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Write For Rights Day

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On Tuesday December 10th, 2019 TriCities Chapter of Amnesty International is hosting an evening of poetry, music, silent auction, delicious food, delightful company and more.

Come join us and get your tickets soon becuase space is limited.

I am humbly and utterly honored to be invited by Joy Silver to be the featured poet for the evening.

As I continue to write my story, I am going to be reading part of it at the event and some new and published poems from my three books, (I’m No Hero), (Counting Waves) & (Dreamers Needed). My books will be on display for sale and part of the proceeds will be donated to Amnesty International.

I look forward to seeing new and familiar faces on Tuesday.

I wish to thank Joy Silver and her incredible team for organizing the annual event that I am so much looking forward to.

You are invited to join us!

If you can’t make it and want to order copies of my books, feel free to contact me directly. Part of the proceeds of any book sold up to/ on the day of the event will be donated to Amnesty International.

Performing the Art of Middle Eastern Arabian Dance in Maple Ridge

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Phot by Paul PG from Calgary, Alberta

http://www.haneyfarmersmarket.org/

On Saturday September 22nd, 2018, I am performing and teaching the Art of Middle Eastern Arabian Dance at The Haney Farmers Market in Maple Ridge. I will be under the gazebo of Memorial Peace Park – Spirit Square – 11925 Haney Place, Maple Ridge, BC (Downtown Maple Ridge).

Bring a hip scarf and come as you are or dressed in your dancing happy clothes; bring your camera too. The more colorful your clothes, the better. Come join me that day and let us celebrate the wonderful community of Maple Ridge and enjoy music and dance and while you are there, bring cash to buy fresh delightful food from our local farmers.

 

I am set to dance between 12:00-2:00pm so come come join us and bring people with you.

 

 

A poem for my Momma

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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

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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

My books are at VPL

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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

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https://www.mapleridgenews.com/entertainment/local-author-day-in-maple-ridge/

This is your official invitation to come to Maple Ridge on Saturday November 18, 2017 @ 10:00am-5:00pm. 

My name is on the list of local authors here, we will be reading from our published books so mark your calendars and come enjoy our reading.

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.

I am here if you have any questions.

Respectfully yours,
Lozan

Friday Oct. 27 @5:00pm in Surrey

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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

When I Forget

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When I Forget

 

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

 

What I Was Placed Here For

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What I Was Placed Here For

#Poem by: Lozan Yamolky
From my second poetry book, Counting Waves by Silver Bow Publishing 2017

 

 I counted after you were born

your fingers and all your toes,

I inspected your eyes, your back

and yes, even your nose.

 

I was filled with relief

when I first heard you cry;

it filled me with boundless joy 

and I smiled with a sigh.

 

I checked your breathing

each time you were asleep;

and while I did that,

I kissed your hands and feet. 

 

By your bedside,

as you cuddled your stuffy bear;

I prayed for you

with lots of love and care.

 

I prayed you’d grow wise,

be humble and kind;

to the pain of this world

may you never be blind.

 

I am happy you’re my boy

and will never ask for more.

Being your mother’s my delight;

it is what I was placed here for.