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Published in Wheelsong Poetry Anthology 8

I’m honored to have 3 of my poems published in Wheelsong Poetry Anthology 8.  Each poem has a different themes using different poetic forms to enhance the message i want to forward.

I implore anyone who wishes to give back to society to buy a copy as all profits olfrom the Anthology go to the charity to help hungry children worldwide.

Below are exerts of my poems that are published just to wet your appetites for more ….

Ghouls of War

Moguls of war, ghouls that store,
Store away resources for a grey,
Grey day when needs are felt,
Felt in empty stomachs covered,
Covered by a rock to stave,
Stave the incessant hunger pains,
Pains that fog the functioning brain,
Brain needing nutrients,
Nutrients absent in war torn homes, …

Two Way Street

I lay in a fetal position,  my head
Cushioned by his heart, in a beat
And rhythm that puts me to sleep, a feat
That takes time, trust, comfort instead

Of weariness, worry that stress,
I lay my head on his chest, dreaming
Dreams of innocence that fled, tears streaming
For losses galore, knowing he’s my vest that’ll press …

Poetic Castle

Poetry is my castle where every
Room’s walls are painted in my poetry
The building itself is antiquated in poverty,
But each chamber is filled with rhymes eternally …

Link for the book on Kindle/ Amazon:

https://www.amazon.ca/Wheelsong-Poetry-Anthology-ebook/dp/B0BGMHCGL4

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, Rainbow of Rain

Thank you for the honor and your hard work.

Rainbow of Rain

Rainbowed love starts
In red hot passions
To orange hearts expanding,
To yellow glow brightening
The green of acceptance, change,
And growth whose prosperity
Turns into liquid blues,
Those of summer skies
Filled with potential of rains
That alter fallow lands
Into plentiful harvests.
The same as love’s abilities
To change others from singles
To a unit that expands
With the colors of rainbows
That are always varied,
Exiting changes that carried
Your worries under two mind
Supporting one another in a find
Filled well of love that carries
Change like loving swaddles
Embraced in four arms of loves.
The journey begins with a meeting,
Attraction, connection, all can be fleeting,
But you sacrifice, compromise, communicating
All your hopes, then, them entwining
Like the purple wisteria, two souls
Becoming one, growing a family that cools
Their stresses, soothes their anger,
As their flow is like the ocean water,
At times tranquil, others terrifying squalls
That end in making up sessions, falls,
Never, for they’re committed
To one another, wedded.

©️ 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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Rights: home

What does freedom mean to you?

To me, freedom equals having a home and family that endure under the obstacles of life. When I say home, I mean the people who occupy the house, family unit that could be related by blood or not. It’s one of those rights that give emotional and physical security in order to be ambitious in life and strive to improve your material or social status. Yes, that is a very colonial perspective,  but then I witnessed 2 civil wars as a child, lived in 3 continents,  all before I turned 12. Perhaps colonialism also taught me to appreciate my home because I had to rebuild it so many times in my 5 decades plus of life.

Home?

Where is home?
What is home?

These questions circle
Ceaselessly and kindle

The quest for answers for:
Where and what is home for?

I’ve immigrated to three
Continents searching for thee.

Why do you hide from me?
Why do you flee and oblige me

To search you out in lands gone mad?
How is that fair on a child who feels bad?

From the tropics to the Mediterranean,
To North America, in search of what you mean.

The child in me
Misses the simplicity of love,

Laughter that is innate,
But shaken with wars and fate,


That take away all joy and faith
In a moment of stolen breath.

Embrace the joy you’re given,
For tomorrow may bring hell or heaven.

©️Malak Kalmoni Chehab ©️

Poetess,  author of poetry book, Perfectly Flawed poetry for change, that’s 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