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
The new lunar year has started! It’s based on the year the Prophet Mohammed immigrated to the city of Medina (Saudi Arabia).
Every new year is special, but this one is a reminder that life is a struggle to survive and prove the strength of your faith.
I read the following poems from my poetry book, Perfectly Flawed: Beloved Flaw, Identity, Lives Matter, (Life!), Out of Time, Trapped Humanity, Meet Me Halfway, Value Defined,, Ask the Heavens, Heaven’s Gate. You can find exerts of each poem here on my website: http://www.malakkcwriting.com, or Tumblr @malakkc-poetry.
Exert from my poetry book, Perfectly Flawed, social criticism, What’s life?, philosophy, trends, followers, unique, individual.
Book is available on all eplatforms, iTunes, Googlebooks, Amazon.com, Kindle, kobo, Barnes and noble, friesenpress.com, indigo, paperback and hardcover.
Short; I’ve learned that life is too short,
What are the necessities of such a sport?
Live, live, little by little, enjoy it all,
Your childhood, youth, adulthood, cycled circle
Of flaws that turn into strengths
That raise you up to a pinnacle of breaths
That feel uniquely important for you not to fall.
The abyss below can be a starkly black ball,
Or a bright sunny day filled with fun and play.
Enjoy the rainbows that come after a rainy day.
Those days are infrequent, transient,
And easily missed if you’re mired in your own dejected
Despair, whose darkness can’t be pierced
By the frivolity, fun, smiles, laughter of living and dead.
Don’t, don’t let that despair put you down,
Scare it away with your strength of will!!!!
I looked upon the sleeping angel whose sparsely
Covered head in tufts of flyaway hair, place her
Thumb in her mouth, curl her index in her fine hair,
As she lays curled up around her bunny.
The bunny wasn’t as soft or as sly as she,
But he got around and needed just five minutes
Of rest before the ‘devil’ woke up and sang hymns
As she ran circles around him with great care.
Watching the merry go round of the joy and play,
The cheery laughter that I want to last another
FIVE minutes, as time lapses exponentially,
And we are never ready to see them grow, ever.
They grow slowly, then life changes and imposes
Its disillusionment and disappointments
That are an inevitable result of interactions,
Familial, social, peers, and business.
I wish that infant would stay innocent for longer
Not needing to face oppression, recrimination,
Racism, nor dicrimination which implode into a hater
Rather than a lover who accepts the other in compassion.
What’s spring if not a rebirth of life, beauty, and passion?
The last as red as a cardinals’ feathers, fly
Into your heart, home, and nook with preservation
Of your unique humanity looking kingly
As you let your heart soar in the revelation
That life, flowers, trees, and shrubs all beautiful,
All colorful just like a spring sun that shines fitfully.