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... more »
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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
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!
We Dangle Sentences
Whispers struggled out by the lisping of the hands are not promises that shall be kept.
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
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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.
Somewhere, on the other side of the hill, a boy
is playing in the woods. Caressing his manhood,
he becomes a symbol of self appreciation.
Be quiet. Don't disturb the boy in his game.
It is his only means of achieving satisfaction.
A reaction would disturb the molecules from
their expected conclusion.
The boy does not realize how close he is
to potential danger. If he awakens the
dragons, he awakens his ...