Butterfly, butterfly fly around white, White, orange reaching out to fly, Fly on angel wings like the butterfly, Butterfly of varied hues give the kiss Kiss of pollination in spring, Spring as life rejuvenates in a painter’s Painter’s palette, whose colors Colors fall short of the Creator’s creations.
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.
Thank you for the honor and your hard work, and Cherry, it was an honor working with you.
Eagles
Have you ever seen an eagle fly? Does he ever cry? Does he ever let you pry? Pry open his wounds and lie? Does he wail about life’s lie?
No! He asserts his dominance And flies into the night sky, free to pierce Into the depth of the blooming abyss That looms, subjugating suppliance Into subservience to his presence.
It rides the storm, fearless of lightning’s flash It masters its flight, unafraid to fall It finds itself in the courage to face its goal Without hesitation, it flies beyond fear’s bounds
It’s the eagle, free to dance on waves with its strength From the eagle, I learn that freedom lies within Don’t fear obstacles, rise and fly For success is determined by the courage to face the universe’s challenges
I’m ready to fly, to catch the stars of my dreams And make them mine
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 How exuberant, Malak, a glorious ode to the joy of autumn! It’s wonderful how you encourage the reader to fly free, to be adventurous, rejuvenated. That’s a lovely irony since spring is typically invoked. Then you inspire us to become a brightening star like the sun and to be lighthearted, not to melt and burn, but to brighten the world in liberating fun. Your entire poem has the most wonderful feeling of a rising sun, the “flame of life.” By Linda Powers O’Dell
Fall Sunset
The flaming sun burnishes the sky With reds and oranges Spilling over tree tops Like a flame of life; let go and Fly!
Fly like the falling leaf strewn Into an adventure to adorn The grounds with its fragility Rejuvenation and transiency.
Fly into the rutilant shine, Shining brighter than the setting Or rising sun, know that you’re fine And unequivocally a star brightening
Those around you with greater Influence, power than any sun Whose heat melts those closer, While you, you brighten the sphere for fun.
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.
The branches, arms whose scratchy fingers Reach out to the sun in supplication’s furors As they imbibe their chosen nectars From the sun’s rays of energy, golden scepters
Vying for each caress to shine brilliantly Off foliage, rainbows of greens, roses, gangly Rousers of spreading life beams comically As the petals of the flower spread soaring languidly
Into to the sky, as though it’s natural For flowers to fly and stay in perpetual Flight! Then the moss greens jump with the gall To croak into a sepulcher of green that pall
Into insects that crawl, fall into a sea Of fauna riddled with danger, not just a bee But brightly colored serpents that make feel free To pick as their beauty Dazzle, but their bite is the fee
You pay for holding such wonder In slippery hands filled with fear As it opens a mouth filled with canines, needlers Of poisons of the same colors as their skin. As per
Forest law, the strong prey on the weak But their jeweled colors deceive you to look Closer, a risk not for the faint of heart that brook A charm that leads you astray, so peak
Into this enchanted forest of amazement But take care not be ensorcelled by its sharp bombardment.
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 caged is no fun. Some of my imagination is on the run, It flees, flies into the sun, Wile I sit with hand under my chin, Wondering, when I’ll let myself out of the din Of a world that cages my fin Which helps me swim through the morass of sin.
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