Poetry for Change
Staring at the blank page, I wonder which words will Walk in the journal of the age Of fake people, news, expectations that kill The soul of creativity replaced, Replaced by AI, that seems to insist It will take over ingenuity, graced By humanity’s wondrous spirit whose gist Is made of light, dark, and grey. […]
POET OR AI, by Malak Kalmoni
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Wormhole
As the Wormhole siphones time,
It’s recycled and sent down for a prime
New look at what’s been done, as lime
Is sour and requires revisiting
Actions whose regret is culminating
In despair’s depression, hindering
All positive momentum. Stagnation
Halts your progress into a quagmire of rejection
Of all esthetics of developing a projection
Of change that surmounts captivating
Your potential, reigning in its joy, sunning,
Airing your problems, giving them wings, soaring
Into the azure skyline with birds, whose
Dire need for flight mirrors our soul’s
Urgent desire to relieve its cumbersome blows
Into a sea permitting you to see
The pivotal cacophony that clamors, like the bee
Buzzing to flee from the constraints that pee
On freedom’s liberating rebellion, key
To change and stomping on the caged monkey,
Man, who plays the ape to integrate into the sea.
©️ 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
Death’s Door
The time for death is near,
Near the hearth of family,
Family, whose the sole perpetrator,
Perpetrator of unconditional love.
Love, that’s the ravager of loneliness,
Loneliness that drives despair,
Despair, that’s the cultivator
Cultivator of dispossessed souls,
Souls that needed love, received brutality.
Brutality that’s emotional and physical,
Physical breaks that takes ages,
Ages to mend, but never overcome,
Overcome completely the degradation,
Degradation of Death’s door that opens
Opens for all aggressors who’ve torn,
Torn away at your confidence.
Confidence that you rip out of their palms,
Palms that are covered in blood,
Blood of the innocent who survived,
Survived hell on earth and won,
Won the war over death’s door.
©️Malak kalmoni chehab ©️
Perfectly Flawed poetry for change, my book is on the finalist list for the Canadian Book Club Awards.
https://www.amazon.ca/Perfectly-Flawed-poetry-Malak-Kalmoni/dp/1525582518
Poetry for Change 