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Accolade and Review for my poem,  Memories, Memory

Malak Kalmoni. Chehab Supremely joyous and uplifting, Malak! Oh those halcyon days of carefree play! “Let innocence flow like a flood” is a beautiful invocation. It speaks directly to our memories. We know exactly what it means without having to pin down the exact meaning of the word. You allow the reader to relate to it personally. You appeal to the truth that all kids are the same. Realization of our shared humanity should encourage us to reject stereotypes thereby restoring our own innocence. You invite us to focus on the freedom, laughter and fun of childhood. A kite is a perfect metaphor, your rhythm and rhyme scheme are absolutely wonderful! Excellent poem about childhood innocence!! By, Linda Powers O’Dell

Thank you Linda,  you humble me with your wonderful words.

Memories,  Memory

Memories, memories of childhood
Long gone, come back, come
Let’s play a song, a game,
Let innocence flow like a flood

Throw, throw away taught stereotypes,
Enjoy the games with all blood
Types, mixed races, all are kids who prod
One another regardless of religious hypes.

Oh to be so free as a child’s kite
No cares about evil, pedophile,
Predators, child abusers, all file
Into a chest locked away in a fight

To stay bright with joy, unmindfull
Of obstructions to laughter’s song
That glides into deadened hearts long
For beauty to brighten the awful

Despair of a dutiful social being
Whose memories of childhood
Spring with cheer, geer, games bold
In their actions for social strictures having

Not been forged, so pushing borders
Is the name of the greatest game
Of childhood’s frame
Where laughter, fun are all starters.
©️ Malak kalmoni chehab

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Award of Appreciation for my poem,

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

Bound Butterfly

Though her wrists be bound
Their elegance and movement do astound
Their delicate strength holds life
In its tiny yet powerful softness rife

With rules: social, gender, political
That bind her moves further and dell;
Arms bound In chains as a butterfly rises above,
A symbol of fragility,  metamorphosis, love,

Beauty that instigates the ability
To change, adapt into new environment, happily
Flitting through life knowing, knowing
Its beauty will soar from plain to crumbling

Mountains spreading knowledge,
Purity of heart,  its muse for an adage
That’ll live on after the butterfly ‘s death
And the bound woman, but their breath

Filled with hope flies, like a kite,
Spreading harmony, that’s always bright.

©️ 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