Look, look upon the Azure blue sea It shines brilliantly of hope for all to see, No storms, battles, violent death mar Its crystalline shores with dismantled bodies, far From blemish free for purity, innocence
That need to flourish in childish Wonder, grow their curiosity without polish So their imagination is catapulted Into the stratosphere of flight, never endangered For war is a foreign concept without gore
They thrive on challenges galore That make a humongous score Into inventions, creations that never bore, Using them To improve life’s spore That’s harvested with gentle kindness of the core.
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.
Look, look upon the Azure blue sea It shines brilliantly of hope for all to see, No storms, battles, violent death mar Its crystalline shores with dismantled bodies, far From blemish free for purity, innocence
That need to flourish in childish Wonder, grow their curiosity without polish So their imagination is catapulted Into the stratosphere of flight, never endangered For war is a foreign concept without gore
They thrive on challenges galore That make a humongous score Into inventions, creations that never bore, Using them To improve life’s spore That’s harvested with gentle kindness of the core.
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 The Cyborg have always given me a chill. I think it’s because it’s true our individuality is threatened by all the things that, as you say, bombard us daily. This is a wonderful protest poem advising us to resist. So inspiring!! By Linda Powers O’Dell
Thank you for the honor of your accolade.
‘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.
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 Wow! “Knowing that joy, eternal, an antidepressant/Is your only rebellion not to live in a cast.” Oof! Bam! Kapow! The entire poem was lovely, deliciously evocative and then you land a knockout blow with that final thought. Nicely done. By Tara Hicks
Such a beautifully sublime poem, Malak, so many amazing images! Time, “mercury slippery,” is a brilliant comparison. You’ve wonderfully transformed the mural into an intriguing metaphorical narrative. The serpent of fear slithers in the branches of an ancient tree upon which scary bats hang. Yet a cardinal of grace sings of hope eternal, of endless time that cannot be stopped. Like that cheerful bird, we must accept the past that can’t be recast, we must “soar in the present.” Being joyous to live in this present, that is part of the eternal, is the way to true freedom. It is a spiritual rebellion! Superb rhyme scheme and rhythm, excellent sophisticated tone and composition. Fantastic, encouraging poem, Brava!! By Linda Powers O’Dell
Window of Time
Through my small window The world revolves around time, Time, intangible, like mercury slippery, a crime Not to stand still and let it flow
Slowly around you as you Watch the ancient tree’s branches Reach out to the sun in gnarled bunches, The resting place for the serpent you
Fear as it slithers from place To place spreading its evil along The aid of bats that string you along, Yet on the other branch rests, with grace,
The red cardinal whose beauty, Color, elegance speeds your heart With hope eternal, limitless in its great Licenses for carrying hope on wings that flew highly
Into the vastness of a blue sky Knowing that time, Rhyming with lime is a transient crime That can’t be stopped unless you try
To soar in the present Understanding the past, that can’t be recast, Knowing that joy, eternal, an antidepressant Is your only rebellion not to live in a cast.
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.
Silver light shines so bright, Reflects on your surface in a fight To blot out the blight Of oppressive night.
As it shimmers on the lake At night, it dances with shadows, fake In their adulation of your stake In everything that’s ensconced in black.
Its silver sheen is reminiscent Of the clouds’ silver lining that bent The impossible to their heaven sent Hope, that relies on faith not being absent.
As the night whispers fly Through the sky’s darkened horizon spy The golden moon strides in a cry Of faith that whispers in corners sly,
Where burgeoning flowers raise Their supplication in the breeze That carries hymns of faith, never a tease Whose gentle fragility will always please.
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 Thanks for introducing this intriguing new Hungarian poetic form, Malak. Clever use of assonance and consonance in the first three lines that mirrors the lengthening lines, (hon, honey, hopeful,) and then throughout, (lone, loving, tough, lonely.) Excellent contrast of “loving” and “lonely” in a if-you- have-to-make-a-choice scenario. By, Linda Powers O’Dell
APEVA Love
Hon Honey Hopeful, lone Loving is tough Better than lonely
She stands in an ethereal Ivory, off the shoulder, flowy Silver dress, her golden tresses curly Over her bare back, as her bouquet ball
Of peachy-white, highlited By the green leaves in symmetry With the forest that surrounds her body As she stands on the wooden bridged
Crossing over an ocean of memory Flowing like water, never boxed, Contained, but freely bled Its tears of trauma into the depth of the watery
Abyss, where, where trauma’s happiness Is the brightest pearl, hidden, hidden In the depths without succor, forgotten? Never, never! Faced with success
In riding the rippling waves of distress That congregate in a single drop Of life saving H²O, quenching a pop Of bubbly bursts, like stars that press
Their light over the fallen bouquet With it falls memories Of a life lived together, families Grew learning the art of parfait.
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.
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 One day my friend, one day we may finally be all we wish we were… just waiting for the ‘slower’ homo sapiens to catch up my friend…. Excellent poem 🫡🙏👏👏😃👍❤️
By Zac Warden
Wondrous Day
What a wondrous day! The snow is falling, piled into rifts, The ice on the ground crunches, The wind blows wondrous tunes.
What a wondrous day! The scorching sun heats my soul With hope, optimism, a fire that’ll roll Through me empowering my goal To stay the wondrous course of life.
What a wondrous day! I’m alive while others are dead, Kin, friends, neighbors, all fled From the the destruction that bled Blood into a wondrous river of red.
What a wondrous day! Injustice, racism, categories are ways The elite divide society in plays That promote heinously wondrous frays.
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.
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.
