I AM THE VOICE

     2 sonnets


I am the voice where voices seldom heard;
Let men to pale and walk away in fear:
I give to each and every single word
A certain twist the lot of them to hear!

I am the heart where heartless fellows mass;
Let men beware upon their ruthless perch:
My voice rings out so loud it shatters glass;
The priest himself now trembles in his church!

I am the soul where spirits sorely lack;
Let men to dread the very thought of me:
Though wolves decry the leader of the pack,
He comes to them, in time, their liberty!

I am the voice that rings out in the night;
Go tell the wounded ones they've heard it right!

New York

fleeting shades of crimson rise above me
past my widened eyes they slip amongst stars
neon glow of pink outlines outstretched tree
a handsome man approaches me from bar
urban decay glitters below my feet
his hand i take and lips i softly kiss
he scrapes his teeth against my neck to greet
because my shining hair he sorely missed
his sparkling azure eyes are filled with lust
and i seduce but now sweetly submit
i know in heart that my lover should trust
the thought that so makes my emerald eyes lit
the city's lights glimmer above our heads
but tonight we will share two seperate beds


      -Richard Doiron  (acadian poet -  writes in english,  primarily)