Blast the reality into heavenly sky Leaving values of religious nature Amplify your discipline, values Stand up for what’s right, never Provide others a reason to blasphemy Heating their anger as opposing views Enter the fray, aggression rises, Many loose tempers for they’re blinded Yet, they still discuss, so change is possible.
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.
His mahogany cello is tightly embraced, He cradles the bow as its wolf tones Create an echo into the roiling waves, tones That crest and dip into an abyss forced
To struggle with the undertow To rise and be heard. Its metronomes Have a tempo that moves feelings, homes For emotions that crawl out of the flow
Of notes composed and diligently Played to tell a story of heartache that’s As old as time, yet, it’s everlasting plots, Themes still apply today. So play, soar like a butterfly
From the cello’s strings, emote The chaos within, share its thrill As you play the emotions of the audience that fill Your mind’s eye even if they’re absent. So gloat
In your supremacy in affecting People’s empathy, humanity Through simple notes that fly Into the breeze with ease and humility.
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.
As he wander and cannot sleep with eyes closed. He walks barefoot, with his feet on the dewcovered Grass, the shepherd boy, with a plough and cloth protecting his shoulders, He walks to the field before sunrise. He has to walk miles down the hill, With clothes in colorful bursts As winter comes for the Babus! The laborers, the poor are always poor. They have to endure hardships with masked smile.
Open your eyes, oh ye rich people The poor around you are helpless. Those in your service are suffering on cold nights. They are suffering in sleepless pains. They walk with hungry eyes before sunrise. Ones go to golden fields to worship Maa Lakshmi. Unselfishly holding ond to faith as savior..!!!
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.
Malak Kalmoni. Chehab So many awful things to leave behind, amen! Your repetition of Farewell to these losses, traumas and horrors is both powerful and poignant. You portray them with amazing images and intriguing rhymes. I like how you alter your repetition to speak to hope for change and harmony. Wonderful poem, bravo!! 👏
By: Linda Powers O’Dell
Thank you for the honor and your hard work.
Say Farewell
Farewell I say To another year, slipping Into yesterday in a blink eying The world through a backward lense to play
Farewell I say To war that followed into genocide Where white phosphorus is a guide To death that’ll pay and say:
Farewell I say To colonizers whose dominance Is nothing but a posturing stance That rides a high till it lands in grey
Farewell I say To the muck of horrors that movies Would fear to display as crazies, For, to them I lay
My farewell to say: Leave the people to their freedom Don’t subjugate, ruin, destroy as you come To steal resources under cover of pray,
So, say farewell to the grey Quagmire of losses, trauma that sway In harmony with nature creating a stray Wind of change that’ll cross oceans and pray …
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.
The poem does fit the *Christmas Lights* theme— it mentions “blinking lights,” “green, red, blue, whites” that “twinkle at nights,” and paints a picture of a festive city glowing with those lights. Even though the piece drifts into heavier, more personal reflections on stress, loneliness, and gossip, the opening imagery of lights and the festive setting keeps it anchored to the theme.
Painted roofs On a cold day, running like hoofs, Their brilliant shine, It’s just fine Surrounded by pine Covered in blinking lights Green, red, blue, whites That twinkle at nights Giving rise to hope For a future where you don’t mope, Fall into depression Caused by holiday celebration That cost a liver, kidney, That you can’t live without the key Of life, for cheer revokes Loneliness, sadness that provokes Moodiness, violent cakes Falling apart As you built a life that makes You proud of your veneer That never touches ethics that peer Within, making you stronger For your life is lighter As most stress is caused By gossip’s ear, whose vanity paused To try and emulate what others had.
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.
Good and evil struggle to outshine One another, while evil seems To be winning as it destroys families, Creates dissertation, addictions that fine
The unity of community for egotism Reigns superior in darkness While light’s haven needs fullness Of discipline imposes on catechism
To succeed at goals that engender Hope, laughter, lightness of soul For those with compassionate tool Of love with oppress evil’s darker,
Fear that’s entrenched in subconscious Culture that reminds one of their lower Status in order to stay as the controller While the victim falls if not for the courageous.
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.
His mahogany violin is tightly embraced, He cradles the bow as its wolf tones Create an echo into the roiling waves, tones That crest and dip into an abyss forced
To struggle with the undertow To rise and be heard. Its metronomes Have a tempo that moves feelings, homes For emotions that crawl out of the flow
Of notes composed and diligently Played to tell a story of heartache that’s As old as time, yet, it’s everlasting plots, Themes still apply today. So play, soar like a butterfly
From the violin’s strings, emote The chaos within, share its thrill As you play the emotions of the audience that fill Your mind’s eye even if they’re absent. So gloat
In your supremacy in affecting People’s empathy, humanity Through simple notes that fly Into the breeze with ease and humility.
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.
Look, look upon the Azure blue sea It shines brilliantly of hope for all to see, No storms, battles, violent death mar Its crystalline shores with dismantled bodies, far From blemish free for purity, innocence
That need to flourish in childish Wonder, grow their curiosity without polish So their imagination is catapulted Into the stratosphere of flight, never endangered For war is a foreign concept without gore
They thrive on challenges galore That make a humongous score Into inventions, creations that never bore, Using them To improve life’s spore That’s harvested with gentle kindness of the core.
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.
Malak Kalmoni. Chehab Excellent extended metaphor, Malak, with powerful alliteration that roars like a mighty river! You explore so many ways in which life is like a flowing river. Childhood memories, regrowth and change, beauty and laughter, connecting with loved ones, all are reflected in the rush of waters you ride. Bravo!! 👏 by: Linda Powers O’Dell
Thank you for the review and accolade, it’s an honor.
River of Life
The river is an allegory for life It is at times smooth as glass, Clear as a bell, strong enough to sand rocks Into the smoothest silky textures. It’s teamed with life, as different species Live and let live, while others, more dangerous, Hunt, dessimate, and devour their preys.
It isn’t enough to see that rivers allegate To all that is portrayed in life, Rather one needs to be aware that cycles In nature are imitations of human life.
The strong prey on the weak, Large numbered populace impose their belief, Rather than understanding one another, Exchanging respect and help to survive The difficulties that life’s cyclones Throw your way to test your will, powers Your unity, compassion, empathy, and loves.
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.
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.
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.
Poetry for Change 