Poetry for ChangePEACE
Acrostic
Please pray and provide peaceful
Elemental needs for those in danger of
Armed military conquests, who
Convene to critically splice countries to support their
Economies and spread fear of their power.
©️ Malak kalmoni chehab ©️
Author of Perfectly Flawed poetry for change
https://www.amazon.ca/Perfectly-Flawed-poetry-Malak-Kalmoni/dp/1525582518
‘Oh Woman’ published in Gival press issue 187
Thank you, Marie Harris, for the honor! The picture prompts you produce are always amazing!
Winter’s Hold
A quater of the full moon
Is covered by blue clouds,
Looking like Swiss cheeses
Whose borders are tree branches,
Naked from any adornments.
As the other tree’s branches rise
Higher, they touch the smoke
Coming out of chimney’s poke,
That reaches into the sky, a supplication stroke,
To an unending, breathtaking look
Generating a reverence for the real,
Imposing nature of winter’s bold
Winter scenery that takes a hold
Over you, as wonder as beauty’s cold
Reverence stretches into the raven sky taking in the fold.
As the branches hug the moon,
So does nature embrace man’s vicarious
Need to expand into its territory, vivacious
In his propagation, uncaring of his malicious
Effect on nature’s cycle that’s on the way to decimation.
©️ Malak kalmoni chehab ©️
Fall has begun, and yet orchids continue to burgeon, producing buds that turn into astounding multi-colored flowers! If that isn’t a miracle of nature, I don’t know what it would be.
Although I love each season, for they each provide their own beauty, still, fall is a favorite of mine. The grey skies, the rain, the strong winds all create an ambiance for reading and creating!
My poetry book, Perfectly Flawed poetry for change:
https://www.amazon.ca/Perfectly-Flawed-poetry-Malak-Kalmoni/dp/1525582518
I’m flabbergasted by the honor of this certificate for my poem: Athena, based on a picture prompt.
Athena
Her resplendent beauty gleams
In the raven sky, her star shines
Brighter with her golden armor, protective
Of her vulnerabilities, as she needs to survive.
Its glow is there to strive
To outlast the unbeliever who stirs the hive.
Her might glistens and reverberates
Throughout her vicinity, vindictive as it propels
Instability, division, dissention, and war!
Booming war cries echo their strengths, none bar
Her entry, as she subjugates those weaker
Through fear and magic of her glittery armor.
Those whose insolence is hidden behind their
Camouflage of piety, are two, three faced, where
They keep their dissonance locked,
So their perfidy is unexpected,
And the humbleness nothing but beguiled
Discourse that pleases the open hearted.
Beware of those wearing lambskin,
But are in reality cutthroats whose noggin
Is an empty shell that requires
It to be filled by others to act out wars.
©️ Malak kalmoni chehab ©️
https://www.amazon.ca/Perfectly-Flawed-poetry-Malak-Kalmoni/dp/1525582518
My poem is included in this wonderful collection of authors from The Unsealed. Thank you for the opportunity to be part of this project. The book is available on Amazon.com.
Please follow the link to buy the Kindle or physical copy of the book. It’s been getting great reviews.
Hold and Release
Hold, hold onto the fleeting sands
Sands of time, slipping, sliding, gliding,
Gliding along your fingers, sticking,
Sticking with muddy matter as it lands,
Lands in crumbs, crystallized pellicules,
Pellicules, colored, reflecting light,
Light that has the might of hopes,
Hopes that are flimsier than sand’s plight.
Plight of a continuously flowing bowl,
Bowl, forming, disintegrating, blazing,
Blazing a trail, making inroads, Hansel style,
Style that helps you find your way home,. Honing,
Honing your abilities, like the sand castle,
Castle changing shape, hearing, experiencing,
Experiencing upheaval of life’s emotional,
Emotional grind that shatters peace, raking,
Raking your soul into strips and crumb,
Crumb, that your creative hands glue,
Glue back together, to form a superb,
Superb soul that glitters,
Glitters in the sun, and shimmers,
Shimmers in the raven sky, bringers,
Bringers of hope, elusive but tangible, elevates humans.
©️Malak kalmoni chehab ©️
‘Three things can never be taken back: a word
That’s spoken, an arrow speeding away from
its bowstring, and time that lapses.’*
As I look upon the candle flame,
Flame, I let reality drift into memories,
Memories good and bad alike, linger,
Linger with emotions that stomp.
Stomp out the flickering negativity,
Negativity, that drives you into a chasm,
Chasm, that festers in agony,
Agony of disappointment and betrayal.
Betrayal wrapped in honeyed words,
Words you can’t take back, flay,
Flay you open in twain. Obscuring,
Obscuring your light from shining,
Shining brighter than perfidy.
Perfidy of a stabbing arrow,
Arrow that starts feuds, wars,
Wars that bring death and destruction,
Destruction of lives, property, livelihoods,
Livelihoods that bring families, friends,
Friends and community to a stand-still.
Still that wee flame ignites passions, faith,
Faith that overcome the lapse,
Lapse of time, that flows like the sea,
Sea of time, that drowns each moment,
Moment in a flood that can’t be touched.
Let the flirting flame engulf your heart,
Heart with its heat and adulation to optimism.
*An Arabic saying, translated by the author inspired this poem, as well as the picture.
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 ©️
Being honored for my poem, My Powers.
Enclosed is an exert of the poem to wet your appetite for more!
My Powers
Believing in yourself is the first
Step to building strength that doesn’t rest.
Then, listening to others, not needing
To participate, being unjudgemental, hearing
What others need, interject, harboring
Your doubts and advice so as not harming.
Speak my mind, state my faith,
Being proud of my achievements whose…
Faith and belief are the core
Of my power to never bore, …
My scars, those that society frowns
Upon, are my badges of honor, survivals,
Will, and mind over matters
That seem trivial in light of my powers.
Poetry for Change 