gross – Poetry for Change

Golden Pen Award, Accolade and Review for my poem, Diet

Malak Kalmoni. Chehab Fantastic poem, Malak! Counting calories is hell! This poem is an excellent indictment of how we allow ourselves to be brainwashed by cultural norms, thus setting ourselves up to be victimized by crass marketeers of fraud. You as poet do proffer the hope that we may be awakened, enlightened by love, but that too often turns out to be a fairy tale. You raise such profound questions.To what extent are we shaped by stories and expectations? How free are we when we are so susceptible to cultural influences. You’ve created gut wrenching, powerful images and some wonderful scattered rhymes: hen/pen/wren, refrain/brainwashed, flees/deep, etc..Hurray!! By, Linda Powers O’Dell

Your poem is a masterclass in satire, Malak Kalmoni Chehab perfectly captures the endless cycle of dieting with such finesse, the way you weave words is truly creative. By, Ritu Shyam

Thank you for the honor and your hard work.

Diet

Diet shmyiet, what a gross lie it
Is told to men and women
To market
Products, tasteless, gross hen

Where the pen is the dieter’s
Wren speaking in a singsong
Refrain to honor the brainwashed
Who follow like Lambs to the slaughters

As they count calories,
Exercise till exhaustion flees
Into Snow White’s deep sleeps
To be woken, only, by love’s

Kiss, a fairytale designed,
Like the diet, shmiyet, to inculcate
A perception of self that changed
With trends of beauty’s fate.

©️ 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

Review for my poem, We Did Everything

Thank you for the honor and your hard work.

We Did Everything

We did all we could …
Yet, genocide is as deadly as beheading,
Death is as real as your breathing,
Living is as traumatic as a horrifying cloud.

We did all we could …
But child amputees are running marathons
To survive but another day as pawns
Of politics that’s gross as it hammered

That “We did all we could”, clause
That left pregnant mothers to die,
Elderly to fry in fire’s explosive dye,
Fathers to be scattered in pieces in cruel cries

That “We did all we could”, was
Said to assuage politicians’ conscious
While knowing their endeavors were shackled in pious
Prison, whose doctrine permits rapes,

Whose haze in, “We did all we could”,
Evaporates in the fog of time that flies
Without scheduling its prime in trauma that cries
Out to be understood, yet, their voices loud

And proud in the hopeful quagmire of guilt
Of surviving, whole or not, presses
In the abyss of despair where hopeless
Orphaned, erased families, press to built.

©️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