Poetry for ChangeBeing caged is no fun.
Some of my imagination is on the run,
It flees, flies into the sun,
Wile I sit with hand under my chin,
Wondering, when I’ll let myself out of the din
Of a world that cages my fin
Which helps me swim through the morass of sin.
©️ Malak kalmoni chehab ©️
Woman in my dreams,
Hazy features covered, as you please,
By groundsels whose hairy filaments
Soar around her, blankets
Her from head to toe,
Trying vainly to get closer to blow
Its velvety softness in a Tornado
Of white that sweeps in an elegant flow.
She contemplates its fragility,
Wondering at the reality
Of how daintily flimsy
Its flower is, while its stem is definitely
Rooted in her heart, prettily
Proving it’s longevity.
She reverently catches a blowing
Head, as she admires its flowing
Dance, whose strength is glowing
In a sensual litany that’s dizzying.
Dream of the flower that nestles
Its thorns into delicate hearts
That beats for imagination that bleeds.
©️ Malak kalmoni chehab ©️
Prepare, preparing, design, designing,
Candies galore, pumpkins, scarecrows, witching:
The cauldron of doom, blood curdling, dooming;
House into haunting screams that are petrifying;
Possession of weaklings, turning them to demons: spine-chilling.
All Halow’s night, creeps, ghouls, and evil beings
Walk unobstructed for all to see and inspires
Villainy, vile, voracious jealousies
That promise money, rank, and powers
As long as you let evil reign over intellects.
At the witching hour, light streaks into the sky
Illuminating it with comet like arrows that vy
For attention as they fly by!
They bring knowledge, light, perservereance, positivity,
And strength of will to annihilate all of evil’s cry.
Never fear the demons of Halloween,
For their imagination runs amuck, unseen.
But, reality is harsher, fiercer, more mysterious.
Those of you, like me, who love books, they’ve taken a day out of the year specifically to celebrate our erudite natures. Books are my friends and confidants. They help me overcome difficulties by creating a world that’s simpler, where most rules are applicable, and most importantly, where imagination has free reign to soar.
Below is just a double acrostic poem about this special day!
Buying books isn’t for the weak, who falL
On their faces for their lack of imagination tO
Overcome life’s problems with luV,
Keen on transcending thE
Secrets of being a book buyeR
By: Malak Kalmoni Chehab
Reading ‘Silent Chaos’, a poem from my poetry book, Perfectly Flawed.
It’s about one’s ability to forget the world is there and focus on your inner-self’s need to be in a quiet place where your imagination can flow and bloom.
https://anchor.fm/malak-kalmoni/episodes/Silent-Chaos-e1lj2b4
https:///Perfectly-Flawed-poetry-Malak-Kalmoni-ebook/dp/B092YT6QX6/ref=mp_s_a_1_1
In my poetry book, Perfectly Flawed, there are tiny symbolic drawings that relate to the theme of the poem. An example: a poem titled: ‘Subjugation’ has a ball and chain drawn along the right margin
https:///Perfectly-Flawed-poetry-Malak-Kalmoni/dp/1525582518 Amazon.com
Beauty of books leave nothing to imagerY
Only creating worlds in academiA
Overflowing with all that can be imagineD:
Kings, queens, courtiers, all in a booK.
Devils and monsters dancing in affetuosO
Anger and depression dumped in aerophotO
Yet, we vent them in books that only boB.
I can’t believe some people don’t enjoy writing anymore. Don’t forget all the abbreviations!!!
Winter’s darkened clouds
Hover, lost in starless skies,
As leaden, pewter, ebony ravens
Coalesce in a wonder of worlds.
As the nights are long,
Your thoughts are flung
Into dusky abysses of dung.
As the sleepless nights dance
Into your nightmarish dreams and glance
At the blackish sea where they take a stance;
The sleepless nights fizzle
Making insomnia a rare puzzle
For those trying to live life without a muzzle,
Straining to contain life’s wuzzel.
“Books serve to show a man that those original thoughts of his aren’t very new at all.” -Abraham Lincoln
Books Serve
Books are a great way to improve your linguistic ability, as well as widen your horizons by using your imagination. No idea in a book is really ‘new’, even Shakespeare only had 3 original concepts for plays, while the others were borrowed from previously written works or histories. This does Not mean that borrowing an idea and altering it to fit your story, theme, action, … is wrong, it just means you needed a starting point. Another example is when contests are themed, or have a word or expression that needs to be used in your work. Does that mean you’re stealing from others or using ‘it’ as a starting point? The result of these contests is that over 20 different perspectives are given by the variety of writers. Are they all plagiarizing when their content is so vastly different? ‘Turn it in’ is another way that teachers and professors assess that your work is at least 80 to 85% your actual writing and not borrowed or copied.
So, tell me what you think about using an idea as a starting point.
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