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Platinum Certificate for my poem, Rebellion Yell

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Rebel Yell

Freedom is not given but taken,
Taken through the drive,
Drive of the oppressed to stay,
Stay the course in their rebellion,
Rebellion that insights thoughts,
Thoughts that revel in rocking,
Rocking the boat of taught habits,
Habits that destroy creativity,
Creativity needs a voice, medium,
Medium to transform its message,
Message that change is coming,
Coming to overthrow the tyrant,
Tyrant who exploits, destroys,
Destroys hopes, imagination,  freedom,
Freedom that ‘comes with great,
Great responsibility’, for its value,
Value lies in one’s ability to soar,
Soar, without hindrance, to reach
Reach the pinnacle of wonder,
Wonder that wanders stealthily,
Stealthily seeping through cracks,
Cracks that mold into a unit,
Unit that’s unbreakable with the help,
Help of imagination’s power,
Power that strives for justice,
Justice that reigns over happiness,
Happiness that cleaves subjugation.
©️ 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 Award for my poem, Heart’s Dialogue

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Heart’s Dialogue

Oh heart!
If you could speak
What would you say? A beat,
Two, three, a squeak,

A tweet, a butterfly’s wing
Swings in soaring flight
Letting the beats sing
Their song of freedom, bright

Diurnal light shimmers
In flight a beat of harmony
Starting within, speakers
Belt out optimism’s loyalty

To faith, Belief, humanity
Wearing blinders to pressures,
Social, career, imitators, honesty
That seems to be researchers

Of one’s identity in a world
Teaming with too much variety
Of labels that grind and bind
Our conformity into piety,

While the heart stomps
Into a tamtrum of morality
That doesn’t blend but clamps
Its hold, trying to drown your honesty.

Let your heart speak
It won’t steer you in directions
That deepen the morass that’s belak,
Rather to happiness filled adulation.

©️ 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 Excellence for my poem, Pumpkin

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Pumpkin

Who am I?
I’m orange, oblong, striped,
And used by Cinderella’s
Fairy godmother in a chariot
Fit for a princess!

Who am I?
I’m still orange, some yellow,
Others green and pear like,
It’s used with a scarecrow
To scare off birds and scavengers, kite
Like in their freedom to perch, alone.

Who am I?
I’m the perfect accoutrement
To Thanksgiving dinners with
Joy, appreciation, laughter that comment
On the importance of being together with our breath
Mingling with loved ones in a moment we treasure.

Who am I?
I’m the unsung hero of Thanksgiving
Used in sweet and savory dishes
Used as a lamp for decoration of living
Homes who create a world of grinches,
Monsters, ghosts, and gools for entertaining.

©️ 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 poems,  Resistance Is Futile  & Veiled Butterfly

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‘Resitance is Futile’*1

We’re being bombarded, daily,
By subliminal messages, hourly,
Whispers of drugs, violence, alcoholics’ enduced hazes, minutely,
Incorporated in ALL media, compulsively.

Resistance is Futile …

Words, sounds, images coalesce
Into an indoctrinated presence
That’s insidious in its convergence
Into your mind, creating a blinding trace

For behaviors that are incongruent
With ‘our’ Ideals of humanity, that are esculent
By mediocrity of addiction becoming permanent,
As our dependence skyrockets into exponent …

‘Resitance is Futile’ …

As our struggles persist,  our
Vision, imagination, purveyor
Of our strength of cohesion, flutter
Into a bud that flourishes in power.

As ‘Resistance is Futile’,

Our obstacles remain tangible,
Yet, clearly, unattainable.
The need to strive to be corrigible
Is embedded in our DNA, for hope is always tenable.

Thus:
‘Resitance is (Not) Futile.’


*1. Star Treck, the Borgh, a a cyborg entity trying to Conquer worlds, says this to Captain Pickard when they wish to invade earth.

©️ Malak kalmoni chehab ©️

Veiled Butterfly

Her veil of flowers and butterflies
Flit around her head as her eyes
Wander into the night skies.

Her beauty shines through
Her astounding eyes of blue,
Framed by lashes of a brownish hue.

Her rosy lips stutter with each
Winged flap, trying vainly to catch
The flight of the butterfly and latch

Onto its fringes and take flight
With her fantasms in direct conflict
With reality’s nightmarish bite.

Her lashes flutter as her revelry
Into a utopian wonder clashes sensibly
With a reality where her veil is horribly

Marred by Stereotypes that bind
Perceptions of beauty of the mind
To terrorist activities that make you grind

Your frustrations for a lack of understanding
And communication that’s building
Roadblocks that inhibit freedom of living.

©️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, Dangling Moon

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Dangling Moon

Sitting on the tip of the crescent moon
Dangling my legs, pushing off, swinging
As though the moon embraced me in a cocoon
Of life’s laughter, lighter than lightning,

Brighter than the stars’ brilliance,
A comforter of the soul closer
To heaven’s doors, seating, no coincidence
That the moon hovers, never a loser,

But changes everyday in looks
From crescent to full moon,
Each highlights its own beautiful hooks
That enliven hope like a boon,

A boon from GOD to humanity,
A circle of dazzling blessings
Enrobing my imagination’s memory, flowy
Possibilities into dreams, not guessings,

No certainty that the light of poetry shines
To guide my plight into a roadmap
Of strength built on patience, never fines
Me more than I can conquer in a lap.

As I swing on memories that mirror
My plight of losses that that flow
Like the changes in the moon, a bower
For rest as I swing on the crescent’s glow.


©️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 Excellence for my poem,  Beyond Comfort

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Beyond Comfort

Where does life begin and end?
Not in birth and death, no, not at all.
It starts when you reach a bend
Of road least taken and soar in a ball

In the sky that helps you perceive
The limitations you’d set for
Yourself,  yet, when you set it to a sieve
You’re awakened to receive the bounty for

Leaving your norm and discover
The unknown world beyond
The sphere of comfort and ponder
Why it’s taken you so long to find

The courage to experience life
Beyond the borders of your
Comfort zone that lited you into strife
Of habitual drudgery that becomes a chore.

©️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: Speedy Skateboard

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Speedy Skateboard

In his jeans, tee, and baseball cap,
He skates around the city freely,
Going down streets, stairs, jumping fearlessly
Over obstacles, people, pets that hop

Through hoops and loops
Trying to survive a world of violence
That imposes the rule of the jungle, a case
For survival of the fittest, fastest pops

That skitter arrogantly on wheels
Of steel and rubber, faithfully turning,
Eating distances without reading,
As books aren’t what he needs to learn, but feels

That he has to engage in conversation
With neighbors, peers, around parks
Streets, compounds of cement peaks
As he streaks past couples, whose compassion

Lend others a hand when needed,
The elderly who need but a smile,
The children needing games that file
The pressure into a pile of garbage, led

By imagination’s growth through
Piously making use of its power
To creatively solve problem, never cower
As they speed through life 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

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Accolade and Review for my poem: Home of Books

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Home of Books

Sitting where books have found a home,
Home where each level is a mirror,
Mirror to an ancient exotic world,
World whose magical depiction,
Depiction of tyrants, kings, nobles,
Nobles who’ve persecuted races,
Races turned into slaves,
Slaves whose musical lyrics,
Lyrics filled with the need for freedom,
Freedom and rebellion against,

….

… ,  but,
But tries to stay steadfast to,
To traditions that hold discipline,
Discipline and ethics striving,
Striving to Revive that books,
Books are a haven,
Haven for the broken soul,
Soul that thirsts for knowledge.

©️ 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 Excellence for my poem, international writer day

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International Writer’s Day
Acrostic

Internet has facilitated global connections
Never stop the growth of  wrIters
That rend their hearts as    theIr words flow
Empowering the weak to
Remember their worth
Never succumbing to oppression’s
Timely propagation that    cleAves
Intimate family                   meMbers into
Open enemity, clearly ‘Dividing & Conquering’
Needlessly aggressive, destructive,
Avid in mercilessly taking resources And
Leaving nothing to the Indigenous peoples.

Write, revel, rebel, roast, rumble the gruesome
Reality of a world built on Materialism
Instead of unity of humanity       peeP
That lends compassion and     succOr that
Eventually works together against thE oppressor
Ruining the ecology,                 separaTing family,
Solidifying Darwin’s rules of supremacy

Dealing in strength that overpowers others
Amid illegal, inhumane practices that have
Yet to be punished.

©️ 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.

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Rights: home

What does freedom mean to you?

To me, freedom equals having a home and family that endure under the obstacles of life. When I say home, I mean the people who occupy the house, family unit that could be related by blood or not. It’s one of those rights that give emotional and physical security in order to be ambitious in life and strive to improve your material or social status. Yes, that is a very colonial perspective,  but then I witnessed 2 civil wars as a child, lived in 3 continents,  all before I turned 12. Perhaps colonialism also taught me to appreciate my home because I had to rebuild it so many times in my 5 decades plus of life.

Home?

Where is home?
What is home?

These questions circle
Ceaselessly and kindle

The quest for answers for:
Where and what is home for?

I’ve immigrated to three
Continents searching for thee.

Why do you hide from me?
Why do you flee and oblige me

To search you out in lands gone mad?
How is that fair on a child who feels bad?

From the tropics to the Mediterranean,
To North America, in search of what you mean.

The child in me
Misses the simplicity of love,

Laughter that is innate,
But shaken with wars and fate,


That take away all joy and faith
In a moment of stolen breath.

Embrace the joy you’re given,
For tomorrow may bring hell or heaven.

©️Malak Kalmoni Chehab ©️

Poetess,  author of poetry book, Perfectly Flawed poetry for change, that’s 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