To pose or not to pose? That’s the question on this day of non-repose. She stands, elegant, regal, Smiling into his chocolaty eyes, fall, Falling into his soothing pool of love.
The depth of emotions that hiss And run deeper than any abyss, This moment in time will never come Back again, for its novelty’ll dim But never die in the pyre of time,
It’ll grow and flow into their Joint lives of adoration as their Tears of joy and sadness blend Into sysmic waves that thrashed Many a couple, but Not them!
Time will try to siphon their Joint time into darkness, but their care Will stomp on time’s vain Attempt to suck out the rain Turning it into a melodic refrain.
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.
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.
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.
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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.
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.
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.
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