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Accolade and Review for my poem,  Phoenix’s Rise

Malak Kalmoni. Chehab Fantastic mirror and concrete poem, Malak! In your first stanza the first seven lines decrease in number of syllables, (10, 9, 8, 7, 6, 5, 3,) and then like a phoenix rising, the next seven lines increase, (3, 2, 6, 8, 8, 8, 8.) The last three lines are a preamble to your inspiring cascading refrain to embracing the future and starting anew like the glorious phoenix. The ruins and rubble of your first lines are wonderfully poignant; the central cause, ambition, is powerfully emphasized by repetition. You subtly acknowledge its benefits but deplore how it creates wealth that is used to dominate others. The cycles of the phoenix seem to be the way of the world. Superb inventive and thoughtful poetry! Brava!! By, Linda Powers O’Dell

A visual poem
Phoenix’s Rise 

The Phoenix will rise out of the ashes
Ashes of fire, destruction, rubble,
Rubble of buildings of cement,
Cement that housed families,
Families whose lives ruined,
Ruined by ambition,
Ambition!
Ambition.
Power
Power of politics,
Politics and economy,
Economy that leads to wealth,
Wealth that is revered for its breadth,
Breadth to dominate those with less,
Less money, connections,
Connections, compelling
Compelling survivors in

S        U        V       O       R        S
U        N        I        W      E        T
P        D        T        N      V        A
P        E         A        I         I       R
L        R         L         I       T         T
I                                N      A        I
C       A          R         G       L       N
A                   E                    I        G
T                   F          A       Z
I                   R                    E        A
O                  A          F       D        N
N                  I           U                  E
                    N          T        C       W
                                  U       U        .
                                  R       S
                                  E       T
                                            O
                                            M

©️ Malak kalmoni chehab ©️

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.

https://www.amazon.ca/Perfectly-Flawed-poetry-Malak-Kalmoni/dp/1525582518

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Accolade and Review for my poem,  Memories, Memory

Malak Kalmoni. Chehab Supremely joyous and uplifting, Malak! Oh those halcyon days of carefree play! “Let innocence flow like a flood” is a beautiful invocation. It speaks directly to our memories. We know exactly what it means without having to pin down the exact meaning of the word. You allow the reader to relate to it personally. You appeal to the truth that all kids are the same. Realization of our shared humanity should encourage us to reject stereotypes thereby restoring our own innocence. You invite us to focus on the freedom, laughter and fun of childhood. A kite is a perfect metaphor, your rhythm and rhyme scheme are absolutely wonderful! Excellent poem about childhood innocence!! By, Linda Powers O’Dell

Thank you Linda,  you humble me with your wonderful words.

Memories,  Memory

Memories, memories of childhood
Long gone, come back, come
Let’s play a song, a game,
Let innocence flow like a flood

Throw, throw away taught stereotypes,
Enjoy the games with all blood
Types, mixed races, all are kids who prod
One another regardless of religious hypes.

Oh to be so free as a child’s kite
No cares about evil, pedophile,
Predators, child abusers, all file
Into a chest locked away in a fight

To stay bright with joy, unmindfull
Of obstructions to laughter’s song
That glides into deadened hearts long
For beauty to brighten the awful

Despair of a dutiful social being
Whose memories of childhood
Spring with cheer, geer, games bold
In their actions for social strictures having

Not been forged, so pushing borders
Is the name of the greatest game
Of childhood’s frame
Where laughter, fun are all starters.
©️ Malak kalmoni chehab

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Platinum Certificate for my poem,  Women’s Wars

Thank you for the honor and your hard work.

Women’s Wars

Wars have always been about expansion,
Glorifying the ‘self’, stealing resources,
Empowering through the subjugation
Of the ‘other’ by binary opposition that courses
Through blood, and ‘elevates’ their superiority to deity.

From the Silk Road, to the Spice Road,
To the Swez Canal, White Sea, Ben Gurion,
All show the need for exclusivity for the broad
Perception of ‘Civilizing’. What a crock gone
Down the clock into eternal sleep. Happy.

For each critical endeavor, conquest,
Women rally the people, organize,
Fight, rebel, strive to keep morale, at best,
Alive within the hearts of people to strategize
Survival and the compulsion to resist oppression.

As the flowers bloom, so does the woman’s
Need to resist being lumped in a category
That she knows she doesn’t belongs
To, but rather asserts her judicial equality
In a society that’s still a patriarchy.


©️ Malak kalmoni chehab ©️

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.

https://www.amazon.ca/Perfectly-Flawed-poetry-Malak-Kalmoni/dp/1525582518

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Prison and/ or Liberty

“I, a bird from a confined prison, sings for liberation because of the death of liberty.” Mayyu Hamim

When the power of the pen is stronger than the image it represents, people start accepting their confined prison as their only reality.  However, when a people have been confined for decades, their only recourse is no longer humanity’s humanitarian help, but rather a spiritual one, where they rely on justice in the afterlife instead of that of politicians.

For all those who’ve been murdered unnecessarily in Congo, Somalia, Palestine, Bosnia/ Herzegovina, India, Rohinga, and many more, our hearts are bleeding with yours. Plus, if my only contribution is a word, poem, or comment here or there, excuse my powerlessness in the face of global economies that rule our world.

Author of Perfectly Flawed poetry for change

https://www.amazon.ca/Perfectly-Flawed-poetry-Malak-Kalmoni/dp/1525582518

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To Vote or not to Vote?

Do you vote in political elections?

I’ve come to the conclusion that elections in first or developing countries are rigged!

Notice that all scandals about electoral campaigns come out after the ‘President ‘ is elected and has power for a few years! What pisses me off is that politicians seem to feel that people lack the ability to connect events that place them in a negative light.

As you may have noticed, I dislike politics, but I also know that it’s a necessary evil everywhere you go. The problems we’re facing come with the dishonesty of the profession and its lack of keeping its promises. People need to become more aware and unite against this corrupt class of political leaders.

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Death of a Monarch

Almost a century of life, for her,
Seven decades as a ruler,
Having lived through upheavals,
Political and economic battles,

She was renowned for her strength
As a woman in a man’s earth,
Running the world from her
Ivory tower as a great power.

All she does is well documented
By history, media, family, that’s reported
With an eye for scandal,
And everything that’s amoral.

With her death comes younger blood,
Is it better, I wonder? They flood
Their position with new vision
That takes time, patience, and revision.

What will they bring to the table,
That’s enlightening and favorable
For the people?

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Land and See

The cape on the Mediterranean Sea is full of life,

Sea and land touch, mingle, and rejuvenate one another

Feeding life, withdrawing, touching, freer than a lear.

The mountains roll into the plains, then into the sea.

The scenery is breathtaking and full of variety:

A hinterland populated, busy with life and fun,

Where buildings and homes intersect in a pun,

Where the water touches the land, retreats, and returns frequently.

Watching those cities from above is like watching

A reel of the twenties where everything is in slow motion,

Leaving an image, a smell, a laugh and glorying

In the fabulous way Middle Easterners show emotion.

Their carefree cheer is contagious, although

I knows That beneath the smiles, there lies a valley filled

With depression, agonies of past wars, struggles

To simply survive in a world that others take for granted.

I wish upon a star for them to have a better life,

Filled with ease and love while knowing that the government

Tears the people asunder by pocketing what should be theirs.

The disillusionment and disparity in their lives is painful to see.

Yes wishing is all I can do, as the world is run by politics,

And those are governed by SuperPowers that we have

No control over, as they impose their reign and expects

Blind obedience otherwise Consequences ensue.