Biography

Biography

  

Virgil Chabre was born in Rock Springs, Wyoming. The son of a coal miner. The Rock Springs area is a mining community and Virgil spent his first years in a mining camp, Dines, which was located approximately ten miles north of Rock Springs. Dines was a mining camp where the mining company owned the houses, school, company store and all other aspects of life. The mining company had complete control over the miners. There was no running water in the houses and the bathroom was an outhouse out in the back of the house. He later moved to Rock Springs on Ridge Avenue and had the luxury of running water and plumbing facilities. He survived eight years of a Catholic School and Graduated from Rock Springs High School. He graduated from the University of Wyoming. He spent some of his time 1600 feet underground in a trona mine while in Wyoming. He moved to Arizona and continued his education and became a teacher. He taught Social Studies and Creative Writing in junior high and high school as well as coaching several sports. He established a successful Poetry Club at the school. He begin writing poetry in high school and continues his writing in Arizona today.

Mitchell Peak

Mitchell Peak, Wyoming

Mitchell Peak was named after Finis Mitchell a mentor of Virgil Chabre.  It is one of the few mountains to be named after an individual while that individual was still alive. Most mountains are named posthumously.  Finis was a renowned author , environmentalist, and mountain climber.  Finis would never place himself above the earth that he walked upon.  The earth was very important to Finis and he believed it should be treated with respect and dignity.  He dedicated much of his time to insure the mountains of Wyoming would be shared by all mankind.


 

 Virgil Chabre

PUBLICATIONS
 

His poems have been published in Deros, Manna, Poetica Magazine, Prophetic Voices, Publishing 9, San Fernando Poetry Journal, The Archer, The Professional Poet, The Pub, The Power, Shadows of the Mind, Second Thoughts, Reach for the Stars, Poems for All Seasons, The American Muse, Taurus, New Poets of the American West and many other poetry journals and books.


Books

Column One (Poems 1982-1992)
 

Silhouettes, Images, and Faded Memories -(1979 Out of Print)


The Night She Left and Other Poems - (1981 Out of Print)


Washington DC-(2010)

Poems

  

Cold Weather
 

Cold weather moves in
And hesitates
Around us
Snowshoe rabbits scurry about
Looking somewhat bewildered
Antelope moving slow
Unable to glide through
The deep snow
Cars communicating
Through jumper cables
Giving life
Below zero



 Arizona Desert
 

He came in from the desert

Working in the hot sun

Has its hazards

He had two rattlesnake bites

In three days

Walking with a limp

He said more people die from bee stings

Than rattlesnake bites in Arizona

Tomorrow he would be

Back in the desert

Absorbing the hot sun

Hoping that there are no bees

In the air



One Arm Coming Down
 

For: Aron Ralston
 

Rock climbing is never easy
It takes strength
And determination
The ability to use all limbs
Feet
     Hands
          Arms
               Legs
Your destiny is in
The determination you have to survive
 

Aron Ralston had that determination
As he returned from his climb
Leaving part of himself behind
Lodged inside a rock
 

One  arm coming down 

Park Avenue

It was a house on Park Avenue

A place that had its own issues

There were many stories that 

Took place inside the house


Some will be retold

And some are better

Left in the past

I met Rick there

Student teaching in a quiet

Wyoming town

A house full of teachers

Owned by a teacher


Rick was an artist

One of a kind

Yet

There was something untold

About this house

That would haunt us at the time

And continue to haunt us

As we think about the house today

Rick operating a comic book place

Me writing poetry

Joined with the mysterious house

We left behind

Mining Camp Blues

I was born into

The mining camps of Wyoming

Dines, Winton, and others

Dotted specs on the countryside

Sagebrush and tumbleweeds

Were are neighbors


No running water

Tracks in the snow

Led the way to the outhouse out back

Company school

Company houses

Company store

Dusty roads


Coal burning to keep the house warm

Ice box waiting

For a delivery of ice

Milk delivered on our doorstep


Cardboard inside

Hand me down shoes

Kept my feet 

Out of the weather

It was the mining camp blues

Ridge Avenue Revisited (The House I Grew Up In)

It was just a drive

Looking at Wyoming

Through a window

Of the past

Ridge Avenue


The place where it began

Ridge Avenue

The place where it ended

The cemetery of lost souls

behind our house

Bones in the ground

Trying to rise up

To face a day from the past


The potholes in the road

Slowing down any 

Fast movement

Empty buildings

Vacant lots

Dust covering roads


The wind

And clouds in the sky

Approaching the first

Day of summer

poems

The Sandman

She said call me again

and check the sandman

in your dreams

it's not who you think

it is


I looked and found 

deep sleep leaving

me exhausted

waking up to the magic

of the sandman

Antelope Dead by the Roadside

Stillness in the summer sun

soft hooves that sparkle

with the absence of movement

Once able to dance across the prairie

Swiftness without measure

Ability to dodge bullets

but not cars

Patterns

Is it necessary

to put patterns

before us

me as man-boy

you as woman-girl

or can we

forget what we have become

and explore

only what is real

in a world

that is lost

and out of control

around us

Cat Scratching

Cat scratching

     on my window

but I won't

     let him in

he's better off

     in his own world

than in mine

Loneliness

the most relaxing

     thing I now have

is my loneliness

     It's something

i can't share with anyone

     because once it's shared

it no longer exists


Telephone Call

I dialed  your number today

when I hear your voice

I did not know what to say

I could have asked for the time

Or said, "Do you think it's going

to rain?"

But instaed

I hung up

and told myself it was the 

wrong number

When it wasn't