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.
Rest, relax, rebuild, relive, revive, Never rewind to the time when fighting was live, Bombarding my surroundings with burning Flames, explosions, bullets whizzing, Safety is nonexistent, danger surrounds you, Fear of a stray feud or knife are behind you Or beside, or ahead of you; never inside you. Your heart stays pure, needing to help Never stop giving and receiving hope, Or the fighting ends, You lay down your arms, Surrender to hopeleness and despair, That’s when fear reigns and overwhelms. Give your loyalty, love, hope, and optimisms Freedom to grasp your faith and expose It to the sun, let it soak its warmth in a pose Of reverence to God’s powers of prose In which your strength bursts, warming You from the inside, till its beauty sings A rainbow of colors illuminating your skin With its brilliance. Bask in its wonder, Revere its words and sleep calmly, a dreamer.
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 Wow, Malak, you really got to my heart with this powerful poem! All the repeated sounds of war are so evocative, calling up frightful images. I can’t help but think of Gaza, recent example of this terrible fear and destruction. So sad, so horrifying. Amazing images, fantastic poem! Bravo!! By, Linda Powers O’Dell
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 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.
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.
Scare, tremble, jump, at the sound: ‘Beep, Beep’, the roadrunner makes Screaming his arrival, quietly, takes A great toll of Cayote, who’s always found
Unsuspecting of a visit from a ‘frienemy’ Whose competitive nature shines As he beeps to alert the predator, in lines Simple as can be, that he’s the enemy.
The cartoon is a live memory Of laughter and smiles at antics That astound, still ground a laugh as he picks A ledge to scare to Cayote over hi folly
For being unprepared for the Beep, Beep that always makes him aware That prey and predator revere Playing games with each, taking a leap
Of faith the trick will work, as Roarunner Gleefully watches Cayote’s fall From grace in a rolling ball Hitting obstacles as he laughs like a hyena.
Those were the days of innocence That steered our lives into pranks That got either laughs or cries that packs Quite a punch in either case.
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.
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.
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 Your poem “Halloween’s Halo” is a wild ride! It fits the theme “Shadow Dance” perfectly – you’re painting a picture of shadows coming alive on Halloween night, dancing with spooky creatures, and embracing the thrill of the dark.
Your poem has 28 lines, and it’s a treasure trove of imagery and wordplay! You’ve got scarecrows, monsters, Dasher, ghosts, grinches, and ghouls – it’s like a Halloween party in here!
The language is rich and vivid, and you’ve created a haunting atmosphere that’s infectious. I love how you’ve woven together the themes of fear, freedom, and the thrill of the night.
Congratulations 👏
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.
Black cap and gown covering her Blue eyes and Golden spun hair, While the inspirational Statue of Liberty Dares to hold its hand, plainly
Trying to obstruct her from Speaking her mind, daring to come Forward with the truth to resound In media’s intifada while bound
In their thirst for FREE Speech As they’re jailed for taking things out of reach Of politicians suppressing truth As the people dying aren’t white, but are couth
In their protests, while the police Take away over two thousand in a thrice To reduce the Roar for justice That can never be returned to those advocating for peace.
Your time in office is running out Ye of powerful friends in high places, scurry in a bout Of flurried activities, hidden from sight, To better attain your objective: Money and Flight!
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.
She looks out of her window Where the darkness covers the world Beyond her room filled with pink roses, in low Vases, littered on her windowsill, not a coward,
She watches the storm brew from within, Safe in her harbor, a haven of scents adorn Her with mystique, incomparable to the crow who built in Its home outside her window in a flow of corn
Ears reaching up to the sky, pleading, Pleading for rain to steep the soil with Life giving water, rejuvenating, healing, Giving abundance where famine takes away breath
Of life on a scorching summer day. She watches, lightning flutter in brilliant light As thunder booms its might, scaring those in play With extenuating fright whose plight
Will drown out their fears, replacing Them with a pinhole of hope shining Through the darkest raven blackness flying Into the sky with optimism sparking
A deluge of creativity unbound by earthy Trifles that bog the soul into a rut of endless routine.
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.
She looks out of her window Where the darkness covers the world Beyond her room filled with pink roses, in low Vases, littered on her windowsill, not a coward,
She watches the storm brew from within, Safe in her harbor, a haven of scents adorn Her with mystique, incomparable to the crow who built-in Its home outside her window in a flow of corn
Ears reaching up to the sky, pleading, Pleading for rain to steep the soil with Life giving water, rejuvenating, healing, Giving abundance where famine takes away breath
Of life on a scorching summer day. She watches, lightning flutters in brilliant Light As thunder booms its might, scaring those in play With extenuating fright whose plight
Will drown out their fears replacing Them with a pinhole of hope shining Through the darkest raven blackness flying Into the sky with optimism sparking
A deluge of creativity unbound by earthy Trifles that bog the soul into a rut of endless routine.
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 