Ok, it is official, my poetry books are at the Vancouver Public Library VPL
You can find it in the: Vancouver Indie Collection on the main floor or place a hold online.
My books are about freedom, spirituality & the quest for peace on earth & the travails of refugees … spread the news.
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© Lozan Yamolky
On the bark of the mighty banyan trees,
inscriptions of a hurting native soul
send shivers down your spine.
Near a high-end eatery,
a homeless man lies in deep sleep,
covered with a blanket.
On the sidewalk of the famous Honolulu strip,
an elderly woman walks
with all her life’s possessions
in a shopping cart.
In the most prestigious hotel a single mother works,
barely getting by;
yet she smiles so sweetly.
In the most pristine, ancient forest,
tourists toss trash with little regard.
At a beautifully landscaped intersection
cars wait for traffic lights to turn green;
while a beggar in a wheelchair,
with his head down, holds a sign that reads:
“Iraq war veteran, please help!”
The massive, spectacular waves cannot talk;
if they could, they would tell stories
of how many took their very last breaths
seeking the thrill of just being in the waves.
Mountains higher than skyscrapers stand tall,
allowing only a few to reach their peaks;
others were not so fortunate.
Yes, even in paradise my friends,
there is trouble!
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© Lozan Yamolky
From debut book: I’m No Hero
By: Silver Bow Publishing 2016
https://www.mapleridgenews.com/entertainment/local-author-day-in-maple-ridge/
Remember, Christmas is just around the corner and what a better gifts you can give than a book created by a local author?
I am honored to be amongst amazing and talented writers that day Black Bond Books is hosting. I hope to see as many of you next Saturday.
She is small and frail,
but there’s a spark in her eyes.
She is young and oh, so shy,
but there’s a determination in her gaze.
She is short and thin,
but you get the sense
you are in the presence
of a memorable girl.
She is unable to speak,
but she can hear.
She understands,
but not your spoken words.
She understands your tone,
your gesture
and the movement of your eyes.
Don’t underestimate her.
Don’t dismiss her.
Don’t you dare think less of her
because she is small
and cannot speak or walk well.
She cannot speak
but knows!
You can feel it in your gut,
she knows.
So, tread lightly,
speak politely,
be genuine
and if you can’t,
then just keep moving.
She stood up.
You could hear a pin drop.
Everybody held their breath
fearing she would fall.
She is still standing up
slowly… gracefully… cautiously.
Oh my, she’s moving in slow motion.
As gentle as a butterfly walking on your finger,
she walked on that hardwood floor.
One small step after another
then suddenly,
a ray of sunlight penetrated the sunroof exposing the dusty hardwood floor she walked on.
It takes the breath away; as we realized that we are out here living on this earth
existing as if this planet owe us something and nothing is good enough; we stomp, we complain and we are unsatisfied.
We wipe forests,
eradicate species,
and factory farm animals for one reason alone.
We pollute our waters,
contaminate our soil
and even poison the air we breathe,
while she in her pain walks
without harming anyone
or –anything;
not even disturbing
the dust beneath her feet.
© Lozan Yamolky From debut book of poetry: I’m No Hero by: Silver Bow Publishing 2016 Disclaimer: Photo from Facebook page: Evolver Social Movement
She ripped and tore all her poems from her note books.
She removed all poetry books from her shelves;
She vowed to never write another poem as long as she lived.
She watched the poems as they were consumed by the fire;
She turned to look at the burning poems,
“You need me!
What are you going to do?
When your heart breaks?
When you witness the unspeakable, heartless cruelty man is capable of?
When you hold the lifeless hand of someone whose spirit just crossed to the other side?
Tell me, what are you going to do without me?
They both sat on the ground,
It is such an honor to be invited to be one of the (Meet Local Authors) event at Black Bond Books at the Haney Place Mall on Saturday November 18, 2017 at 11:00am
Come to support local authors and enjoy authors read their books. Also buy their books.
you know Christmas around the corner and books make a beautiful gift to loved ones.
My poetry books are $20.00 each.
Come and listen to me read poems from my books ( I’m No Hero ) & ( Counting Waves ).
Your Life’s Journey
© Lozan Yamolky
Unless the city sidewalk has
even once, been your bed,
try not to condemn the homeless.
Unless you lived countless days
and countless nights
sad beyond words,
try not to pass judgment on those battling depression.
Unless you have been betrayed
by a person you trusted,
try not to be too quick to criticize
those who have difficulty trusting.
Unless you have felt
the deep anguish
of a woman terminating her pregnancy,
try not to hatefully question
a woman’s right to choose.
Unless you have been displaced
in search of a new life, in a foreign land,
try not to scorn a refugee.
Unless you have been ill
where you find it difficult
to care for yourself,
try not to judge those living in unkempt homes.
If you have never had to choose
between dressing well;
feeding your hungry stomach;
buying your medication;
pay your utility bills;
or keep a roof over your head,
try not to be condescending
to those who look less groomed than you.
My heart aches seeking freedom.
My spirit loves living life.
My crying voice sings beautiful songs.
My arms spread wide, seeking peace.
Reach out for me,
I am everywhere.
I am the needy
you just passed by.
I am the one
you just avoided making
eye contact with.
Who I am and where I am right now
is all a part
—of your life’s journey.
© Lozan Yamolky
from debut book: I’m No Hero
by: Silver Bow Publishing 2016
I am invited to recite poetry from my books ( I’m No Hero ) & ( Counting Waves ) in Maple Ridge Seniors Village on Tuesday November 7th @ 3:00pm
I used to work there as a Care Aide for years and it will be wonderful to be there again. I miss the staff and the people living there 
I appreciate the recreation and therapy staff for inviting me 🙂
I hope to see many of you at my book signing ( Poet Featue) event next Friday October 27th.
As we speak, copies of my poetry book ( Counting Waves ) are in the hands of people in India, Baghdad/ Iraq, California, Los Angles, Prince George, Australia, New Zealand, ( off-course Hawaii) and all over the Lower Mainland.
My book is $20 and can order it from me here or can come to the event to buy it 🙂
i would love to hear your opinion as well with a book review 🙂
love ans peace always,
lozan
Remind my son
when I forget his name,
that I knew it before he was born.
Remind the love of my life
when I no longer know who he is,
that I made a vow to love him
to the end of my days.
Remind my sisters
when I become lost not knowing where I live,
to water the flowers in my garden.
Remind my friends
when I forget who I am,
that I was always there;
in good times and bad.
Remind my grandchildren
when my legs forget how to walk,
that I used to dance
to beautiful Arabian music.
Remind my nephews and nieces,
when I forget the many memories I made;
they are all captured in photographs,
in poems and in stories I shared.
Remind my caregivers;
in my younger years,
I was a care provider
and treated my patients
with dignity, tenderness, and care;
I hope they do the same.
When I forget how happy I used to be,
remember how the simple,
free things
brought me joy.
Hugs from friends,
and sitting on my porch swing
made me happy.
Remember how chirping birds
were a symphony to my ears.
Watching sunrises, sunsets
and waves rolling onto shorelines
always made me happy.
Drinking tea,
writing and reading made me glad.
Hiking in the forest,
nature sounds
and touching trees
made me feel so alive.
So, when I recall none of these things,
do not forget that I am a poet;
the one who wrote this poem.
© Lozan Yamolky
From: Counting Waves
By: Silver Bow Publishing 2017
Lozan Yamolky 
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