Mind Body Spirit Canada : Works by Richard Doiron

Works by Richard Doiron


United we stand, divided we fall
The lay of the land a message to all

Remember the past the way it arrived
Rejoice at the thought the way you've survived

There's heaven accrued in values you hold
Addressing the drift of stories untold

Advance as you will you're seen to advance
There's nary a thing pertaining to chance

The specter is real invading the night
For breaking the seal and twisting the light 

-Richard Doiron
Oct. 1, 2002

SEASHORES AND SHEASHELLS

Seashores and seashells are casting their spells
And I'm made to believe
Above and beyond the magical wand
There's the joy I receive

There's sand on the shore I'm coming for more
And my feet are aflame
I'm hearing the call of creatures so small
And they're calling my name

They want me to run exploring the sun
As it shines up above
They long for the splash as madly I dash
With a heart full of love

The child that's inside is here for the ride
And he wants it to start
He's hearing the gull there's nothing to mull
But to run with his heart

Seashores and seashells this always compels
And I rush with the breeze
The beauty's so broad Im here with my God
And I'm down on my knees

Above and beyond the magical wand
There's a message so clear
It's bold in the skies with all that implies
It's the reason I'm here


-Richard Doiron
Oct. 1, 2002

SNOWFLAKE
-a sonnet-

I'll watch it fall, so fluffy and so white,
And off I'll go, into a different space:
Inside these walls, I'll take it to be right -
To picture it, so gentle on my face.

I'll watch it fall and vary in its size -
Upon my windowsill a frozen mass:
A wondrous world before my very eyes,
If yet I know how quickly it will pass.

It's just a flake, a raindrop turned to ice,
Its span so short it hardly has a chance,
And yet in this I'll know of paradise,
An angel come, with whom I'm made to dance.

I'll watch it fall while knowing it will melt;
What matters most will be the way I felt.

-Richard Doiron
Oct. 13, 2002
#2331 in series

I
I'LL DREAM FOR YOU
-a sonnet-

Sometimes we wake from darkness and we know
We did not dream, the night was but a blank:
The walls are up again in Jericho,
The sandman poised to play us but a prank.

I know your dreams are lacking now and then -
Let silence be your signature and seal:
I've stood by you in darkness once again,
And I do know the emptiness you feel.

I say to you - to set the record straight -,
That nights are made for dreamers of a kind:
Take back your bed, there's much to celebrate,
For I am there, inside your very mind.

Let night descend, bereft of bolt and beam,
I'll dream for you, yes, surely, I will dream.

-Richard Doiron
Oct. 12, 2002
#2329 in series

IN THE BEING OF ME
-a sonnet-

Well often hear adjustments must be made -
We need to bend, complying with the code -:
To me such talk is more a barricade,
Than ever was the ruling of the road!

If we allow the neighbour's voice to reign,
We lose ourselves, like raindrops in a pool:
It's not a thought I care to entertain,
To see that mile the measure of a fool!

Let some to fear the fumble and the fall,
I'm made of more than ever was the kind:
In lessons learned, we gain the wherewithal,
To look ahead and leave the past behind!

I validate myself for being me,
The way I am, the way I'm made to be!

-Richard Doiron
Oct. 10, 2002
#2328 in series

BUILDING A SNOWMAN
-a sonnet-

When winter comes upon you like a curse,
And you bemoan its menace and its might,
Step back a bit and know it could be worse,
And get a grip, for things will be alright.

The child in you will always want to play,
And good it is to validate the child:
What better thought upon the winters day,
But there's a child and he is running wild!

And what's a child to winter but a friend!
And what's the snow but feather and a fluff!
It's true in time that winter has to end,
But now's the time to wallow in the stuff!

It may be cold, but that's not big a deal;
Go check the child; his snowman is for real!

-Richard Doiron
Oct. 10, 2002
#2327 in series
A gift to Donna Sue Ivey

STAR TREK: THE JOURNEY BACK
-a sonnet-

The stars are stones upon the which to hop
Your way across the universal stream
The vision quest is never meant to stop
Nor else is there a limit to your dream

The stones are there for you to be astride
The galaxies allowing for your feet
You jump for joy to see the other side
If yet a stone is there for you to meet

From star to star the mysteries are revealed
As you embark upon this cosmic course
The book of life is never really sealed
As you discern while seeking of the Source

Behold this bridge with bearings big and broad
Its on these stars youre trekking back to God
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-Richard Doiron
Oct. 7, 2002
#2323 in series

WOMAN: THE MYSTERY AND THE MIGHT
-a sonnet-

Her frame is full and woman is her name;
There's not a doubt the structure is complete:
The sun and stars are calling out her name,
While men are lined and bowing at her feet.

 She will amaze, so awesome is her mind,
And few dispute the wonder of her ways:
She'll scale the mount, if ever so inclined,
Be it assumed she'd opt for negligees.

Unlocked at times the mystery and the might -
Aboard the beam the boosting of the bar:
Her name is Love; its alternate is Light -
So well she knows the standard of the star.

If tenderness is giving and it's kind,
Then Woman must forever come to mind.

-Richard Doiron
Oct. 9, 2002
#2325 in series
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TODAY I WEEP
-a sonnet-

Today I weep, a torrent meant to fall -
Upon the earth the rivers formed by rain:
Addressed the aches, the torment, overall,
And know this well pertaining to my pain!

Inside myself, so deadly and so deep,
The hurts I hid, denying of the drop,
Which later came to haunt me in my sleep,
Which now are shed and no one is to stop!

This is my truth so warm upon my cheek -
The aches that massed to render me a slave:
My tears say things that I could never speak,
My ducts, by far, to teach me what is brave!

Today I weep those tears I never wept,
The world to know such secrets that I kept!

-Richard Doiron
Oct. 10, 2002
#2326 in series
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