Richard Doiron

POEM

1

What The Bluebird Brings

In the scheme of things what the bluebird brings

In a single song it sings

Is a gift so rare that we can’t compare

Made a list of treasured things.

Such a tender tone in its voice alone

It’s enough to mesmerize

So we lend an ear as we hope to hear

What its tweetings symbolize.

From its joyful tune some believe that soon

We’ll behold the best of news

While a lot will hold that the folks of old

Have returned to share their views.

Comes a bard on board says a song is scored

By the bounty that it brings

And he speaks to you as a bard will do

Of that bluebird as it sings.

2

For All The Foolishness And Pride

We’re waging war and watching people fall,

our fearsome “foe” that’s branded by the state

and so we kill proclaiming heaven’s call,

the “Great Command” perforce to abrogate.

While widows wail and orphans come to light

we push ahead with not the slightest qualm,

discerning not the failings of the fight,

new orders in for someone else to bomb.

Somewhere in time this madness will subside,

the Universe insisting that it must,

and then for all the foolishness and pride

we’ll be no more than rendered into dust.

3

Fears Faced, Freedom Found

We come to terms with haunting things

and ply the brush that freedom brings,

for well it’s known the fears we face

allow in time for breathing space.

The stand we take is such a stand

it’s life itself that takes our hand

and leads us through the narrow gates

where leisure looms and wonder waits.

Such growing pains as we might feel

are those as well that seal the deal,

for growth is known by what is done

and how we’ve given things a run.

4

O Wondrous Love

O wondrous love, sing me into

sweet surrender with the music

from your harmonious heart,

you who cradle my universe

in the palms of your healing

hands and who adorn my world

with a beauty borne in the very

depths of your innermost soul.

O wondrous love, move me into

a silent space with the soothing

sounds emanating from the core

of your being, sounds sufficient

as to lull the gods themselves

into a state of utter ecstasy,

sounds to render a mere mortal

such as I into a sacerdotal state.

5

Freedom Song

People who are imprisoned by their thoughts

have a need to imprison others in their actions.

Beware the cage, even with its doors open,

for, what is a cage but an entrapment.

Your freedom is more than flight; it is the sky

itself, as endless as forever.

If you must alight, be it not before the cage,

but atop of it, that the weight of your understanding

may cause it to shatter and to break.

Should you shatter the cage, see to it that its bars and wires

are dismantled, discarded, nevermore to hinder.

People who are imprisoned by their thoughts

have a need to imprison others in their actions.

Avoid these, that you may avoid imprisonment,

yes, even the prospect of imprisonment.

Meanwhile, in your freedom, strive to set others free, that they

may fly as the birds fly and sing as the angels sing.

Remember: heaven is here upon this Earth, but that we’d

have forgotten how to fly.

Fly, then. Fly. And sing, too, sing to the top of your lungs.

Be even as the birds and the angels are. It is yours to do so.

So it must be, for so it is written; so it is written

in the fullness of the sky.

6

At Blinding Speed

Unlike the dove, denoting peace,

the Spirit soars no need for wings,

the World Above Its rightful lease,

thus heard Its Voice without surcease

in man and beast and bird that sings.

Unlike the wind that blows with force

or else the bolt from out the blue,

Precision plies and charts the course

forever traced unto the Source

with Truth the thing that follows through.

Unlike the mind that vacillates,

so jumbled up it cannot think,

the Guiding Light of Pearly Gates

at blinding speed that cogitates

all answers known before you blink.

7

Imparting The Paradigm

What children learn they replicate,

be good or bad it swings the same –

therefore to love and not to hate,

a model made to emulate,

no wise to set their world aflame.

All lessons learned will tell the tale,

therefore the need to do things right –

made calm the seas on which to sail

or set a scene that’s bound to fail,

with “waves” gone wild and lack of light.

We now impart the paradigm –

the future fold that harkens here –

therefore to think in terms of time,

established, then, a placid clime

that they would hold forever dear.

8

What The Silence Said

He went to a place where it was quiet

and calm. A place where Silence ruled.

A place that was welcoming and warm.

And he listened to the sweet and low.

The need to go. So much to know.

The Silence spoke from its maze of

mystery. It said many things to him.

It had its own way of knowing that he

had come at the right and proper time.

Silence sublime. Reason and rhyme.

The Silence spoke of the past, present

and future. It spoke to his soul. Such

was the way of Silence, which held back

only insofar as pupils un-prepped, unready.

Matters so heady. Stately and steady.

The Silence said his day had arrived.

Peaceful the pose. Empowered the press.

Forward he had moved and forward

now he was in measures to remain.

To gauge and to gain. Never to refrain.

He gave the Silence a series of sighs,

taking leave transformed and touched.

The option to return his as he willed it.

And will it he knew for sure that he would.

Like all students should. My, but Silence

was good!

9

No Greater Mystery

There is no mystery greater than the mystery

of you. This I say with ease, having unraveled

so many a mystery. Yet, I cannot decipher nor

break the code embodied in you. Perplexed, I

nevertheless pursue the premise that all codes,

in time, are to be broken, all issues to be resolved,

all mysteries to be dismantled and demystified.

No, I do not expect to sort it out in short order,

but my persistence is also part of the mystery.

Like a magnet, you draw me to yourself, and

even in your most silent of moments, even as

you are lost to slumber, even then a part of you

speaks to me. That part speaks to my soul,

and it is at that depth that the issue is not to be

resolved. It is at that depth that I am absorbed,

to the point that I cease to exist, as I have been

known, and slip into a far and different reality.

Surprisingly, meanwhile, staring into your eyes,

I see rainbows and roses yearning to take form.

Turning away does not invalidate the vision. It is

then that I feel hopeful, seeing myself immersed

in the light of your ever-loving smile.

10

Poet Sitting In The Shade

He plies with words producing works of art

and some assume a struggling all the while

(so many words perused, that play a part) –

misunderstood as well the lack of smile.

Assumed him deep beyond the social norm,

his poems penned at such a pace, it’s odd,

while in his mind he’s being true to form,

if form itself’s a concept big and broad.

From out the blue the butterflies appear

and this he notes upon the least of it –

electric bolts that charge the atmosphere,

with manna found and made a feast of it.

The rainbow’s hues that simply never fade,

the “conduit” calls the arcs before and aft;

alone awhile and sitting in the shade

he cogitates, and cultivates the craft.

-Richard Doiron 

  Canada