Hello 🙂
On Thursday August 9th from 6-8pm at Guildford Library in the Fireplace lounge there is a poetry recital event hosted by Surrey Writers and our host is Alan Woo. I am one of the poets on Open Mic. It would please me to see you there. Come and enjoy poetry at:
Guildford Library
15105 105th Avenue, Surrey, BC, Canada V3R 7G8
T 604.598.7371 | www.surreylibraries.ca
https://surreylibraries.ca/events/open-mic-night?eventdate=Thu
Photos by Janet Kvammen
I was honored to be feature poet at Poetry In The Park on Wednesday July 4, 2018 in New Westminster, BC in Queens Park.
All summer long, every Wednesday, go to Queens Park 6:30-8:30pm at the bandshell and enjoy poetry & open mic
I am a feature poet on Wednesday, April 11, 2018 – 6:30pm to 8:30pm at the Rippling Sonnets: Open Mic Poetry Reading in North Vancouver, BC Canada.
RIPPLING SONNETS is an evening of open mic poetry reading. Hosted by Una Bruhns and Deborah L. Kelly. Drop ins welcome.
Location: Lynn Valley branch, North Vancouver District Public Library.
Address: 1277 Lynn Valley Rd, North Vancouver, BC V7J 0A2
More information at nvdpl.ca.
http://www.nvdpl.ca/event/rippling-sonnets-open-mic-poetry-reading-0
http://www.worldpoetryopenmic.net/uploads/5/1/8/3/5183702/wpom-2018-03-23.mp3
Listen to: http://www.worldpoetryopenmic.net/ archive file of March 23, 2018
I called in and spoke then shared a poem @ 40:00 and called again and read my new poem 54:00
Listen to the show and let me know what you think of my poems 🙂
If you also like to be sharing your poems on the air for the world to hear, call them on Fridays (not this coming one Friday March 30, they are off) but they are back on Friday April 6th, 2018. Call from anywhere in the world and you can also listen live.
Heads up: Have a tissue nearby!
Shafika*
~©Lozan Yamolky
She was always busy her work was never done;
I’ve seen her go so fast yet I’ve never seen her run.
The list of her daily duties were tedious and endless;
even with disability she was anything but careless.
She endured his abuse and never rolled that dice,
she brushed it off as she searched our heads for lice.
She didn’t repeat ‘I love you’ much there was no time for that;
caring for us was what her love was all about.
We tried to follow the rules, breaking them, we didn’t dare;
whenever we were threatened, she turned into our mama bear.
All that ‘when you have your own children you will understand’,
I wish I knew what it meant, oh wouldn’t that be grand?
I appreciate what she has done fold over folds now;
when I try to do some of what she has done, I say ‘holy cow’!
I am a good mama because I learned from the best;
I hope no one is keeping scores, I hope this is not a test.
Let the entire world hear me, let them all know,
the love in me she planted continues to grow.
I love my mama until the day I die
I sure hope my poem won’t make her cry.
——— ~©Lozan Yamolky
*The meaning of her Arabic name Shafika is: compassionate, tender, the one that eases the pain
This poem was published on the online Royal City Literary Art Society eZine May 2017 issue. https://issuu.com/rclas/docs/may_2017_rclas_ezine_issue45 See link.
Graphics are done by our wonderful, talented and beautiful Janet Kvammen 🙂
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,
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 🙂
Lozan Yamolky 
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