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Award of Appreciation for my poem, Harvest Kindness

Thank you for the honor and your hard work.

Harvest Kindness

Like the roots through which life
Flows, fluctuates, and grows, flowers,
Bushes, forests blossom with ease, protectors
Of nature require no rewards in strife,

Drought, flood, or perfect weather,
Kindness given without expectations
Grows it’s own roots, foundations
For the hereafter that require prayer,

Respect given without limits,
Belief in the intangible, angels,
Nature’s wonderment, peace fills
Our hearts as we give and pits

Our disappointments against
Harvesting morality’s seeds
Granting Our harmony that pleads
For compassion’s empathy, a breast

Shoulder you can rely on in the worst
Times, for you’ve given freely
And your reward comes in heavenly
Support from all you’ve helped, the best

Conveyors of unrest, for they
Request only your grain of kindness
In a yield of pure emotion, bless
The quay where you can rest every day.

©️ 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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Certificate of Appreciation

Exert of my poem: Home Bound. It received a certificate of appreciation.

Home Bound

I’ve traveled far and long,
The journey was arduous
With many upheavals that long
For calm introspection, that’s generous

As hindsight will always
Bog you in regret, like a fog
That never dissipates and plays
Havoc with emotions that leap like a frog…

Poetess, author of poetry book, Perfectly Flawed poetry for change, that’s 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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Certificate of excellence, Drum Roll, Die

Drum Roll, Die 

Life’s dreams of roses and colored glasses
Have been assassinated by explosions,
Devastation, destruction of homes and gardens,
Where flowers and innocence grew.
In their place, fog, smog, smoke spew
Chocking breaths and arrest hearts that drew
Their last drummer’s beat and fell in death’s pew.
When will their year of restitution
Come to being a realization?
When will they experience the exhiliration
Of being free without groveling?
When will their neighborhoods be overflowing,
Rehousing them, others, a community not governing?

Patience, faith, and unity will invariably
Win the fray always knowing the end is ‘liberty’
While social development soars accordingly.


©️ Malak kalmoni chehab ©️