Poetry for ChangeIf you won two free plane tickets, where would you go?
I’d take my youngest child, a girl, 23 already, with me as she’s had a fantasy about going to Hawaii. I believe her teenage adulation of the show, Hawaii Five 0, is in part to blame for her fascination with the island. The other reason for it is that it has tropical warm weather that heats you from the inside out.
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Kisses, Kisses Galore
The lightest touch
Of soft lips that blot
Out the world in a single brush
Of velvety skin mesmerizing
Thoughts into emotions
Of focused adoration
That binds.
Filaments of love
Grow in a perpetual
Movement of exponential growth,
When two become one, and
They, in turn, become
A family, where
Kisses vary.
Many loves
Abound around us
Filling our lives with motivations,
And supremacy in emotional
Balance That renders
Us better able to
Love freely.
©️ Malak kalmoni chehab ©️
Which food, when you eat it, instantly transports you to childhood?
Whenever I have a pita, butter, sugar sandwich, or sweetened condensed milk, I feel like I’m 7 years old again. I’ve always had a sweet tooth that hasn’t changed!
I still love my sweets, but my palate has evolved to become a bit more sophisticated. Now, I love sweets, but those homemade, like the mamoul I made for the upcoming Eid. Left is a semolina cookie stuffed with walnuts, sugar, and orange Blossom water; right, date semolina cookie. The smell sent me back 4 decades as my mom used to do the same, still does.
Farther, frantic, frivolous, funny
Arbitrary, amazing, amorous, angry
Terrified, terrific, tutor, tumble, true
Healing, hearty, heavenly, hotheaded
Embrace, empower, enormous, encouraging
Rare, rowdy, resolute, resolved, remembered
All of these and more apply to a Father.
A day a year is never enough to appreciate
All he does for his family.
Sacrifice is his middle name,
Silent support is his first,
Power and strength are his last name,
A pillar of wisdom is his endgame.
Author of poetry book, Perfectly Flawed https://www.amazon.ca/Perfectly-Flawed-poetry-Malak-Kalmoni/dp/1525582518
Describe one of your favorite moments.
I waited 9 months to meet her. Through my swollen belly, cramps, hot flashes, sweats, and excruciating pain, I finally got to hold her, Fida is her name. She’ll be 29 at the end of August, but the second she was placed in my arms, she became all mine. Her smell, her tiny fingers, toes, arms, tummy, diapers, and sweet voice. Even when she cried, she was quiet, calm, and too cute for her own good. She made me a mother, teacher, friend, mentor, who surpassed her loving mother.
That moment is still ingrained in my heart and mind. I take it out when I’m down, peruse the happiness, joy, fear, and the miracle of birth, and know that the world will make a positive turn, in which it will revere the family unit, it’s simplicity and loyalty.
Picture poetry contest on ‘The Writer’s Wave’ on Facebook. The poem ‘Haloed Memories ‘, from my poetry, Perfectly Flawed: poetry for change. Much appreciated!
What is one question you hate to be asked? Explain.
If I’ve lost weight, rare, then I’m happy. However, I’ll have gained it it, and it shows around my stomach. That area is very sensitive for me, as I’ve had 2 bowl obstruction surgeries, so no matter what I do, I’ll always have a tummy. The good thing about it though is that it shows that I enjoy life/food/ desserts. 😋
Fragile paper hearts
Easy to tear,
but cuts
Like a bear.
Its unique shape
Lends to despair,
When it broke
By your hand and air.
Its unique shape
Rises into fullness,
Then dips in face
Of falsehood that pierce.
Look into its shape
That seems divided
Into yay and nay, a cape
Of vascillation that cried.
Its tear wails
Till eye sight is blind
With too many choices
And decisions that bind.
Oh ye who have
A paper heart,
Let its love
Blind you and don’t cut.
Share your inner thoughts, ideas, ideals,
That power your imagination and hails
Down upon you, admiration, envy that entails
You have to choose who needs some derails.
Today, we hide behind our likes,
Our social media personae that drives
Our self-esteem into the grounds
If it’s not up to par with your peers.
Why do we hide?
Is intimacy such a bad ride,
That you need masks to keep all inside?
Or do you soar in flight
Fall, shatter, break, and give only a bite
Out of the ball, then turn it into a free for all?
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Comments on my poetry
He calls me angel,
Who gave him another three,
Two girls balanced by a boy,
Whose hearts are intertwined
And need greater space than a tiny heart.
Poetry for Change 