Poetry for Change
I came across this picture while trying to find out the location of Tonga since it has opened its borders to all refugees. What a humane act from an Island state! Hope others follow in their footsteps!
What do you write about when you’re unsure what to write about?
I fear my feelings are binding my ability to write today. I apologize for that, but then you have to give age its due. With it comes: fatigue and unending worries. In the world we live in today, where war, a crisis in food supply, increasing inflation and gas prices, where or who do you turn to to alleviate some of that pressure?
I try to stay strong for my family by keeping it bottled in. But how long can I manage that?
My only recourse is my faith, in which I drench my soul. It has the ability, with GOD’S words to place a balm of peace over a worried soul.
Try it, you won’t regret it.
A poem by me, read by me, from my poetry book, Perfectly Flawed.
It’s about the beauty of the moon, and the appearance it gives that all is easy. Patience and calm are reflected into the hubris of the 🌙 🌔 .
https://anchor.fm/malak-kalmoni/episodes/Hubris-of-a-City-Moon-e1k2lan
A poem read by Malak Kalmoni Chehab from her poetry book, Perfectly Flawed.
It’s about how believers don’t need proof of God’s existence, others do.
https://anchor.fm/malak-kalmoni/episodes/Beliefs-Immortality-e1jtfmv
A poem read by Malak Kalmoni Chehab from her poetry book, Perfectly Flawed.
It’s about loss, and the survivor’s need to Grieve, and wishing that you had a bit more time with loved ones.
https://anchor.fm/malak-kalmoni/episodes/A-Little-Bit-Longer-e1jot08
A poem read by Malak Kalmoni Chehab from her poetry book, Perfectly Flawed.
https://anchor.fm/malak-kalmoni/episodes/Lightning-Dreams-e1jkk9h
It’s about fearing one’s ability to achieve dreams, but the fear is the motivator to hard work and success.
A poem read by Malak Kalmoni Chehab from her poetry book, Perfectly Flawed. Enjoy being Perfectly Flawed!
https://anchor.fm/malak-kalmoni/episodes/MASKulinity-e1je3rm
I look upon the four hundred year old Cedar tree
That has survived such chaos, death, decimation
Of great forests of pine trees by invaders who ‘free’
It of its natural resources, life, and vegetation.
Encased in the trunk of the ancient tree, the world
Is small, burning hot under the summer sun, flashing
Its heat and brilliance to help everything grow into a postcard
That’s photoshopped into being breathtaking
In its organized life, only disturbed by humans barking
Out order for dissolving the inner and outer beauty of its solitude.
Slipping out of the of the cedar tree, I take my human form
And gaze astounded on my reflection: wrinkled skin,
Darkened splotches, and great disillusionment
Darkens the depth of my eyes as I lay bare upon the bank.
The scenes of war and decimation I witnessed
Have been imprinted on my soul, waiting for any deed
That will alleviate my despair that humanity is a dying breed
That needs new blood, ingenuity, and values
To help it defeat famine, war, racism, and religious discriminations.
A poem read by Malak Kalmoni Chehab from her poetry book, Perfectly Flawed.
https://anchor.fm/malak-kalmoni/episodes/Open-Mindedness-e1je32r
It’s about humanity’s need to debunk stereotypes and overcome gaslighting that destroys human compassion and empathy.
