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Review and accolade for my poem,  Fiery Wall

Malak Kalmoni. Chehab Almost every line enjambed, lovely consistent rhyme scheme, profound themes, excellent, Malak! This powerful poem speaks so authentically of the historical struggles you reference. How long must the fight against tyranny go on? I love the ironic contrast of the last line, the cycles of shifting power never change. Perhaps we should just tend our gardens. Superb poem!! By, Linda Powers O’Dell

Thank you for the honor and your hard work.

Fiery Wall

The wall finally fell in a fiery
Spell when the sorcerer’s blurry
Vision couldn’t allow for it to stand,
Dividing people through the hand

Of varying shades, races whose
Humanity never fades or cease
The opportunities to rebel
Against the status quo,  like the bell

That hides reality in its stout shape,
Ringing loudly to oppress, gape
At dissidents who wish to be seen,
Accepted, not belittled, hated, a screen

Placed to limit their perception
To force the acceptance of perdition
While the authorities using an iron fist,
Stronger than iron, lighter than carbon, a beast

That needs to feel their power
Propagating, never stagnant, rather
Reigning in tyranny, calculating
Loss as as number, inhuman, weakling,

Unknowing that as they cast
Their spell for power, another will fast
Approach, create a coup, found freedom
In an area filled with boredom.

©️ 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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Review and accolade for my poem,  Sounds of War

Malak Kalmoni. Chehab Wow, Malak, you really got to my heart with this powerful poem! All the repeated sounds of war are so evocative, calling up frightful images. I can’t help but think of Gaza, recent example of this terrible fear and destruction. So sad, so horrifying. Amazing images, fantastic poem! Bravo!! By, Linda Powers O’Dell

Sounds of War

Drum, drum, drum,
Drum the stoned bun,
Turn it around and run.

Drum, drum, drum,
The hum of whizzing stones
Drop like bombs on bones.

Crunch, crunch, crunch,
Rush to flee debris from a thump
That hits the head, and you’re dead! No pomp!

Stomp, stomp, stomp,
On the stoned cement
Fallen from bombardment ..

Cave, cave, cave,
Under the hopelessly inhumane
Conditions of decayed bodies, pain …

Rotting, rotting, rotting
Away in the streets, floors underground
With walls, furniture burying you, never found …

Slowly,  slowly,  slowly,
Killing you with death around you,
Within you, captivating you in its horror’s view.

Boom, boom, boom,
The shaking, quaking resulting
In fear spreading like bird songs floating …

Wheezing,  wheezing, wheezing,
Trying to breathe under the rubble
Is like being buried alive in moving sands in a cuddle.


©️ 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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Review and accolade for my poem, CHIAROSCURO

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.

©️ 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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Review and accolade for my poem,  Love’s Masks

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.

©️ 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,  We Did Everything

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.

©️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,  Wile’s Scare

Thank you for the honor and your hard work.

Wile’s Scare

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.

©️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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Review, accolade, and 3rd place for my poem, We Did Everything

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.

©️Malak kalmoni chehab ©️
Simile: line:  1, 2, 3, 7
Oxymoron: line: 14
Synesthesia: line: 21

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, Upheaval

Thank you for the honor and your hard work.

Upheaval

Coup d’état! Civil Unrest!
Rebellion against a colonizer, a pest,

Businesses men, family men
Gathering together are arrested, put in a pen,

No pillow, blanket, toilet, only a feast
Of roaches, ants, creepy crawler beast

Of fear, for men who get no rest.
Seeing my dad get arrested was a great test

For an 8 year old girl, whose lack 
Of understanding of politics didn’t give a frack

About all that, what I did care about
Was security,  family,  cousins, who had clout

But whose men were all indisposed,
So, women and children traveled

Away to reduce the stress on the men.
What about me, us? Noone asked and couldn’t ken

That the upheaval was traumatic,
But none spoke of it, rather it was repeated in frantic

Run to another border, unhygienic bathroom,
Food, Unfamiliar, on the go, speeding away from

Bullets ricochet in the Sky, while explosions
Rock the buildings around us. Decisions

On the fly got us safely to a country,
Safe, at that time, then traveled to London, fully

Anticipating another run, but, we spent
Ramadan there with friends before being sent

On another plane, to Canada, immigration,
What a fiction of safety needing integration

To survive, but beliefs, ethics strive
To cause trouble in the hive

That western society creates
For immigrants needing a place to forgets,

As trauma continues its hold, bold
In its fight to take root, but I won’t, under it, fold.

©️ 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 Excellence with Review for my poem, Funny Sunday

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Funy Sunday

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.

Watch the witchy, whaling, warbling,
Black pointed hat flying into the air
Sprinkling her brew that’s consuming
All in a blinding jiffy like a pair in flair.
©️ Malak kalmoni chehab ©️

Review by Dominique Albano

Malak Kalmoni. Chehab

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.

Congratulations 👏🎉

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 of my poem,  Free Speech

Thank you for the honor and your hard work.

Free Speech

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!

©️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