The sun and moon have an understanding
Neither takes over the other by encroaching
On their exact time. Play their lullaby while boasing.
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Tag: Malak Kalmoni Chehab
I’ve been posting my writing there as part of an international group of poets are given a prompt they need to follow. I was one of those honored with this plaque.
It’s very interesting to be a part of such groups as you grow from the variety of perspectives alone.
Thank you
I was one of the judges for the Offtopic short story competition, and one of the stories won, Whiteout, the other got an honorable mention, Don’t Be A Beethoven.
It was an honor to be a judge and a great experience.
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Happy Thanksgiving
So the turkey isn’t in the oven and won’t be eaten, as I have nome. However, my appreciation for all that I have, senses, arms, legs, family, love, hate, all I’m thankful for, for each teaches you something new.
Always be thankful for what you have, as others most likely might have less.
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Prickly Rose
The thorn in the rose rose
To prick and pick the pose
Of the stone staying style
Of bone that bosses boys
From tome to tome to
Cover conversations in cold
Winter storms that hinder the hearer
From accepting and acknowledging
Avarice that alienates avowels
Of loyalty, love, and lies
That embue endless enmity.
https://at.tumblr.com/malakkc-poetry/prickly-rose/qaapzwsv1nat
I came across this and wanted to share the beauty, delicacy, and women’s strength in living a life carrying out many roles in a society that lacks appreciation for all she does.
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Thankfulness!
I had a lumpectomy done today. What a wonderful job the nurses and doctors did in their jobs as well as keeping my morale high.
The presence physical and emotional of my family members boosted my morale even more.
I’m hoping I’ll feel better quickly and get back to my blog.
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Behind the Door
In a world where silence
Is a luxury at the core
Grab the peace
Where there’s only violence at the door.
How do you hold onto it?
How do you keep it, or
Stay sane in a fit
Where chaos is always at the door?
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Moon 🌙
By the harvest moon
The lover’s moon reaches out,
Only to swoon
At the alter of harvest being picked out.
In a bout, the moons collide
The lover imposes its power
Fully intending to win and bide
His time to overpower such wonder.
As the lover reigns
The harvest gains, through pains of
The glory of feeding, with grains,
The world that’s exploding in a bluff.
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Writing poetry
Your Muse is either music (DavidArnold, Who YouReally Are, & Metamorphosis), society, you, life, relationships, dicord, or anything really. You add your words, on paper, and you get this:
Notice please: crossed out parts, lines that are supposed to an m, and personal note at the top (Kafka). Love writing!
Poetry for Change 