inhumane – Poetry for Change

Accolade for my poem, Stealthy Labyrinth

Malak Kalmoni. Chehab Extraordinary poem, Malak, superb! Delicious creative allieration, ingenious rhymes in a sonnet, powerful extended metaphor, and a profound uplifting theme. I read this poem multiple times finding new treasures each time. One line that struck and moved me was, “Where negativity was the succor.” That’s deeply authentic.

By Linda Powers O’Dell

Thank you for the honor and your hard work.

Stealthy Labyrinth

A Labyrinth of life and living
Flies in files with the passing minutes,
Striving in sleaves of loss’ imprints
Are appropriate in their perfecting

Flight that they can’t be bound.
Imprisoned by imposed labels, categories,
Races, and groups that astound
In their versatility, but not humanities.

I’ve lived in this labyrinth of life,
Where negativity was the succor
Given by some of my entourage, that’s rife
With jealousy, bias, and is a bereaver.

They suck out the optimism and
Joy of life out of each stupendous second,
That you fear drowning in the labyrinth
Of fiery destruction that steals your breath.

Instead, let the minutia of the labyrinth
Turn into an adventurous life in stealth.

©️ 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

Certificate of Achievement for my poem: Humanitarian Aid

Thank you, administrators, for the accolade. Your work is highly appreciated.

Humanitarian Aid

How’s philanthropy helping the down-trodden?
Charities galore, making money, beholden
To the filthy rich, who part cautiously,
With their material goods, heavenly,

Is their allocation as they help the needy,
Whose prayers for the givers are done loudly
In order for all to hear of their philanthropic
Activities, that are only a drop in the oceanic

Depths of need and devastation that exists
In a world where humanity’s enslaved and persists
In demanding accolades for what should be
An ethical and humane gesture to help people

In need of a helping hand here and there,
Preferably, a job that’ll give enough to prepare
For the task of supporting their family
In a bid to never fall under the miserly

Capitalist whose only thought
Is to where he can squeeze, what was taught,
The best buck at the expense of those
Who need it most, but will give it without pause

As their pride in their abilities
Shines in the eyes of families.