Chris G. Vaillancourt
Biography of Chris G. Vaillancourt
Over 200 of my poems have appeared in more than one hundred journals in the U.S. and Canada, in Japan and Australia, and the U.K, including: Real Angry Poets, Quills, Unfeigned Coffee Fiend, Detour Memphis, Why Vandalism? ! , Plum Ruby Review, Vox Poetica, Outcry, The Hudson Review, Whisper, Poetry Space, Dangling Verbs, Writers Forum, Poesie, Cafe Del Soul, South Jersey Underground-Issue 6, Protest Poems, Poetry Stop, P&W, elffin&elffa; , and many others. I have had a series of chapbooks published in the 1980's by 4 Winds Press, such titles as 'Doors and Windows', 'Dancing in the Eighties' and 'Slow Burn'. I have had six poetry books published, 'Teardrop of Coloured Soul' 'I Walk Naked into a Cloud', 'the Rushing Stream of Desires', and 'A Yellow Sunshine Night'.'The Sleeping Clouds Dangle Like Rocks In The Skies' and 'Crayons Dipped in Flowing Colours'
Chris G. Vaillancourt's Works:
'Slow Burn' (Lorrah & Hitchcock) 1988
'Teardrop of Coloured Soul' (Publishamerica) 2005
'I Walk Naked Into A Cloud' (Publishamerica) 2009
'The Rushing Stream of Desires' (Publishamerica) 2010
'A Yellow Sunshine Night' (Mahogany Rain) 2010
'The Sleeping Clouds Dangle Like Rocks In The Skies'(Mahogany Rain) 2012
'Crayons Dipped in Flowing Colours''((Mahogany Rain) 2014
Chris G. Vaillancourt Poems
A Boy And The Dragons
Shhh. Tell no-one. The dragons are sleeping like baby lizards in their caves. Breathless from a day of pillage. Restful after a time of destruction.
Chains Of Freedom
Where am I going? Isn't this the question that filters into most of our minds? I have spent my life questioning the borders erected around me.
And I Drift
I have scratched the loneliness that never knows its path Bright as black I flowed into its waters
Come To Me Fickle Words
Come to me fickle words. Lift the weight from my mind.
A Certain Surrender
In my understanding of this hemisphere, I sense a certain discontentment.
Naked In The Snow
You had me stand naked in the snow. Then you undressed my soul as if it was a paper plate that you could rip up and
We Dangle Sentences
Whispers struggled out by the lisping of the hands are not promises that shall be kept.
Surrealistic Sunsets And Groovy Eyes
Two Niggers, talking to a Jew, An Asian man listening in. Dance the hate. Feel the verb.
In August the grass discovered it could grow all by itself. It could stretch its green almost to the sky. The grass-cutter was being removed, it was free!
Suddenly I am thrown and tossed, ...................broken and fixed. Discontent. Unhappy. Content. Happy.
Another Friday Night
She sat inside her ice-cream life and guessed the number of bingo markers it might take to win the jackpot.
A World Of Talkers
Sorry to interfere with you lunch hour, but I felt it necessary to open your mind. I spiked your cupcakes with reality.
Sometimes Sunshine Streams Through The W...
Sometimes sunshine streams through the windows, like a tossled head of hair. Bright and solid light
A Smattering Of Applause
Sheltered dreams always seem to end. They filter down like drops of hopeless water which fall from the sky
The Man In The Room
Emptiness is not a disease.
It's a state of mind.
Cigarette dangling from lips, drink in hand,
television softly blacking out the thoughts.
He sits still as a stone in his tomb.
He never makes a sound.