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
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.
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
Walking On The Moon
We were dancing, my friends and I. Collecting moments to put away for future reference. Music played and
You Can Save Me
I am alone. We are together. Your imprint stays in my mind.
Yes I'm all dizzy and tired and concerned about the blurred vision of plastic minds. Thinking that if I reach internal nirvana I won't feel so weak all the time! Why pretend
Fibreglass Boats And Lemonade Stands
I heard the hissing of the snake before I felt it fangs pierce the night air. Fibreglass boats and lemonade stands.
The Man In The Room
Emptiness is not a disease. It's a state of mind. A perspective.
Dance A Multi-Coloured Dance Of Rainbow
Words can fail like magnets not sticking to the fridge and we all complain when the rent is due again. Pay your bills and meet the obligations of the world, never mind attending to the
On A Train Platform
We sat like strangers on a train platform, waiting for our train to be announced. Though I sat at your side, I didn't know what you were thinking. You didn't know
I sit here, on this metal monster, and try not to stare at the plastic faces of the people sitting around me.
Boy In Cage Of Reality
The boy was silent, thinking that he blended Into the turbulence of mangled continuity. He stayed silent, not a soul befriended. Diverse emotions raging, so not free
Father, Son, Holy Spirit
We must have other religions, they say. The 'they' being the voices of compromise. We must accept that all is good, all is fine. Nothing wrong, no black, no white, just grey.
I suppose that happiness is provided by the tangled weeping we must do. To satisfy our hunger for fantasies Our piercing wounds must be tangled
It's Not Easy Being A Bunny
It's not easy being a Bunny when everyone around you is a frog. And the Nic, nack, paddywhack won't give anybody a bone.
Moving coloured in
a too dark world
through the dingy corridors
of cigarette stained minds.
Heated balloons of ambition
have been instructed
to ignore the state of soul.
Focus instead on ambition
and loss of self-control.