Poetry for ChangeFor one of my poems using a quote from Desmond Tutu about hope.
My poetry book, Perfectly Flawed poetry for change, combines themes about relationships, postcolonialism/ social criticism, and self-perception/ awareness/ growth.
https://www.amazon.ca/Perfectly-Flawed-poetry-Malak-Kalmoni/dp/1525582518
Share five things you’re good at.
I’m great at helping others in the fields. I feel I have a certain expertise, like listening to others’ likes and implementing them, especially if it has to with cooking or baking. The latter is, at times, a therapeutic form of stress relief, where I get to chop things and bludgeon the dough into submission 😀. I’m generally a great listener, except when someone is stubbornly narrow-minded, then i prefer not to converse or listen to them.
As an MA holder in English Literature, I l9ve to read, the more varied the better. I also write opinions, editing of thesis, poetry, and judging different types of books: novels, anthologies, and poetry. When it comes to my writing, I know I’m verbose, visual, and descriptive, which help when I feel stuck while I write. I like taking a detour in my writing before completing my original ideas.
As a daughter, wife, and mother, I love nurturing those I believe are mine! They all enjoy their food more when I make it, even if it’s a lowly sandwich 🥪 😋!
I’m an excellent helper to those who ask for it, or not, as I insert my services without being asked. That can lead to problems with some people, apparently! But, I don’t know why!
My poetry book, Perfectly Flawed poetry for change, raises a variety of themes that are humane in nature: relationships, postcolonial/ social criticism, self-awareness/ growth.
https://www.amazon.ca/Perfectly-Flawed-poetry-Malak-Kalmoni/dp/1525582518
What is one thing you would change about yourself?
It feels like the world spins and flows like a river, unstoppable, and when it seems as though you don’t have enough time for everyone you love. As a nurturer and introvert, I bottle up my worries as I try, unsuccessfully, to take care of everyone’s needs before my own. The time, I would like to have is so that I can take care of myself better. That way, I can give more.
Sometimes, the world around you feels so oppressive that it stumps your ability to navigate a world that supports murder, death, and genocide of those weaker. That feeling carries into your home, blocking your capacity to be there for your family, as it drowns you, constantly, in visions of charred bodies, women, children, elderly, even infants in incubators die. How can I reconcile my compassionate nature with what I’m being asked to bear witness to?
How can I perform within my family when I’m bombarded by such visions of violent, thoughtless aggression against the innocent? Why is it that I have to witness peoples’ lack of humanity as they watch and do nothing?
Poetess, Perfectly Flawed poetry for change
https://www.amazon.ca/Perfectly-Flawed-poetry-Malak-Kalmoni/dp/1525582518
Cycle of Time
Sands of time start with a babe’s
Conception of sperm and ovules,
Its development takes time;
Birth is a necessary hardship for the crime
Of having a babe to nurture and instill
Ethics, beliefs that take root
And can’t be uprooted by a boot.
Into adulthood, it grows and will fill
The shoes that were too large,
But now, too tight as it’s surpassed its cage,
Soared to become a leader, humane
In treatment of others and transcend the bane
Of chaotic filled desires that blinds
Your progress. In time, you’ll regress
Into infancy’s needs while powerless to halt the demise
Of what you’ve forged, ending up loose sands.
©️Malak kalmoni chehab ©️
My poetry book, Perfectly Flawed poetry for change, is available on all eplatforms, including Amazon
https://www.amazon.ca/Perfectly-Flawed-poetry-Malak-Kalmoni/dp/1525582518
As the peoples raise their flags,
Of varying countries, entering the earth,
The factory of races, dogmas that bags
Their beliefs, cultures, languages leaving no death
Unpunished by the laws of the peoples,
Who worship peaceful humanity
Whose heart is cleaved by what topples
Them: Pride and vanity.
Give the peoples a chance to
Revert to their simple virtues
Which lend a hand to friend and foe
And never bend under oppression’s cues.
©️Malak kalmoni chehab ©️
Perfectly Flawed poetry for change:
https://www.amazon.ca/Perfectly-Flawed-poetry-Malak-Kalmoni/dp/1525582518
If you didn’t need sleep, what would you do with all the extra time?
The time I’d spend sleeping would be used for deeper thought processes, which lead to better writing, especially poetry, as it’s best done while at rest. Reading, whether news, novel, or books on belief systems, assessing and comparing them to my values, is another way for me to understand others. Moreover, by thinking and writing about them, I can get my feelings across and help others see a different perspective.
Author, poetess of book, Perfectly Flawed poetry for change.
https://www.amazon.ca/Perfectly-Flawed-poetry-Malak-Kalmoni/dp/1525582518
What are your favorite animals?
I used to hate dogs as a child, as our guard dog, a Doberman, at the time, hat been out of his cage without my knowledge. It was a special day, I was wearing a red skirt and white top, with 2 brown braids over my shoulders. I ran into the yard, excited, speaking loudly to be heard over the sound of my siblings’ loud voices, suddenly, I felt a huge weight on my shoulders, and a heavy breath exhaling, as the dog quickly snapped on my braids. I screamed and ran, unknowing he’d be right behind me! A friend caught me by the arm and moved me out of the dog’s way, as something else attracted its attention. Since then, I’ve always been scared of dog’s, till we got our GSD, puppy Zeus. We was so tiny, a ball of affection, but nippy. He became my protector and was jealous of my husband if he came close to me. Zeus would move his entire cage to get to me if he felt I was unhappy or threatened.
From then on, I have a loving relationship with GSDs. The picture is of our current GSD, Sly, taking a well-earned moment after chasing a ball!
MASKulinity
(Poem from my book, PerfectlyFlawedpoetryforchange)
Man’s role in society today is changing and so are the rules that govern ‘his’ actions.
Death’s Door
The time for death is near,
Near the hearth of family,
Family, whose the sole perpetrator,
Perpetrator of unconditional love.
Love, that’s the ravager of loneliness,
Loneliness that drives despair,
Despair, that’s the cultivator
Cultivator of dispossessed souls,
Souls that needed love, received brutality.
Brutality that’s emotional and physical,
Physical breaks that takes ages,
Ages to mend, but never overcome,
Overcome completely the degradation,
Degradation of Death’s door that opens
Opens for all aggressors who’ve torn,
Torn away at your confidence.
Confidence that you rip out of their palms,
Palms that are covered in blood,
Blood of the innocent who survived,
Survived hell on earth and won,
Won the war over death’s door.
©️Malak kalmoni chehab ©️
Perfectly Flawed poetry for change, my book is on the finalist list for the Canadian Book Club Awards.
https://www.amazon.ca/Perfectly-Flawed-poetry-Malak-Kalmoni/dp/1525582518
Acrostic
Thankful for all I have, and never
Hate others for having more.
Another year and my appreciation grows
Never stopping its exponential climb.
Kneeling before GOD, the only,
Serving one another the way
GOD commanded us to be brothers,
Including love of all, while
Vying for HIS benevolence as we
Inquire about the reasoning for events
Glorifying death, murder, and immorality.
©️Malak kalmoni chehab ©️
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