Chris G. Vaillancourt Poems

Moving coloured in
a too dark world
through the dingy corridors
of cigarette stained minds.
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Usually it is the cheaters who
scream the loudest
when they are cheated.
Pontificating on their pain
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The lift and strain of traffic as it slides
down cool November streets.
A hustle and bustle, hurly-burly, ingested
kind of day.
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Oh love, who once made me feel so blest,
yet now desires to end this happy security.
Who assures me that heart can come to rest
upon a future that will not have place for me.
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O God, I cry for You.
For peace which you can serve.
I'm lonely but not alone,
for God is ever with me.
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Nobody.

No one
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Flowers of hope, growing softly in our minds
as we draw pictures which shall be
coloured
with rainbows from our souls.
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In the deepest, darkest parts of me,
where illuminations cannot intrude,
there I seek that inner peace.
The solitude of silence that neither
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Play the drum roll!
Enlist the naive
young men who played
hockey and lacrosse
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Time is fading on
Perspective has become
distorted images
in carefully distressed
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