A cluster of poems by Richard Doiron
A cluster of poems by Richard Doiron
What We Propagate
When as yet we're flawed we can talk of God
and be known to do it well,
but the fact remains we've our balls and chains
with the tales that's bound to tell.
We'd be out of touch to behave as such
and it's heaven high that knows,
and a price is paid for the blunder made
and in time it really shows.
When the rule's a ruse it's a path we choose
that becomes a block and bar,
and be soon or late what we propagate
will reveal just who we are.


Our Hopeful Hearts
Our hopeful hearts are bent on getting by,
each moment lived to cherish and to prize:
by children drawn the clouds up in the sky -
no shadows seen before those eager eyes.
Let prophets speak of heaven far and wide
(each vision held more sacred than the last),
while years elapse each image will abide
with wonders worked, unfolding good and fast.
Though wintry winds may howl for all they're worth,
yet trees will stand in multiples - and strong -:
as rivers run like veins across the earth,
we'd find our fill of scintillating songs.


Hell Or Paradise?
Some circles tend to favour white;
some circles tend to build on black;
but, light of day or dark of night,
the train has yet to stay on track.
It matters not the tone of skin,
the blood runs red in every vein:
we get it right, we then begin
to rid ourselves of ball and chain.
Humanity's been slow to learn,
and therein paid so steep a price! -:
with work we do and wage we earn
bought hell on earth or paradise!


In The Words You Write
In the words you write what is brought to light
are the values that you hold,
with your soul laid bare in the things you share
for the features that unfold.
In your paper chase what you put in place
is that stock by which you swear -
played a vital part you're inclined to chart
what the Fates would enter there.
Let the world make light of the words you write
and the source from which they came,
not a doubt it's clear that you've bent an ear
to that voice that's called your name.


The Will At Work
If human life is worth a dime
and love is like the sun,
the rise of which so rich in rhyme
it's not to be undone,
then I propose for each a pen,
a gallon each of ink,
that pages, all, might prove again
we're truly made to think.
Let things remain as yet unknown,
our start was on a star;
it's not for egos overblown
to say we've come this far;
the universe expands no end,
and we have eyes to see
and if not made to comprehend,
we'd simply let it be.
But look! beyond this measured mile,
explodes another sun -
a wondrous world that, in a while,
will beckon everyone;
each form is fit and factored in
and none of it is flawed,
the Will at work that shows again
the handiwork of God.

BIO: Richard Doiron, Canada's peace poet: work in print  61 years; poems published in hundreds of anthologies, periodicals, personal books; author of novels, biographical works, essays, and lyricist. Graduate in journalism and Certified Lifeskills Coach; 2012 Lifetime Achievement Award winner with World Poetry; 2017 Lifetime Achievement Award with Pentasi B World Friendship Poetry; 2019 named World Poet Laureate by the group Pentasi B World Friendship Poetry. Nominated for a Nobel Peace Prize, 2019. Named LAUREATE OF THE IVAN AIVAZOVSKY INTERNATIONAL LITERARY AND ART PRIZE (Ukraine- USA-Germany) 2022. 

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