

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Accolade and Review  for my poem, Upheaval

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Upheaval

Coup d’état! Civil Unrest!
Rebellion against a colonizer, a pest,

Businesses men, family men
Gathering together are arrested, put in a pen,

No pillow, blanket, toilet, only a feast
Of roaches, ants, creepy crawler beast

Of fear, for men who get no rest.
Seeing my dad get arrested was a great test

For an 8 year old girl, whose lack 
Of understanding of politics didn’t give a frack

About all that, what I did care about
Was security,  family,  cousins, who had clout

But whose men were all indisposed,
So, women and children traveled

Away to reduce the stress on the men.
What about me, us? Noone asked and couldn’t ken

That the upheaval was traumatic,
But none spoke of it, rather it was repeated in frantic

Run to another border, unhygienic bathroom,
Food, Unfamiliar, on the go, speeding away from

Bullets ricochet in the Sky, while explosions
Rock the buildings around us. Decisions

On the fly got us safely to a country,
Safe, at that time, then traveled to London, fully

Anticipating another run, but, we spent
Ramadan there with friends before being sent

On another plane, to Canada, immigration,
What a fiction of safety needing integration

To survive, but beliefs, ethics strive
To cause trouble in the hive

That western society creates
For immigrants needing a place to forgets,

As trauma continues its hold, bold
In its fight to take root, but I won’t, under it, fold.

©️ 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

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4th Place for my poem, Thunder Clap

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Rhyme, Metaphor,  Epistroph

Thunder CLAP

Thunder clap, clap, clap,
Rip and roar, rev my heart, heart,
Into a thunderous beat, beat,
That trembles along my feet, feet.

Thunder clap, clap, clap,
Lightning flashes followed, followed,
By a horrifying growl, loud, loud,
Louder, shaking my rest as I become lead, lead.

Thunder clap, clap, clap,
You sound like an explosion, explosion,
Rocking the ground in your exposition, exposition,
Of a world alight with trauma’s revision, revision.

Thunder clap, clap, clap,
As the ground quakes in your wake, wake,
I gather my courage trying not to break, break,
My move for fear of what lies awake, awake.

Thunder clap,  clap, clap,
Light my way so you can sway, sway,
My worries into slumber, away, away,
From any darkened abyss that can flay, flay.

©️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

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Diploma for my poem, Oh Dove

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Oh Dove

Oh ye peaceful dove,
Soar into freedom’s embrace,
Share your innocence and grace,
Share beauty that one can’t replace,

Hover over those whose hope:
Has perished in a land of explosives,
Has disintegrated with skin that dissolves
From chemicals that strain lives

With loss that’s Insurmountable,
While death is the sea they wade
In, suffering is the breath that’s made
Of toxins that suffocate, all have laid

A foundation for hopelessness.
Yet, the dove, still, waves its banner
Of aspirations for a future greater
Than the sum of deadly crater

That entombs the unbeliever
Who’s given up a future plan
He can not imagine in the peril that glean
A harvest of emptiness when life’s élan

Is a more powerful force of
Life alongside the price of a knife.

©️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

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Diploma for my poem: Sounds of War

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Sounds of War

Drum, drum, drum,
Drum the stoned bun,
Turn it around and run.

Drum, drum, drum,
The hum of whizzing stones
Drop like bombs on bones.

Crunch, crunch, crunch,
Rush to flee debris from a thump
That hits the head, and you’re dead! No pomp!

Stomp, stomp, stomp,
On the stoned cement
Fallen from bombardment ..

Cave, cave, cave,
Under the hopelessly inhumane
Conditions of decayed bodies, pain …

Rotting, rotting, rotting
Away in the streets, floors underground
With broken walls, furniture burying you, never found …

Slowly, slowly, slowly,
Killing you with death around you,
Within you, captivating you in its horror’s view.

Boom, boom, boom,
The shaking, quaking resulting
In fear spreading like bird songs floating …

Wheezing, wheezing, wheezing,
Trying to breathe under the rubble
Is like being buried alive in moving sands in a cuddle.

©️ 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

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Certificate of Appreciation for my poem

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Deafening Silence

The scariest sound is that of a silenced time
In nature, while you’re in the midst
Of a storm, the eye is ‘calm before the storm’

…
To the strident cacophony of howling winds that feast

…
Although the event’s transient accoutrements
Leave a world in chaos as it dissipates over land.
The wreckage of homes and possessions aren’t contents

….

Lives scattered into the sands of time as they bust
Through their raucous imprisonment with cheer
And optimism that has no end but in a bright burst.

Let your home be centered around you,
Making it transportable and new, as you
Enjoy its flimsy, distraught center in a cue.

©️ 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