#WarriorUp (New Poem)


This is the poem that woke me up this morning to write it.




~© Lozan Yamolky

The voice of a new poem woke me up at dawn today so, I woke up and listened to what the poem wanted to say.


Wake up your conscience;

wake up your senses;

wake up your soul;

wake up the sleeping warrior inside.

It is time to stand even taller

than you have ever stood.


Do not wait for the disaster to happen;

do not wait for others to take that first step;

do not let the wicked voices drawn out the truth you already know

and do not let them silence and tuck you back to sleep

before they carry out their evil deeds.


Do not wait for disaster to knock on your front door;

do not wait until someone you know get harmed;

do not wait until plants no longer grow in your land

and do not wait until water in your streams become toxic.


Do not wait until you cannot breathe the air;

do not wait for the fish in the sea to wash up

by the thousands at your shores

and do not wait until a child tugs at your sleeves

looks up to you and asks,

‘why didn’t you make it stop?

why didn’t you try?

why did you sleep through all that?

why did you ignore the call?’


Wake up, stand up, speak up and be bold.

Our planet needs you now

because ‘money cannot be eaten’.



~© Lozan Yamolky

Wednesday April 18, 2018

#StopKM #ProtectTheInlet No #KinderMorgan pipeline expansion

Feature poet at the Surrey Muse on Friday April 27th

Mark your calendar


Surrey Muse’s gathering that takes place on the unceded territories of the Musqueam, Squamish and Tsleil-Waututh First Nations, graciously invited me to be one of the feature poets on Friday April 27th 2018.

Their 70th gathering will take place at 5:30 – 8:30 PM in Room 405 – City Centre branch Surrey Public Library (Surrey Central skytrain)
Phone: (604) 598-7420
The event offers Open Mic, Refreshments, Book Table and it is a FREE event for all to attend.

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An ode to a beloved that passed

What Suddenly Happened?
~© Lozan Yamolky


 Did a flock of white doves
fly above your house
with all their pure white feathers glistening
while hovering in blue skies
on a cold October afternoon?


Did a kaleidoscope of butterflies
flutter past your window
in a brilliant display
of incredible colorful theory;
appearing and disappearing out of nowhere?


Did a team of horses
dash by in a straight line
neighing and snorting as one,
rumbling past your front door
and carrying on until they disappeared
in the distance?


Did a herd of deer
stand outside your window
peering at a reflection of you
ing in bed
that made them stand motionless?


Did the songbirds in your garden
suddenly stopped singing
for no apparent reason
at that precise moment
you took your last breath?


Did a white rose petal
gently fall off the flowers
onto the night table next to your bed
distracting those in the room
for only a moment?


Did the people who love you
let their tears flow
when the nurse covered your beautiful face
with the white sheet
pronouncing you were gone?


Did all that happen
when your spirit departed this life
into heaven? 


Yes, all that happened and more
because you are so precious.

The universe felt your departure
because you left a space
that can never be filled;
because you left too soon.


Forever, your memory,
your essence,
and your love
will remain in all who knew you.


You have touched us all
with such kindness,
such gentleness,
such knowledge. 

There’s nothing much left for us to say
but, rest in peace dear mother;
rest in peace
   until we meet again.


From my second book of poems ( Counting Waves ) published by: Silver Bow Publishing in 2017 


I live on an unceded territory

Every moment of every day I am grateful to be allowed to live on the unceded territory of the Coast Salish Peoples, including the territories of  the xʷməθkwəy̓əm (Musqueam), Skwxwú7mesh (Squamish), Stó:lō  & Səl̓ílwətaʔ/Selilwitulh (Tsleil-Waututh) Nations. Thank you for allowing me to be on your land.