My poems on the radio

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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.

 

A poem for my Momma

Heads up: Have a tissue nearby! 

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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 🙂

March 22, @13:00PST listen to World Poetry Café

http://www.coopradio.org/content/world-poetry-cafe-2

I am invited by kind and peaceful host Ariadne Sawyer to be on the radio so listen to world poetry café (Thursday, March 22nd, 2018) CFRO 100.5fm from Vancouver, BC Canada @ 1:00pm.

You can hear the program online LIVE from anywhere in the world. The next day, the interview will be in the archive for 6 months.

 

Send us messages if you want so we can read them on the air. Comments or questions or requests. Email me or email the host: ariadnes@uniserve.comIMG_5751

Willow Manor in Maple Ridge

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I am invited to be a guest poet at one of the nursing homes in Maple Ridge where I used to work as a Care Aide for few years. It will be nice to visit the fun bunch and share with them my poetry.

 

On Wednesday February 28th I am a guest poet in Maple Ridge showcasing my books and reciting my poems.

Beside working there and freelanced as a Senior Companion, I also was their Arabian Dancer/ entertainment gal. oh, ya. I even once made it to front page in the local papers.

I miss those fun days and it will be fun to go back again.

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https://chartwell.com/retirement-homes/chartwell-willow-retirement-community

 

My books are at VPL

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.

 

Please take a moment to go to the library’s website and rate my book & if you can, write a review please.


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Local Author Day in Maple Ridge

LET US FILL UP THE SEATS ON SATURDAY, SHALL WE?

Come to Black Bond Books in The Haney Place Mall this Saturday November 18, 2017.
I will be reading from my two poetry books
** I’m No Hero
** Counting Waves
** also, sneak peek at pomes I am working on for my third book of poems. 

Come enjoy other authors as well 10:00am-5:00pm. 

If you already have my poetry book(s), kindly send me a book review and include short bio about yourself (50 words or less) if you want, because I want to start a page of book reviews about my books.
If you do not have a copy of my book, then come on Saturday and get your copy.

Thank you in advance.  

 

 

Oh You Gentle Soul 

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 © Lozan Yamolky

 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

 

No More Poetry

No More Poetry

©Lozan Yamolky

She ripped and tore all her poems from her note books.

She removed all poetry books from her shelves;

tossed them all with the scattered torn up papers
into a barrel; lit a match to it all.

She vowed to never write another poem as long as she lived.

She watched the poems as they were consumed by the fire;

turned her back to the burning inferno,
and walked away slowly.
From the bellowing smoke,
a figure in the shape of a poem appeared.
It looked as if it almost touched the ground by the barrel,
and just stood there;
then turned around and looked at her.

She turned to look at the burning poems,

saw the figure then slowly walked towards it in disbelief.
The poem bowed its head in sorrow
and begun to speak.
She listened as the figure,
the living poem spoke to her.

“You need me!

You cannot live without me!

What are you going to do?

When your heart breaks?

When you lose someone you love?
When you see innocent people suffer?
When you see injustice in this world?
When you fall desperately, hopelessly in love?
When you hold the tiniest newborn in your arms?
When you are in such pain no one can understand?

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?

You need me!” the poem said.

They both sat on the ground,

watched the fire burn…
and they both cried.

 

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Your Life’s Journey

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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

Tuesday Nov 7 @3pm

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 🙂

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http://www.retirementconcepts.calls.net/locations/maple-ridge-seniors-village/?trkid=V3ADW411363_11738481298_kwd-37838689197__165913861877_g_c__