Chris G. Vaillancourt Writing

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For Grey Was Not Ours To Be

A Poem by Chris G. Vaillancourt

When the fury of the being is over-done, there will be the reply that was spoken but not heard. Waves and waving aquatics walk like debris..

I Dreamed of America

A Poem by Chris G. Vaillancourt

It was a nightmare. Guns and guns, and everywhere guns. Voices shouting in fortress cities. Civilians hiding behind their iron bars. I dream..

Go Softly Into The Darkness Of The Night

A Poem by Chris G. Vaillancourt

Included in "Teardrop of Coloured Soul" Published 2005 Publish America ISBN: HARDCOVER8327

Queen of the Most Holy Rosary

A Poem by Chris G. Vaillancourt

Queen of the Most Holy Rosary!Our hands holding roses,We hold them for you;Your grace bringingus the salvation of your Son;Holy Lady of Heaven,Blessed..

So I Do, And So The Tumble Happens

A Poem by Chris G. Vaillancourt

Midnight, and later, rustles like champagne bottles through theflea strains of wonder.So I do. I wond..

The Landscape Of The Mind

A Poem by Chris G. Vaillancourt

Included in "Teardrop of Coloured Soul" Publish America.2005 ISBN: HARDCOVER8327

Paradoxes Of A Child Of God

A Poem by Chris G. Vaillancourt

Strong enough to be weak; Successful enough to fail; Busy enough to take time; Wise enough to say, "I don't know." Serious enough to laugh. Ric..

Flashlight

A Poem by Chris G. Vaillancourt

And so withoutyes or nowe cry for meaning.Sunlight-moonlight-not the frostshimmeringfrom the tablein surrealistic shadowsforgotten in disgrace.Here we..

What Does It Take To Feel Alive?

A Poem by Chris G. Vaillancourt

What does it take to live? What does it take to feel alive?A birth certificate is a joke!The first validation into the false brotherhood.Oh yeah, sign..