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3rd Place, Certificate of Excellence for our collaboration poem, 

Thank you for the honor and your hard work.

Title – Orphans of War

Orphaned children of war,
Are hungry for peace that’ll crease
Away the trauma that resides, never sees
The light after wounds, amputations that are core

To surviving the war. As children
Whose childhood was decimated
By loss, parents, safety, laughter, loved,
Replaced by uncertainty, confusion, a burden

To those who survived with them, unable
To function in a world where war
Is the norm, peace is a broken contract far
From the ideals of humanity that are incomparable.

©️ Malak kalmoni chehab


Debashrita Basu

Wars are nothing but a destruction of humanity
Loss of kindness, sympathy and love
Domination of a power over the world
Killings of many innocent women and children

Many physical scars are there
But psychological scars will never be decreased
It will destroy the innocence of children
Who are the victims of wars

Orphans of wars
Become victims of permanent fear and anxiety
Their sufferings are equal to God’s sufferings
Their pain means a lot.

©️ Debashrita Basu

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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Triple Diamond Certificate for my poem,  Her Home of Glass

Thank you for the honor and your hard work.

Her Home of Glass

Her home is made of glass,
Glass bottle that only bubbles,
Bubbles with her emotions, bottled,
Bottled up from fear,
Fear of a release that’ll explode,
Explode in shards of glass,
Glass that’ll embed in skin,
Skin that’s thin, easily penetrated,
Penetrated, fragile, vulnerable,
Vulnerable to injuries physical, emotional,
Emotional that devastate the psyche,
Psyche where trauma resides,
Resides in the our hearts,
Hearts that decay with anger,
Anger that makes us decimated in hunger,
Hunger for peace that’ll turn,
Turn her glass paradigm into solid,
Solid unpenatrable armor,
Armor that protects, unbreakable,
Unbreakable when faced with difficulties,
Difficulties of life that pulverize,
Pulverize the heart and mind,
Mind that needs peace to reside calm.


©️ 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,  War’s ABCs

Malak Kalmoni. Chehab Wow, Malak, congratulations on such a powerful, historical poem! The state oppressing the people is an ages old story, but you make it come completely and authentically alive. Your images are quite extraordinary, beautiful in their precision and force. Gut-wrenching and heart breaking, this amazing poem speaks to the pain of cruel injustice. I believe this is an extremely important poem and should be widely read wherever apartheid held or is holding sway, wherever its effects are still felt. Bravo!!! 👏👏👏 by: Linda Powers O’Dell

War’s ABCs

Arms, armor, tanks, drones,
Bombs explode in streets where
Children, women, elderly
Dive for protection from shrapnel
Entering organs, amputating limbs,
Fearing the fiery hell they hide in homes
Gravely hazardous for their foundation
Has been shaken by continuously
Imploding heat, vibrations from bombs
Jumping into their perimeter to
Keep natives from procreating and
Living lives in harmony that traverses
Many generations, cut by decimation of
Numerous family trees buried under ruins
Omnifarious combining rubble, dead bodies,
Petrification of survivors, amputees, whose
Quandary lies in how to survive the guilt
Restricting each breath they take while
Seeming to live, while knowing the
Truth about the transience of life
Under occupation, Apartheid, 
Vainly holding onto their tattered,
Wasteland of a broken open air prison.

©️ 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 for my poem,  We Did Everything

Thank you for the honor and your hard work.

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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Gold Certificate for my poem,  Writing Visions

Thank you for the honor and your hard work.

Writing Visions

In the depth of autumn’s fury,
The day has a ritulant glow
Encasing her gold tresses in a halo
Of light As she holds her pen, poised, to carry

Her vision of a world filled with cheer,
Shimmering over the river’s shore,
Accepting her peaceful humanity where fear
Is a forgotten feeling that seeps through pore

Flooding away its trauma, building
New communities, integrated with purpose
As she watches addictions evaporating
And discipline, righteousness are the cause

Held dear to all. She keeps her pen
Over the paper, wishing, wishing
That life as she knows it dissipates into a hen-
House, encasing all the negativity and fishing

Out the best of optimism’s cry
That resonates into souls needing to fight.
©️ 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

By: Zac Warden

Malak Kalmoni. Chehab powerful poem Malak, Hard hitting and rightly so! This is a well crafted poem but probably quite difficult to verbalise aloud… it has few obvious breaks or pauses between stanzas and complex word use… The only way I think this could be adequately delivered is then hard and fast, within righteous anger, an emotional outpouring of angst? Or very slowly in a resigned,defeated tempo… mid way would stumble… and it is too good a poem with too important a message to stumble…. I’m interested in your thoughts?

Thank you for the honor and your hard work. This was a spoken poem that’s difficult to render,  but I’ll do my best.

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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Gold Certificate of Excellence for my poem, Writing Visions

Thank you for the honor and your hard work.

Writing Visions

In the depth of autumn’s fury,
The day has a ritulant glow
Encasing her gold tresses in a halo
Of light As she holds her pen, poised, to carry

Her vision of a world filled with cheer,
Shimmering over the river’s shore,
Accepting her peaceful humanity where fear
Is a forgotten feeling that seeps through pore

Flooding away its trauma, building
New communities, integrated with purpose
As she watches addictions evaporating
And discipline, righteousness are the cause

Held dear to all. She keeps her pen
Over the paper, wishing, wishing
That life as she knows it dissipates into a hen-
House, encasing all the negativity and fishing

Out the best of optimism’s cry
That resonates into souls needing to fight.


©️ 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 for my poem,  Writing Visions

Thank you for the honor and your hard work.

Writing Visions

In the depth of autumn’s fury,
The day has a ritulant glow
Encasing her gold tresses in a halo
Of light As she holds her pen, poised, to carry

Her vision of a world filled with cheer,
Shimmering over the river’s shore,
Accepting her peaceful humanity where fear
Is a forgotten feeling that seeps through pore

Flooding away its trauma, building
New communities, integrated with purpose
As she watches addictions evaporating
And discipline, righteousness are the cause

Held dear to all. She keeps her pen
Over the paper, wishing, wishing
That life as she knows it dissipates into a hen-
House, encasing all the negativity and fishing

Out the best of optimism’s cry
That resonates into souls needing to fight.


©️ 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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Award of Excellence for my poem,  War

Thank you for the honor and your hard work.

                             

                             War
                         Terror, murder
                      Flow like oceans
           Struggling to survive mutilation
   Atmosphere of toxins spreading disease,
           Disasters hidden and shared
                     PTSD isn’t just
                      Trauma lived,
                               Life

©️ 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