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Accolade for my poem,  Fate Follows Slowly

Malak Kalmoni. Chehab “Silence is silently golden” is wonderful tmesis,  Malak. This revision emphasizes how the benefits of silence are also silent. Congratulations on such a complex, profound poem. Ambition is a tricky thing. Without it how can we progress? But do we want to live hounded for a few moments of elevation? Should feelings of inferiority be our motivation for defying destiny? To fill the blackish emptiness, to escape masochistic scorching pursuits, requires more than polish. To sit alone is silence may be the ultimate solace. Powerful, impressive poem with awesome tempo and rhymes! By, Linda Powers O’Dell

Thank you for the honor and your hard work.

Fate Follows Slowly

Silence is silently golden and craves
Quiet to fulfill its quiet role
Where falling for the coal
That burns your soul and paves

The way to hounding healing hell
That elevates your status momentarily,
There’s a scorching that’s heavenly
For your masochistic tendencies that fell

From the mouth of a demeaning,
Enraged inferiority demanding
Solace with like crazed minded souls fleeing
The impossible: Karma, fate, destiny crawling

At its slow pace right behind
Your extravagant polish
That hides an emptiness that’s blackish
And finds comrades that comfort in kind.

©️ 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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Accolade and Review for my poem,  Fate Follows Slowly

Malak Kalmoni. Chehab “Silence is silently golden” is wonderful tmesis,  Malak. This revision emphasizes how the benefits of silence are also silent. Congratulations on such a complex, profound poem. Ambition is a tricky thing. Without it how can we progress? But do we want to live hounded for a few moments of elevation? Should feelings of inferiority be our motivation for defying destiny? To fill the blackish emptiness, to escape masochistic scorching pursuits, requires more than polish. To sit alone is silence may be the ultimate solace. Powerful, impressive poem with awesome tempo and rhymes! By, Linda Powers O’Dell

Thank you for the honor and your hard work.

Fate Follows Slowly

Silence is silently golden and craves
Quiet to fulfill its quiet role
Where falling for the coal
That burns your soul and paves

The way to hounding healing hell
That elevates your status momentarily,
There’s a scorching that’s heavenly
For your masochistic tendencies that fell

From the mouth of a demeaning,
Enraged inferiority demanding
Solace with like crazed minded souls fleeing
The impossible: Karma, fate, destiny crawling

At its slow pace right behind
Your extravagant polish
That hides an emptiness that’s blackish
And finds comrades that comfort in kind.

©️ 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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Award of Participation for my poem: Tsunami

Thank you, administrators,  for the honor and your hard work.

The Nonnet isn’t an easy structure to write in, but I enjoyed the challenge.

Tsunami

Tsunami’s faithless unbelievers
has drowned the world in deceit
Propagating division,
love money, artifice,
Lies that split kinship
In bid destruct
Faith not a
Place of
Fate


©️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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Accolade for my poem,  Lone Leaf Wonderment

Lone Leaf Wonderment

As a lone yellowed leaf, I remain,
Hanging precariously onto the branch,
Looking onto the ground, where my vain
Friends have all fallen while greenish, now, out of reach,

They lay on the fallow earth
Blanketing it with their dried crunch,
As passerby ignore their presence ignoring the cloth
That beautified nature, as they stomp them in a bunch.

Lonely, alone, my tears fall unnoticed
As I try to mourn all I’ve lost:
Friends whose radiance has died,
Family whose love has extinguished and thrust

Me, alone, in an unforgiving world,
Where what once was is easily forgotten,
While all those empty voices rise in a cold
Empty entourage who’s lost compassion and been

Swamped with the material world,
Living in solitary confinement,
On a schedule that bind
More then prison bars in an accoutrement

To integration in a society, powerless
To make a change in their community
As technology and self-isolation progress
Towards being captivated by superficiality

Of surviving rather than living
In faith, hope, their power and force,
Naturally protect believers in believing
In the existence of hope and communal peace.


©️ 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.

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

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No

Are you superstitious?

I believe in destiny and fate, not superstitions that are illogical, like a Wishing well, or black cat walking under a ladder bringing bad luck, or number 13, you get the drift. So, no, I’m not destined to believe that superstitions are real, but rather, one has a destiny that’s preordained, but one has a choice of achieving it the righteous way, or not.

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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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!