savior – Poetry for Change

Certificate of Excellence for my poem, Funny Sunday

Thank you for the honor and your hard work.

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 fiery flair.

©️ 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

Diploma Certificate for my poem,

Thank you, administrators, for the accolade and your hard work.

Betrayal’s Ease

Shattered! Shattered mirror on the wall,
Tell me the tale of this broken heart,
Heart that was given in good faith, fall
From its bubble of joy unbound, ’till It start

Seeing a change in behavior
From her once loving spouse.
It started with little things, later
Home arrivals, short temper, grouse

As though she hasn’t accomplished
Her duties: caring for kids, perfecting
The art of home management, all his favored
Dishes made, all’s organized, unspoiled

Respect for his need to rest
After a strenuous day of work,
Not unlike hers, but does hers count?
You might ask. The answer is, it’s all work!

Then, she finds a jeweler’s receipt,
Waits several days to receive the gift,
But nothing comes of it except pain that leapt
Creating doubt, dishonor, hurt, she feels like a thrift

For her only treasures from him now
Are the angels asleep as she worries
What’s next. He comes home with undies
In his pant pocket. She recognizes

The brand, of course, it’s not hers!
She decides to shelve her negative
Assumptions, deciding to give another’s
Chance to either talk about it or walk away to live

Without her beauty, compassion, freshness,
Empathy that come in her brand of flair,
A flair that’s still attractive, needing caress
That’ll alleviate what presses the air

Out of chocking lungs that can’t breathe
From the devastating betrayal that doesn’t ease.

©️ 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