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Richard Doiron: Canada’s Peace Poet, A Voice Beyond Borders

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Richard Doiron: Canada’s Peace Poet, A Voice Beyond Borders

Richard Doiron

Poet | Author | Essayist | Lyricist | World Poet Laureate

Richard Doiron, internationally recognised as Canada’s Peace Poet, is a distinguished poet, author, essayist and lyricist whose literary career spans more than six decades. With an extraordinary 62 years of published work, he has established a significant presence in the international literary community. His writings have appeared in hundreds of anthologies and literary periodicals, alongside numerous individual books. His creative repertoire encompasses poetry, novels, biographical works, essays and lyrical compositions, demonstrating a remarkable versatility and an enduring dedication to literary expression.

A graduate in Journalism and a Certified Lifeskills Coach, Doiron brings a broad understanding of human experience, society and interpersonal relationships to his literary pursuits. His writing is distinguished by its humanistic outlook and its recurring engagement with peace, compassion, friendship and the universal aspirations of humanity. The title Canada’s Peace Poet reflects not simply his literary identity but also the values that have informed much of his creative journey.

An important milestone in his international recognition came in 1999, when he was invited to contribute to the prestigious world publication Prayers For A Thousand Years. His contribution appeared alongside those of internationally renowned figures, including the Dalai Lama, Nelson Mandela and Desmond Tutu. This distinguished association placed his literary voice within a wider international conversation on spirituality, peace and humanity. In 2000, his poetry was read at the United Nations, and his work was translated into all major languages of that period, extending its literary reach across national and linguistic boundaries.

Over the years, Doiron’s contribution to international poetry has been recognised through several prestigious honours. In 2012, he received the Lifetime Achievement Award from World Poetry. In 2017, he was presented with the Lifetime Achievement Award by Pentasi B World Friendship Poetry in recognition of his contribution to world literature and poetic friendship. In 2019, Pentasi B World Friendship Poetry named him World Poet Laureate. The same year, he was nominated for the Nobel Peace Prize through the initiative of Dr. Epitacio Tongohan of the Philippines.

Despite such international recognition, Doiron’s literary journey remains dynamic and productive. His recent book, My Mind Could Be A Garden, published by WE Literary Community, India, in January 2025, adds another dimension to his extensive body of work. His poetry has also received international exposure through The Eagle & The Maple, United States and Canada Poetry Anthology, published in December 2025, which features one of his major poems.

His literary achievements have continued to attract international attention. In 2025, he was featured, together with his photograph, in a poster calendar affiliated with the United Nations. In January 2026, Wildfire International Magazine featured him on its cover and devoted a fourteen-page spread to his literary profile and accomplishments. On 22 January 2026, he appeared in a one-hour interview on World Poetry Cafe Radio, broadcast live to listeners in 189 countries, further demonstrating the international interest in his literary journey.

Perhaps one of the most meaningful aspects of Doiron’s literary contribution is the practical use of his poetry in education. His poems are used on a weekly basis by young students in a special school setting in Nairobi, Kenya. This is a particularly significant testament to the transformative potential of literature. When poetry becomes a source of learning, encouragement and emotional connection for young people, its influence extends far beyond the printed page.
Richard Doiron’s literary identity is ultimately shaped by a conviction that poetry can transcend borders, cultures and differences. His work reflects an understanding of literature as a shared human inheritance, capable of fostering empathy, mutual respect and peaceful coexistence. Across more than six decades, he has remained committed to the written word as an instrument of artistic expression and a medium for communicating the enduring values of humanity.

His journey stands as an example of literary perseverance and international engagement. From the printed page to international anthologies, from the United Nations to educational settings in Kenya, his poetry continues to travel across geographical and cultural boundaries. As Canada’s Peace Poet and World Poet Laureate, Richard Doiron represents a literary voice whose aspirations reach beyond national identity towards a more compassionate and interconnected world.

Official Website: www.richarddoiron.com


Faruk Ahmed Roni
Editor, Global Poet and Poetry


A collection of poetry by Richard Doiron


The Muse

She opens doors through which he walks
And once inside the lot unfolds
The ocean swells his boat now rocks
So much at hand the Mystery holds

Up overhead the rainbow shines
While in that frame the eagle soars
His senses stirred he samples wines
Dionysus himself that pours

In boundless fields the world’s abloom
With butterflies that beam and blaze
His nostrils filled with sweet perfume
The dreamer’s dreams that fill his days

A marching band that makes him dance
A speckled trout that leads the troupe
Romantic thoughts no happenstance
To find such love inside that loop

In gratitude he bows his head
Who’d know so well one sows one reaps
Such beauty borne from morn till bed
As silence spreads his soul now weeps


Dare To Dream

There’s this song I want to sing
But the words are hard to find
Like a phone that ought to ring
With the answers it might bring
But tonight is not the time

There’s this feeling deep inside
But it’s hard for me to name
And it seems I’ve lost my pride
And it seems I’ve lost my stride
And that life is just a game

Still and all I’m bound to try
Passion loosed enough to scream
Not a chance to pass me by
Spread my wings and really fly
Dare not quit but dare to dream


A Stretch Into Infinity
– quatrain –

A pen at work is surely meant to be
A sea of ink that spells its destiny
A bardic blood that flows a flood
A stream a stretch into Infinity


DreamDance

As I eyed the trees in the balmy breeze
flashed a frame of dancing done,
and the thought occurred of a music heard
as they swayed beneath the sun.

Not a one left out had a mind to shout,
“There’s a lesson here to learn –
for such unity every single tree
in its time that has its turn!”

And I’d have to think as applied the ink
to the poem on my page,
what if people stood as that world of wood
and their dance was all the rage?

On that forest floor such a splendid score
all the trees were made to swing,
and with eager eyes I saw hope arise
for that day we’d do such thing!



On The Wings Of Love


On the wings of love she would soar above
to the Sacredness Supreme
and she’d fix her gaze in a million ways
on the one she’d deign her dream.

And that Source Sublime would erect in rhyme
on a slab of marble stone
for the world to see through Eternity
what was theirs and theirs alone.

Such a solemn vow that the gods would bow
and be humbled one by one,
as if time were stilled while the Spirit spilled
all the psalms beneath the sun.

With the hope she’d hold for that “band of gold”
that the Universe decrees,
her appeals would bring all the joys of spring
as revealed in words like these.


The Mystery At Hand


Once, in my lack of understanding,
it was my belief that the mystery
was somewhere in the distance.
But in time I came to realize
that the mystery was at hand,
in the next raindrop that fell,
in the next rainbow that followed,
in the next puppy wagging its tail,
in the next scent of the rose,
in the next infant that smiled,
in the next mother that wept,
in the next bird that took wing,
in the next stream that gurgled,
in the next act of forgiveness,
in the next song that was sung,
in the next moment of silence,
in the next rising of the sun,
in the next shadow on the wall,
in the next breezes that blew,
in the next gleam in loving eyes,
in the next heart that fluttered,
in the next poem that was penned,
in the next ear that hearkened,
in the next hand reaching out,
in the next prayer that was said.


When The Time Is Right


When the time is right you will face the night
not a fear or doubt at hand,
for the draft is deep and a quantum leap
when you’ve come to understand.

When you reach that place it’s a state of grace
like you’ve never known before –
put your mind at ease like you’ve calmed the seas
ere you’ve stepped upon that shore.

When that day is here it is rendered clear
that your soul is sanctified,
and the stress and strife of your former life
are forever set aside.


Tripping Over Epiphanies


Let us long to be in fields that are rife
with flowers, whereas each petal is
as a bead on a rosary, and each sector
is as a litany of prayers.

Let us long to walk where nature
itself is surely awe-struck, a breeze
gently blowing, the senses stirred
into the deeper awakening.

Let us long to touch upon the Essence
in the way that birds and bees do,
with butterflies ablaze leading us all
into silent supplication.

Let us long to be humbled once more,
whereas every single footstep
proposes a cautionary measure, lest
we should trip over epiphanies.


Eclipsed The Moon


Eclipsed the moon
before my starry eyes,
I stood in awe
at what I saw
and came to recognize:

the earth my home
was such a blessing had,
it was a cinch
to harm an inch
I surely would be mad.

I bowed my head
and thanked my God above,
for I’d been shown
and I had known
a true celestial love.


The Day Of Love And Peace


We wanted peace; the same we sought –
revenge but spelling yet a tomb! -;
we planted seeds thus peace we got
and oh! to see that “garden” bloom!

Our warring ways were set aside;
the time had come for peace to reign,
the fight, at best, but foolish pride,
which, truth be told, gave not a gain.

The peaceful path the one we chose,
we took to heart what saints had said:
found far and wide the scent of rose
the day that love and peace were wed.


Copyright@Richard Doiron




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