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Published my poem, Babe’s Phoenix,  in ILA Magazine

I’m deeply honored that my poem, Babe’s Phoenix, was chosen to published at ILA Magazine. Link:

https://www.ilamagazine.net/post/babe-s-phoenix

Babe’s Phoenix

Mother whose despair is like
Acrid smoke of burnt flesh
Surrounds her nightly course of fresh
Baked corpses whose breaths are a pike

Of fear that death is near,
But she carries hope on her hip
Cradled against her breast, a trip
She makes daily carrying life, as sear

Of a future, a Phoenix from the ash
Rises in the form of the innocent
Babe she holds, close to heart, bent
On giving it her life’s blood, brash

In the knowledge that her milk
Will sustain it while it syphons
Her health as nutrients, tons
Are unavailable, and sacrifice is silk

For her baby to grow on,
A Phoenix born from fire, passion,
Compassion, empathy, a fashion
That enrobes the babe, soar and don

Its firey feathers on display,
A life lived with dignity, glory,
Unparallelled beauty that’s never gory
Rather, it’s fascinating, never grey

Full of life where freedom
Expires in the ashes of
The Phoenix’s Rise, newly born, stuff
Of myth and legends alike ends’ never come.

©️ 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, Sounds of War

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

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.

©️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: Sounds of War

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

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 broken 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.

©️ 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