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Award for Active Participation in Lead Pen

Thank you for the honor and your hard work. I’m always honored when I receive this award, as it feels like cheating when I enjoy the work so much. Reading and writing poetry is not a hobby, it is a must for my sanity. It helps me connect to authors, their worries, dreams, perception of esthetics,  and the medium they use to express them. To all the poets, writers out there, don’t give up after a few rejections, take up the challenge to improve on your writing techniques and take pride in all you do.

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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Diploma for my poem,  Her Aromatic Windowseat

Thank you for the honor and your hard work.

Her Aromatic Windowseat

She looks out of her window
Where the darkness covers the world
Beyond her room filled with pink roses, in low
Vases, littered on her windowsill, not a coward,

She watches the storm brew from within,
Safe in her harbor, a haven of scents adorn
Her with mystique, incomparable to the crow who built-in
Its home outside her window in a flow of corn

Ears reaching up to the sky, pleading,
Pleading for rain to steep the soil with
Life giving water, rejuvenating, healing,
Giving abundance where famine takes away breath

Of life on a scorching summer day.
She watches, lightning flutters in brilliant Light
As thunder booms its might, scaring those in play
With extenuating fright whose plight

Will drown out their fears replacing
Them with a pinhole of hope shining
Through the darkest raven blackness flying
Into the sky with optimism sparking

A deluge of creativity unbound by earthy
Trifles that bog the soul into a rut of endless routine.

©️ 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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Diploma for my poem,  Her Aromatic Windowseat

Thank you for the honor and your hard work.

Her Aromatic Windowseat

She looks out of her window
Where the darkness covers the world
Beyond her room filled with pink roses, in low
Vases, littered on her windowsill, not a coward,

She watches the storm brew from within,
Safe in her harbor, a haven of scents adorn
Her with mystique, incomparable to the crow who built-in
Its home outside her window in a flow of corn

Ears reaching up to the sky, pleading,
Pleading for rain to steep the soil with
Life giving water, rejuvenating, healing,
Giving abundance where famine takes away breath

Of life on a scorching summer day.
She watches, lightning flutters in brilliant Light
As thunder booms its might, scaring those in play
With extenuating fright whose plight

Will drown out their fears replacing
Them with a pinhole of hope shining
Through the darkest raven blackness flying
Into the sky with optimism sparking

A deluge of creativity unbound by earthy
Trifles that bog the soul into a rut of endless routine.

©️ 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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Honored to be a part of this group, Deemflum Falls

Thank you, administrators,  for the honor and your hard work 👏 🙏

Deemflum Falls

In the icy winter frost, the visit
To Niagara Falls is a balm on a troubled
Soul whose daily anxieties transform into mist
That continually rise above the falls, unmoved
By the chaotic madness of a world
Filled with death, murder, violence,
And destruction that require you to hold
Onto your sanity by turning to the deemflum face

Of letting your worries evaporate,
Like the misty fog, into skies so blue,
They pierce into a heart rarely in sync with fate
As the cacophony of splashing sheets of true

Blue raise your spirit into a haven
Of quietude balanced by the icy
Crunch of frozen shelves shedding cotton
Balls through the air like rainy

Pellets that strike a balance
Between the reality and what’s imaginary.

©️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,  poem: Deemflum Falls

Deemflum Falls

In the icy winter frost, the visit
To Niagara Falls is a balm on a troubled
Soul whose daily anxieties transform into mist
That continually rise above the falls, unmoved
By the chaotic madness of a world
Filled with death, murder, violence,
And destruction that require you to hold
Onto your sanity by turning to the deemflum face

Of letting your worries evaporate,
Like the misty fog, into skies so blue,
They pierce into a heart rarely in sync with fate
As the cacophony of splashing sheets of true

Blue raise your spirit into a haven
Of quietude balanced by the icy
Crunch of frozen shelves shedding cotton
Balls through the air like rainy

Pellets that strike a balance
Between the reality and what’s imaginary.

©️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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Platinum Certificate, Portrait of Fear

Portrait of Fear

She stands, erect, head partially
Turned to the painter, her eyes, shadowy,
Glazed with raging emotions that’re bubbly.

Her piercing hazel gaze is turned
Inward, wondering what kind
Of mother she’ll be, as she recalled

Her childhood history, where Impunity,
Disdain both pulverized confidence simply
Because, as a beautiful woman, Her cry

Against aggression and violence
Isn’t seemly, for her opinions aren’t a credence
In a society that idolizing patriarchy’s subservience

To powers of manipulation imposing
A narrative of their choosing
So they can propagate races racing

Against one another for powers,
As they use brainwashed creatures
To consolidate their needs under pressures

Of retaliation if they stray from the narration
They wish foreworded, and in compensation
For hurting others, is money’s abundant domination

Against humanity and its morality.
Her slumberous bedroom gaze is ably
Cognizant that her babe, still tiny in her belly,

Will need great guidance and diplomacy
To navigate a world where genocide is fully
Embraced by the elitists throwing their weight, heavily.

©️ Malak kalmoni chehab ©️

My poetry book, Perfectly Flawed poetry for change, is available on all eplatforms, including Amazon.com. 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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Questions … Worries …?

What do you write about when you’re unsure what to write about?

I fear my feelings are binding my ability to write today. I apologize for that, but then you have to give age its due. With it comes: fatigue and unending worries. In the world we live in today, where war, a crisis in food supply, increasing inflation and gas prices, where or who do you turn to to alleviate some of that pressure?

I try to stay strong for my family by keeping it bottled in. But how long can I manage that?

My only recourse is my faith, in which I drench my soul. It has the ability, with GOD’S words to place a balm of peace over a worried soul.

Try it, you won’t regret it.

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Life’s Wuzzle

Winter’s darkened clouds

Hover, lost in starless skies,

As leaden, pewter, ebony ravens

Coalesce in a wonder of worlds.

As the nights are long,

Your thoughts are flung

Into dusky abysses of dung.

As the sleepless nights dance

Into your nightmarish dreams and glance

At the blackish sea where they take a stance;

The sleepless nights fizzle

Making insomnia a rare puzzle

For those trying to live life without a muzzle,

Straining to contain life’s wuzzel.

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Leaden Heart

With fall comes a boisterous ball

Filled with wild colors, flaming reds that stall

Time and create a feeling that’s heavy in the head.

Worries abound: pandemic, school, health,..

Where to start or stop with the heaviness

That steals your breath?

Money, money, money, materialize and grow in the yard.

Grow into a thick trunked tree and seed me your harvest.

Don’t die out in winter and stop your perpetual

Rejuvenation of yourself, my family, and mine.

Without your harvest my heavy head turns to lead,

My heart turns to steely stone,

And my motivation dies a silent screaming death.