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
Come To Me Fickle Words
Come to me fickle words. Lift the weight from my mind.
We Are One World, One People
Around and around the blood flows warmly through the veins. Beating heart sustains the body and the body holds the soul.
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.
Like A Dangling Rock
What is this passion that so fills my soul? This insisting urge to seek the hidden pathways of 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
The Man In The Room
Emptiness is not a disease. It's a state of mind. A perspective.
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.
She looked like a ghost of herself When she first came stumbling into my sight. I asked her if I could help her, perhaps I Could make what was wrong right.
We Dangle Sentences
Whispers struggled out by the lisping of the hands are not promises that shall be kept.
Sometimes Sunshine Streams Through The W...
Sometimes sunshine streams through the windows, like a tossled head of hair. Bright and solid light
And I Drift
I have scratched the loneliness that never knows its path Bright as black I flowed into its waters
You Can Save Me
I am alone. We are together. Your imprint stays in my mind.
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.
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.