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.
Isolation is a need for those whose souls are tired”, Arab scholar
Invent an invisible space, where images are visual. Solve the need for rest from others in your rest, soul. Only the lonely express this need for frivolity? “Late again!” Leaving your space is such agony! Amid all the yells, shouts, and greetings you are asunder. Time flies, teaming with work, oozing away time’s happier, Inevitable progress, that diminishes our secure imaginings. “Obviously, you’re crazy! Who wants to be alones?”
Never assume that being alone means lonely!
Being alone centers you and helps balance you. It rejuvenates your ability to listen to inanities that boo Your mood into a world of blue!
Being alone helps you heal from long forgotten Wounds, that bleed till you cauterize their braying That boo your mood into the blue!
Being alone solidifies your faith, As you accept your problems as tests of strength, Your center, alone, is your faith and your strength! Don’t let the boos send you in a mood of blue!
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.
A day in the life Of genocide takes a knife To the throat of wife, Children, elderly and all strife Wishing peace were rife Without death but life, Mutilation, amputation, knife, Rape, horrors uncatalogued, riffle, Hidden, hidden in the destruction, stiffle Corpses rotting, dogs eating fetuses, sniffle With decency, compassion that’s a knife To the death of humanity’s conscience for life, As the death toll explodes like a meatloaf, People cry out from hunger, stiff From lack of nourishment while grief Takes them into an abyss of loss, while belief In freedom, equality, humanity are cut off by the knife.
Malak Kalmoni. Chehab Fantastic poem, Malak! Yes, we should cry out our emotions, our fears and frustrations. (By doing do we learn more about what we’re going through.) Sharing our pains encourages others to do the same. Excellent turn of focus created by your wordplay on “pyre” and “lyre.” For all our “degrading fears,” there is hope of triumph, a great harmony within awaiting. We only have to listen and sing the angelic tune. I love your use of the musical refrain, very like Shakespeare. Excellent poem!! By Linda Powers O’Dell
Regrets Fly
Flaming fever fires fly, Fly into the night sky, Raise your voice and cry. Fal la la la la la
Cry out your emotion, Feelings of despair, confusion, Give them free reign to perception, Fa la la la la la
Share to teach so others Express sensations plaguing their powers Of cheer that ends in tears, Fa la la la la
Tears of lament whose fire Burns hotter than the sun’s pyre, Yet, prevailing over them in great success is a lyre Fa la la la la
Lyre of angelic tunes create harmony From within, reveling in the conspiracy Of triumphing over degrading fears of being followers. Fa la la la la
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 2025.
Courage thy name is life, Life filled with life altering decisions Decisions needing mettle, fortitude, Fortitude to dare what seems impossible, Impossible for those cowards, Cowards who prefer their comfort zone, Zone where habits, schedules limit, Limit your growth to stagnation leading, Leading to a prison of your making, Making your spirit dim till extinguished. Extinguished from lack of change Change that turns your character into a lucent Lucent being that dazzles the onlookers, Onlookers resistant to change, Change into slow death without pause, Pause, think, change, live, Soar.
Intelligent, introspective, interesting, Nurturer, negating violence’s never ending cycle, Tears of joy and fear, silently leak Engaged in a society whose fairly Regarded as the epitome of civility, Narrowly forgetting equality, except when the Anvil drops and wakes its conscience, Teaming life into depravity, while Inculcating values whose immorality Overwhelms family ethics, National, communal compassion whose Acerbic intention is nothing but discipline, Love, appreciation of self and other.
Woman, worry not, your nature elevates, Overwhelms others into a state of Meaningful existence, unrepentant, Empowered, independent, confident, Nurtured and nurturing as Simply, only she can.
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.
Malak Kalmoni. Chehab One day my friend, one day we may finally be all we wish we were… just waiting for the ‘slower’ homo sapiens to catch up my friend…. Excellent poem 🫡🙏👏👏😃👍❤️
By Zac Warden
Wondrous Day
What a wondrous day! The snow is falling, piled into rifts, The ice on the ground crunches, The wind blows wondrous tunes.
What a wondrous day! The scorching sun heats my soul With hope, optimism, a fire that’ll roll Through me empowering my goal To stay the wondrous course of life.
What a wondrous day! I’m alive while others are dead, Kin, friends, neighbors, all fled From the the destruction that bled Blood into a wondrous river of red.
What a wondrous day! Injustice, racism, categories are ways The elite divide society in plays That promote heinously wondrous frays.
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.
Malak Kalmoni. Chehab Mmmm, coffee, chocolate, and contemplation! And a refusal to be brought down by the news and social media. Such a delightful, meaningful poem, Malak! “Raising the bar in a day filled/With noise poised to litter the mind’ are great lines, that pun is wonderful. We all have our morning habits, yours sound mentally healthy. You close with the great advice to avoid darkness and despair, to fill our cups with hope, and to repair what is broken. How beautifully encouraging and inspiring! Excellent poem!! By Linda Powers O’Dell
Addiction
I’m an addict And I know it!
I revere two of the three Cs: Coffee, candy, and cigarettes.
I love my coffee alone with my contemplation Of life, likes, posts, news, like a great commotion,
Flitting from one to the next trying to see What’s best before I rest to be free.
Posts galore and replies of mine Make my day, as the taste of Coffee
Feels like a sinful pleasure. With my dark drink, I bite into chocolate,
And drift into a coma at heaven’s gate. I savor the sweetness along the strength
Of body of the coffee and its bitterness.
Life with the morning rituals Cake, candy, chocolate, coffee and sweets
Is like life without a hero like Ferrero, Or Cadbury, Mars, KitKat, and Aero!
Raising the bar in a day filled With noise, poised to litter the mind
With fear, worry, and being drear! So my habitual start is set in stone:
Coffee, contemplation, quiet that have A lead to social media, news, where I refuse
To succumb to its dadarkness That needs to twist your morning addictions
Into a depressive, foggy darkness. Let your coffee’s wisdom fill Your empty cup with hope that will
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.
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.
Poetry for Change 