Chris G. Vaillancourt : Writing

Sunshine Lonely

Sunshine Lonely

A Poem by Chris G. Vaillancourt


Included in "I Walk Naked into a Cloud" Publishamerica. 2010 ISBN: 978-1-4489-7989-9
Father, Son, Holy Spirit

Father, Son, Holy Spirit

A Poem by Chris G. Vaillancourt


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,..
Jumble

Jumble

A Poem by Chris G. Vaillancourt


A presence falls into the darkness of the daylight.I am waiting to meet it with anticipation.Evil sheds like slipping reptiles of hate.Shattering the ..
Waters Of Rebirth

Waters Of Rebirth

A Poem by Chris G. Vaillancourt


Included in "Teardrop of Coloured Soul" Published 2005 Publish America ISBN: HARDCOVER8327
Trembling, I Think of Passion We've Once Shared

Trembling, I Think of Passion We've Once Shared

A Poem by Chris G. Vaillancourt


Trembling, I think of passion we've once shared,Of caressing vowels spoken in the mind.Gently I provoke my thoughts to cloudy days,When touch from you..
Warm as Zero

Warm as Zero

A Poem by Chris G. Vaillancourt


Cold air filters through the window.My limbs are shaking.From the cold or the mind,I can't say for sure.Somewhere down the streeta cat is crying.Its m..
Strumming of the Midnight Wind

Strumming of the Midnight Wind

A Poem by Chris G. Vaillancourt


She arrived with the strummingof the midnight wind.Approaching with gyrating furyupon the emblem of rejoicing.Would we dance together?Or would we f**k..
Oh My Love, How I Miss Your Morning Smile

Oh My Love, How I Miss Your Morning Smile

A Poem by Chris G. Vaillancourt


Oh my love, how I miss your morning smile,That once so pleasured my tedious long day.Each word spoken by you a pleasant style,Of twittering grace and ..
Gently

Gently

A Poem by Chris G. Vaillancourt


Gently sway me with the swishing of the windas it laps like butter through the window. Feelme with the feather of your hand, and we shall makesuch won..
Driving

Driving

A Poem by Chris G. Vaillancourt


Driving, the rain shattering against the windshield.The mud splattering the wheels as they turnaround and around.Radio blasting some old rock and roll..