Poems
Good morning
from the island of Oa-a- hu, Ha-va- ee.
Good morning sunrise.
Good morning early birds,
hard working people,
night workers
and school children.
Good morning hopes,
dreams and prayers
we prayed last night.
Good morning to you:
you who soundly slept in your home;
you who are far from home;
you who lay lonely in a hospital bed somewhere;
and you who have no home at all.
Good morning tolerance,
kindness,
compassion.
Good morning empathy:
why won’t you spread like wildfires
and consume the apathy of our times?
Good morning justice.
Oh, how much we miss you these days.
Good morning all you cruel, cruel leaders,
corrupt politicians and lowlifes
who do the evil deeds of those
in power and those rolling in it;
those powerful and wealthy
rewarding you for doing their dirty work
so, they can continue to look clean,
smile for the cameras,
shake hands and look good.
Good morning to you lonely,
hopeless, desperate souls;
and you who are caught
in the dark world
and entangling webs of addiction.
Do not give up hope to be one day free from it.
Good morning love.
Good morning beauty.
Good morning pure, fresh air we can still breathe.
Good morning Mother Earth.
Please forgive us for neglecting
to remember how fragile you are,
and how much our greed is hurting you.
Good morning mighty powerful force of nature.
Show us how angry you can be!
You are far stronger
than the wealthiest,
the loudest
and the most influential of us all.
Dear Gaia,
give us another chance
to try again and never give up;
to make this world
a safe place for generations to come.
We have another chance
to break out of our silence.
Good morning world.
It is time to be awake.
It is time to rise and shine.
© Lozan Yamolky
( Counting Waves )
by: Silver Bow Publishing
Canada 2017
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First and foremost, I would like to acknowledge that I humbly live on the traditional, unceeded territories of the səlil̓wətaʔɬ (Tsleil-Waututh), Sḵwx̱wú7mesh (Squamish) & xʷməθkʷəy̓əm (Musqueam) Nations. Thank you for allowing me to live on your land —Vancouver, BC Canada.
I am a Canadian citizen who migrated from Kurdistan —Present day Northern Iraq, in 1995 after spending over a year as an asylum seeker in Turkey.
I was born and raised in Baghdad in 1972, I am the fifth of eleven children; three boys and seven girls –one brother passed away in infancy.
I am the author of ( I’m No Hero) and ( Counting Waves ) published by: Silver Bow Publishing. I am dedicating my third book of poems ( Dreamers Needed ) to my teenage boys, Trey, 15 and Wyatt, 13.
I started reciting my poems for the first time in 2013 at The Holy Wow Poets Canada in Maple Ridge. I am currently a member of the Canadian Authors Association, Federation of BC Writers, The Royal City Literary Art Society and the Holy Wow Poets Canada. I am presently the secretary of the Royal City Literary Arts Society. I work as a freelance interpreter.
I was commissioned in the fall of 2017 to write a poem about the refugee experience to DaCapo Chamber Choir in Toronto. The event will feature my poem “I am here” in spring 2019.
I was one of the recipients of the 2018 Distinguished Poet Award from WIN– Writers International Network Canada and was 3rd place winner at the 2018 Tagore Festival Peace Poems contest. Since first sharing my poetry in 2013, I have featured in numerous poetry events throughout the Greater Vancouver area.
My work has been published in The Royal City Poets Anthologies (Silver Bow Publishing), The Royal City Literary Arts Society online magazine eZine, Wordplay at Work, Creative Quills Ink Verse (North Vancouver), Celebrate Canada 150 and Culture Days From Far and Wide (Multicultural Creative Writing Collection 2017) and the 2018 Holy Wow Poets Anthology (Maple Ridge).
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