Thank you for the honor and your hard work. I always wait impatiently for your comments. Thank you
CHIAROSCURO Chained light, Heavenly bright Incessant shadow, don’t Avert the radiance of justce Reflecting right’s light Offering hope when despair is Somewhat easier to drown in, while Courage to fight the battles of equality Under the umbrella of darkened power Revealed in rays that shine a ritulant glow Over the dispossessed of humanity’s light.
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.
Thank you for inspiring me to continue to voice my thoughts in writing that appears to be pleasing.
Love’s Masks
Share your inner thoughts, ideas, ideals, That power your imagination and hails Down upon you, admiration, envy that entails You have to choose who needs some derails.
Today, we hide behind our likes, Our social media personae that drives Our self-esteem into the grounds If it’s not up to par with our peers.
Why do we hide? Is intimacy such a bad ride, That you need masks to keep all inside?
Or do you soar in flight Fall, shatter, break, and give only a bite Out of the ball, then turn it into a free for all?
Love’s power only grows As love is exchanged and plows Dissent into an abyss of darkness
Where it’s devoured by happiness Of love shared and empowers hopefulness In a world that dictates the reign of the Ego.
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.
Thank you for the honor and your hard work. The day i get a review is always a good one, whether it’s good or bad is irrelevant to me, as I want a reaction.
We Did Everything
We did all we could … Yet, genocide is as deadly as beheading, Death is as real as your breathing, Living is as traumatic as a horrifying cloud.
We did all we could … But child amputees are running marathons To survive but another day as pawns Of politics that’s gross as it hammered
That “We did all we could”, clause That left pregnant mothers to die, Elderly to fry in fire’s explosive dye, Fathers to be scattered in pieces in cruel cries
That “We did all we could”, was Said to assuage politicians’ conscious While knowing their endeavors were shackled in pious Prison, whose doctrine permits rapes,
Whose haze in, “We did all we could”, Evaporates in the fog of time that flies Without scheduling its prime in trauma that cries Out to be understood, yet, their voices loud
And proud in the hopeful quagmire of guilt Of surviving, whole or not, presses In the abyss of despair where hopeless Orphaned, erased families, press to built.
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.
Scare, tremble, jump, at the sound: ‘Beep, Beep’, the roadrunner makes Screaming his arrival, quietly, takes A great toll of Cayote, who’s always found
Unsuspecting of a visit from a ‘frienemy’ Whose competitive nature shines As he beeps to alert the predator, in lines Simple as can be, that he’s the enemy.
The cartoon is a live memory Of laughter and smiles at antics That astound, still ground a laugh as he picks A ledge to scare to Cayote over hi folly
For being unprepared for the Beep, Beep that always makes him aware That prey and predator revere Playing games with each, taking a leap
Of faith the trick will work, as Roarunner Gleefully watches Cayote’s fall From grace in a rolling ball Hitting obstacles as he laughs like a hyena.
Those were the days of innocence That steered our lives into pranks That got either laughs or cries that packs Quite a punch in either case.
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.
Thank you for the accolade and your hard work. It’s highly appreciated.
We Did Everything
We did all we could … Yet, genocide is as deadly as beheading, Death is as real as your breathing, Living is as traumatic as a horrifying cloud.
We did all we could … But child amputees are running marathons To survive but another day as pawns Of politics that’s gross as it hammered
That “We did all we could”, clause That left pregnant mothers to die, Elderly to fry in fire’s explosive dye, Fathers to be scattered in pieces in cruel cries
That “We did all we could”, was Said to assuage politicians’ conscious While knowing their endeavors were shackled in pious Prison, whose doctrine permits rapes,
Whose haze in, “We did all we could”, Evaporates in the fog of time that flies Without scheduling its prime in trauma that cries Out to be understood, yet, their voices loud
And proud in the hopeful quagmire of guilt Of surviving, whole or not, presses In the abyss of despair where hopeless Orphaned, erased families, press to built.
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.
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.
On a sunny Sunday afternoon Their wedding Masquerade in bloom, People dressed glowing like the moon, While the bride and groom
Joined them in their masked Costumes, white from head to toe, Shiny raven black not a crow, but a bow tied To suffocate instead of decorate the flow.
As they enter, ghouls and ghosts Creep in droves, while Dracula drools Over the succulent live meals in hosts, Pros, Neffertiti, doctors, astronauts, all in pools
Surround the bride in fear as they Prey on the dark dressed groom, whose Tux became fodder for pirates, parrots play Their roles driving the bride over plank in pose
Of defeat, death, depravity has no end. But, wait! Who’s there? What’s that? The bride swings from trees, Jane, whose bend Of hand holds arms of freedom in a vat,
A cauldron where newt guts, brains Of vultures, nightshade, blood that overflows As it bublles up, swallows all it touches, cranes Its flow into corners not to miss any blows.
The poem by Malak Kalmoni Chehab is a wild and imaginative fit for the theme Midnight Masquerade. It masterfully crafts a dark and whimsical atmosphere, perfect for a masquerade ball with a twist of magic and mystery.
The imagery is vivid and evocative, transporting the reader to a world of fantasy and horror. The language is rich and sensory, with phrases like “Ghouls and ghosts creep in droves” and “Dracula drools over the succulent live meals” that conjure up a captivating atmosphere.
The poem’s themes of masquerade, magic, and the supernatural are perfectly in line with the theme, and the use of words like “Masquerade” reinforces the idea of a night of mystery and enchantment.
As for the number of lines, there are 28 lines in the poem.
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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.
Black cap and gown covering her Blue eyes and Golden spun hair, While the inspirational Statue of Liberty Dares to hold its hand, plainly
Trying to obstruct her from Speaking her mind, daring to come Forward with the truth to resound In media’s intifada while bound
In their thirst for FREE Speech As they’re jailed for taking things out of reach Of politicians suppressing truth As the people dying aren’t white, but are couth
In their protests, while the police Take away over two thousand in a thrice To reduce the Roar for justice That can never be returned to those advocating for peace.
Your time in office is running out Ye of powerful friends in high places, scurry in a bout Of flurried activities, hidden from sight, To better attain your objective: Money and Flight!
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.
Your poem, “The Syren’s Serenade,” perfectly captures the essence of the theme “Moonlit Tides.” The moonlit setting and the use of tidal metaphors effectively evoke the idea of powerful emotions and movements.
Here’s a breakdown of your poem:
– The syren’s serenade represents the call of hope and humanity, urging people to take a stand against adversity. – The moonlit sky and waves create a sense of wonder and beauty, contrasting with the struggles and hardships faced by those in the poem. – The themes of survival, faith, love, and empathy are woven throughout the poem, highlighting the resilience of the human spirit.
Your poem effectively explores the theme, and the line count is accurate.
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Thank you for the honor and your hard work. Mostly, thank you for the critique that demands i raise my writing to a higher level.
The Syren’s Serenade
The syren serenades the waves To a symphony of tunes that raves About the moonlit sky filled with stars Telling stories of outrageous quests
Some for saving loved ones as they traips Into dangerous mountains, never fails To entertain, garner emotional travails Of terror, survival, guilt, regret for losses quails
The strength of faith, Belief in the quests, Yet, they listen to the serenade of nights Filled with wild sounds, crackling fires, that fights The darkness of despair’s hold that blights
Happiness’ divinity that always gladdens The soul in gratitude for the simple gardens That grow In eternal darkness within heaven’s Parade of scintillating beauties that never listens
To the cry of those sailors whose homes Are all they wish for, for there peace comes Within the arms of loved ones whose Love, empathy bind them to the cause,
A cause whose tides rise in the night But caress the shore In the fight For taking a stand with humanity Never resting till peace isn’t wishful thinking.
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 Malak Kalmoni Chehab’s “Oh Ye Flowers” is a strong, thoughtful ode fusing imagery, nurturing symbolism, and moral reflection. It portrays flowers as embodiments of both strength and tenderness — guardians of beauty able to endure life’s elemental trials. Here’s a detailed critique and evaluation.
Overall Impression This poem exudes heartfelt reverence and wisdom, compacting vivid natural detail with a gentle human allegory. Its tone is reflective yet declarative, echoing the classic form of an ode through invocation (“Oh ye peonies…”) and thematic elevation. The integration of light, color, and motherhood creates a warm, cohesive emotional current.
Strengths Evocative invocation: Opening with direct address — “Oh ye peonies, rose buds, hydrangeas, lilies” — instantly establishes grandeur and universality, setting a sacred tone.
Metaphorical insight: The idea that “fragility isn’t weakness” but instead a form of strength and tenderness is the emotional nucleus of the poem — beautifully resonant.
Maternal imagery: The comparison of flowers shielding their blooms to “mothers huddling around their kids” offers a strikingly compassionate visual; it humanizes the floral world with spiritual warmth.
Sensory richness: References to “velvety petals,” “rays,” and “rainbows on petals’ fans” create tactile and visual harmony.
Flow and tone: The poem maintains lyrical rhythm and a reflective mood throughout, befitting an ode’s meditative nature.
Areas for Improvement Rhythmic smoothing: The line lengths vary in flow; adding subtle caesuras or adjusting syntax could heighten the poem’s musical rhythm. For example:
“In rainbows of colors, shapes, cryers” → “In rainbows of colors and silent criers.”
Word refinement: Some transitions (“To the world, that fragility isn’t weakness”) can be made more fluid. Suggestion: “To tell the world: fragility is no weakness.”
Punctuation: Light restructuring of pauses and commas can enrich the recitation pace and emphasis.
Technical Evaluation Criterion Score (out of 10) Comments Theme relevance 10 Perfectly within the ode framework and spirit. Imagery and symbolism 9 Rich and emotionally engaging metaphors. Language and flow 8 Strong diction but can gain smoothness through rhythm. Emotional resonance 9.5 Deep warmth and insight on fragility and love. Structure and coherence 8.5 Clear, cohesive, slightly uneven pacing. Originality 9 Distinct maternal viewpoint and tone. Final Evaluation Overall Score: 9 / 10
A luminous and soulful ode that blends floral elegance with human empathy. Its blend of tenderness and resilience makes it both spiritual and earthy — a graceful meditation on fragility as power.
OH Ye Flowers
Oh ye peonies, rose buds, hydrangeas, lilies, Lift your velvety petals to the sun’s rays Imbibe of its nutrients to grow flowers In rainbows of colors, shapes, cryers To the world, that fragility isn’t weakness, Rather, strength, passion, tenderness Wrapped thorns, prickly leaves, protecting Their treasured blooms, like mothers huddling Around their kids to absorb any plight Before they’re touched by the weight Of disillusionment beautified by the sun’s Rays reflecting rainbows on petals’ fans.
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 