Chris G. Vaillancourt

Rookie - 313 Points (April 5,1959 / Canada)

Chris G. Vaillancourt Poems

1. Garbage 10/10/2009
2. What You Are Seeking 10/11/2009
3. I Walked Naked Into A Cloud 10/11/2009
4. In The Absence Of Life 10/11/2009
5. Standing In The Wind 10/12/2009
6. Secret Of The Shift Key 10/12/2009
7. Surrealistic Cigarette Package‏ 10/12/2009
8. Like A Dangling Rock 10/8/2009
9. Sometimes Sunshine Streams Through The Windows 10/8/2009
10. The Midnight Smiles 10/9/2009
11. Come To Me Fickle Words 10/9/2009
12. Moving Coloured 10/9/2009
13. Waters Of Rebirth 10/12/2009
14. I Will Not Be Shouted At! 10/14/2009
15. Organic Matter 10/14/2009
16. Little Boy World 10/14/2009
17. Shadows Flickering In The Street Lights 10/14/2009
18. It Can Still Be A Yellow Sunshine Night 10/14/2009
19. Tiny Apple 10/14/2009
20. Dirty Windows 10/14/2009
21. Nobody 10/14/2009
22. Living In A Circle 10/14/2009
23. I Still Believe In Love And Peace 10/14/2009
24. Someday 10/14/2009
25. I Wasn'T Born To Be A Corporate Citizen 10/14/2009
26. Flowers Of Hope 10/14/2009
27. Enslaved People Of The Mirage 10/14/2009
28. Parade 10/14/2009
29. Toy Soldiers 10/14/2009
30. You Are Free 10/14/2009
31. In The Middle Of The Beast 10/14/2009
32. What Do You Do? 10/14/2009
33. Touching My Soul 10/14/2009
34. Yellow Sunshine 10/14/2009
35. Never Mind 10/14/2009
36. God Is A Pink Memo 10/14/2009
37. For Freedom 10/14/2009
38. A World Of Talkers 10/14/2009
39. Intellectual Space Tripper 10/14/2009
40. Unfinished Poem 10/14/2009
Best Poem of Chris G. Vaillancourt

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.

We were discussing the ways and means
of uniting every breath. Recycling the
memories that permeate like daggers
through every shade of perspective.

We are one world, one people.

One voice of gladness and misery
jostling the ozone with our shared
journies that we are walking.

A faceless distance that together
we are hoping to avoid. We are one
beating mind seeking the
jumble of God.

Clear it up for us, ...

Read the full of We Are One World, One People

Cardboard Boxes

Maybe nothing matters?
Our feelings were like
..........old people sitting
...........around a broken table.
Not talking. Just being.
.........Gesturing with eyebrows
..........of important un-importance.

All of my own private symbols

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