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Accolade and Review for my poem,  Memories, Memory

Malak Kalmoni. Chehab Supremely joyous and uplifting, Malak! Oh those halcyon days of carefree play! “Let innocence flow like a flood” is a beautiful invocation. It speaks directly to our memories. We know exactly what it means without having to pin down the exact meaning of the word. You allow the reader to relate to it personally. You appeal to the truth that all kids are the same. Realization of our shared humanity should encourage us to reject stereotypes thereby restoring our own innocence. You invite us to focus on the freedom, laughter and fun of childhood. A kite is a perfect metaphor, your rhythm and rhyme scheme are absolutely wonderful! Excellent poem about childhood innocence!! By, Linda Powers O’Dell

Thank you Linda,  you humble me with your wonderful words.

Memories,  Memory

Memories, memories of childhood
Long gone, come back, come
Let’s play a song, a game,
Let innocence flow like a flood

Throw, throw away taught stereotypes,
Enjoy the games with all blood
Types, mixed races, all are kids who prod
One another regardless of religious hypes.

Oh to be so free as a child’s kite
No cares about evil, pedophile,
Predators, child abusers, all file
Into a chest locked away in a fight

To stay bright with joy, unmindfull
Of obstructions to laughter’s song
That glides into deadened hearts long
For beauty to brighten the awful

Despair of a dutiful social being
Whose memories of childhood
Spring with cheer, geer, games bold
In their actions for social strictures having

Not been forged, so pushing borders
Is the name of the greatest game
Of childhood’s frame
Where laughter, fun are all starters.
©️ Malak kalmoni chehab

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Accolade and Review for my poem,  Wile’s Scare

Thank you for the honor and your hard work.

Wile’s Scare

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.

©️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: Watering Hole

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Watering hole

The old Watering Hole
Where gunslingers role
The dice and drink
Never thinking they’d reached the brink

Of their control
When anger isn’t the goal
But alcohol decreases
Self-control and abuses

Take place in every space,
The bar, card table, lace
Covered curtains that blind
The customer who’ll find

That life is a Watering Hole
Where drama, upheaval,
Comedy and entertainment
All coalesce in one place, content

That life keeps changing
With the times, flying
When it’s all fun and crawling
When help is needed for not bawling.

©️ 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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Featured in the online ILA magazine,  poem, Frozen Frame

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

Frozen Frame

In a perfect sphere, where, in the snow
Falls in perfect harmony, gathering family
Feasting,  playing, with nothing contrary,
Only fun in the peaceful snowy glow.

The scene is set,
The people prepped,
The table bent,
The  children are a heavenly send.

The frozen frame is icy,
Covered in white powder whose
Calm settles into old bones,
Where memory is alive, but dicey!

For the child, it’s the here and now
That matters, while all else
Is icing on a cake, where the candle will blow,
And family is always best when many are less

And the anticipation of guessing
What’s in the box is filled with laughter
As outrageous ideas are a pleasing
Game that ends chortling giggler.

The frame is never lame,
It set the bar very high for following
Years, as its innocence came
With its childhood’s naive framing.

©️ 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