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Certificate of Award for my poem, Poets in Love

Thank you for the honor and your hard work.

Poets in Love

Poets in love,
Love, feelings flame
Flame your passion,
Passion burns like lava,
Lava that torches hearts,
Hearts whose drumming beat,
Beat the ordinary into a pulp,
Pulp of fear decimates as raw,
Raw emotions that never cave,
Cave under constant pressure,
Pressure of despair,  difficulties,
Difficulties that strain your love,
Love that overcomes ill-fortutunes,
Fortunes that give moral support,
Support of family, imagination,
Imagination soars with life,
Life, stupendous in activity,
Activity of fleeting moments,
Moments eternally, in poetry alive ,
Alive with cheer in a memory,
Memory bank that gives flight.

©️ Malak kalmonichehab ©️

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 acrostic poem, TUMULTUOUS

Malak Kalmoni. Chehab Excellent acrostic poem, Malak, replete with the most heartbreaking images! The violence, the grief, the blood and death are all so vividly portrayed. Your tone is courageously sincere, and your descriptions are balanced and authentic. Those poor orphans whose trauma is endless! Poetically this is a most poignant ending. Superb poem, thank you so much for sharing it. By Linda Powers O’Dell

TUMUTUOUS

T urbulent times are terrifying as
U ncertainty settles in the bones in a
M ishmash of tumutuous feelings where the
U nreality of the horrific events of amputees,
L ost heads, empty chest cavities, blood
T rickling, soaking the rubble, ground, family
U nrestrained in their grief of inhumane loss
O utnumber those left of the family tree, now most are
U nder the rubble of six feet under. Who’s left to
S upervise the orphans whose trauma’s endless.

©️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, Regrets Fly

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

©️ 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 2025.

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

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Accolade and review of my poem,  Poet or AI

Thank you for the honor and your hard work.

Poet or AI

Staring at the blank page,
I wonder which words will
Walk in the journal in the age
Of fake people, news, expectations that kill

The soul of creativity replaced,
Replaced by AI, that seems to insist
It will take over ingenuity, graced
By humanity’s wondrous spirit whose gist

Is made of light, dark, and grey.
The rainbow of emotions need to be felt
To be expressed and comparing a bay
To a hidden pearl isn’t the pelt

Or part of the its arsenal
Of diversity that enriches
The text with culturally metaphorical
Language that hatches

Between the lines for greater
Depth of meaning and comparing
The incomparable becoming the promoter
Of the noblest of muse to people setting

Precedents and going farther
In delving into the unknown
Sphere of linguistic wonder
That requires a mind of its own.

I am the poet whose imagination
Will eternally spell creation.

©️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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Dear Diary,

As the keeper of my secrets,

I need to confess my troubles.

I run around trying to please everyone And seem to end up alone!

As if by indulging others’ needs before mine,

I relegate my own happiness into a dark mine.

In it, the gloominess of the ambience

Is oppressive, comfortless, and has no patience.

As I squabble with my inner demons,

And my supererogation drowns my angels’ voices,

I notice that angels are a happy lot,

Who empower the self and never forgot

That there’s a price to pay for sacrificing For others, but it doesn’t need to be self-defeating.

No, no, no, and once more, no!

By helping others, you aren’t weak to

Assert your endowments to achieve

Your wishes without being demeaning,

Rather, you can help others believe

Not only in themselves, but in You.

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Questions … Worries …?

What do you write about when you’re unsure what to write about?

I fear my feelings are binding my ability to write today. I apologize for that, but then you have to give age its due. With it comes: fatigue and unending worries. In the world we live in today, where war, a crisis in food supply, increasing inflation and gas prices, where or who do you turn to to alleviate some of that pressure?

I try to stay strong for my family by keeping it bottled in. But how long can I manage that?

My only recourse is my faith, in which I drench my soul. It has the ability, with GOD’S words to place a balm of peace over a worried soul.

Try it, you won’t regret it.