The Poet's House

The Poet’s Creed

Light a match
blow the flickering embers
watch it as it grows
see the world catch fire
offer no excuse.

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  • Re: The Tragically Hip

    A notch in our heartsfearlessly carried.a whispered breathlike a chinook wind.a peaceful momentwith an old friend.a once in a lifetime sunsetdraws a silent tear. What drew 5 friends together so many years agois the same thing that draws a nation… Continue reading

  • The End

    I have the luxury of painthat is experience beyond adolescence.I have the battle scars of lifeattracting the eyes of the novice. I have the right to say nothingas the world screams into a void.I’ve earned the rightto laugh at your… Continue reading

  • Lover’s Abyss

    I was told as a young childYou can dream of anythingSo, I dreamed I was a blue horsemidnight blue with a touch of whitegracefully strongunafraid of the worldaccepting of the unknownbeautiful essenceassuring eyes. I was told as a studentYou can’t… Continue reading

  • River Rock Canada

    Light my soul on fireremind me why I’m herelet my lungs fill with the firethat sparks the fury of the midnight sunso those lost in the darknesscan find their way home. Let my words fall like river rockto the shores… Continue reading

  • Next To Heaven

    I can imaginethat clouds are reallyupside down icebergscrossing the skyand that Newfoundlandlays next to heaven. I can imaginethat the smell of wildflowerscome to usby passing shipson infinite horizonsthat our ancestors steer. I can wish on starsthat fall from the night… Continue reading

  • Cooksville Creek

    a wooded area with a little creekcaptures the imagination of a childa day’s solace could be foundor tears hidden away from inquisitive eyes.even death visits and speaksnot yet childso endurance is the day’s lesson. laughter fades when the streetlights come… Continue reading

  • Post Cards

    Your post card was received yesterdayStir, stop. was written on the back.Nothing else followed but the post mark.Prince Albert, Saskatchewan.I tapped the edge and wondered why?On the front was an old picture of two peopleportaging at Spring Lake. Was the… Continue reading

  • The Goddess of My Heart

    The Goddess of my hearthas stolen my senses.In the depth of her eyes, I fallnever to be foundfor her beauty is as infiniteas her love. Continue reading

  • A.I. Zero-Sum Hypothesis

    I was kicking around with the idea of a glass ceiling. The preliminary was run through A.I. (Google Search) , mostly for entertainment purposes, but also to see if there is anything comparable. As I did I could see the… Continue reading

  • My Blank Canvas

    In elementary school I was handed a blank canvas,some brushes and paint.Our teacher said, “paint something you learned”I decided to paint a Navajo dwellingsomewhere in the desert untouched by written history. In one hand I held a paletteblending the colors… Continue reading

Canadian Author Michael Plante was born and raised in Toronto, Canada.
He struggled with addiction for 25 years before getting sober in 2005.


Michael is a member of the Metis Nation of Ontario. An organization representing “the collective aspirations, rights and interests of Métis people and communities throughout Ontario”.
Michael is part of a fractured society that continues to work together to reunite as a whole. “Our identity is not defined by a governing body, it is defined by our heritage and or traditions”. As the Metis Nations across Canada grows and collects its people its leaders will continue to uphold these traditions fortifying their heritage into the next millennium and ensuring their rights as a distinct society.

Michael has been creatively writing for 20 years. As a means to combat the struggles with addiction he started creatively writing as a way to identify the issues pertaining to addiction. “The more I engaged the deeper I dug“. He found a passion and a new challenge that has brought him closer to his Creator. Now with his 4th book released he has come to the pinnacle of his writing career. “The challenge of writing isn’t the topic, it’s the manifestation of an idea from conception to birth, that is the intrigue”.

Michael now resides with his wife Cheryl in Kirkfield Ontario.

Contact Michael Plante @ thepoetshouse101@gmail.com