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
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
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 
You must be logged in to post a comment.