Poetry for Change
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
©️ Malak kalmoni chehab ©️
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.
©️ 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
Thank you for the honor and your hard work.
Tired Souls
Isolation is a need for those whose souls are tired”, Arab scholar
Invent an invisible space, where images are visual.
Solve the need for rest from others in your rest, soul.
Only the lonely express this need for frivolity?
“Late again!” Leaving your space is such agony!
Amid all the yells, shouts, and greetings you are asunder.
Time flies, teaming with work, oozing away time’s happier,
Inevitable progress, that diminishes our secure imaginings.
“Obviously, you’re crazy! Who wants to be alones?”
Never assume that being alone means lonely!
Being alone centers you and helps balance you.
It rejuvenates your ability to listen to inanities that boo
Your mood into a world of blue!
Being alone helps you heal from long forgotten
Wounds, that bleed till you cauterize their braying
That boo your mood into the blue!
Being alone solidifies your faith,
As you accept your problems as tests of strength,
Your center, alone, is your faith and your strength!
Don’t let the boos send you in a mood of blue!
©️ 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
Thank you, administrators, for the honor and your hard work.
My Love
If “Love opens the most impossible gates;” and
“Love is the gate to all the secrets of the universe.”
Then, love is all powerful, eternal, rebellious, never bland,
But compassionate promise In a universe
Filled with dissent, competition, a love of money,
And sin. I give thanks that my love, husband,
Is my rock, my motivator, and one key
To my writing that’s unwavering and always holds my hand.
My love is there for the difficult decisions,
Guidance and friend to our children,
Has sleepless nights when they’re in positions
Of upheaval that require strategic precision.
For me, he is my star in a dark night,
The shoulder I cry into when life’s unbearable
Losses enrobe my heart in darkness, as he helps me fight
The devouring abyss making it acceptable.
As my shadow sits on the bench, alone,
My eyes mist like dew drops covering
The wet grass, as memories flood, gone,
The world has taken this love and kept living.
©️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
For my Fibonacci poem, Lone
Lone
One
lonely
Boy, shy
Tries making
A friend flying
Into the unknown,
Lonely. One. Loneliest
Number ever. It tests hardest
When you’re surrounded by familys’
Best, whose envy alienates you farthest.
Standing alone with a whirring world
That’s confusing, struggling blind,
Into unknowns that surround,
Bind your moves. Loud
Is the thunder around
That drowns bad
Decisions
Needing
Greater
Care.
One
Lonely
Boy, shy
Tries making
A friend flying
Into the unknown,
Lonely. One. Loneliest
Number ever. It tests hardest
When you’re surrounded by familys’
Best, whose envy alienates you farthest.
Standing alone with a whirring world
That’s confusing, struggling blind,
Into unknowns that surround,
Bind your moves. Loud
Is the thunder around
That drowns bad
Decisions
Needing
Greater
Care.
Poetry for Change 