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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  • A Sailed Ship

    by Michael Plante Remember me as I was,for time has stolen my mindand my body has come to still.I shall never sail the water’s deep again,or twist the tides of youth.Those days are goneas is my mind. Open to a… Continue reading

  • Everybody Smokes Crack

    by Michael Plante Plumes released into the night skya million stars to play withstreet dancers call out to dreamerswanting more than they can handle. A piece of luxury upon my pipepays the rent above the soilhell pays the price when… Continue reading

  • A Death In Mimico

    by Michael Plante The time on the clock stopped at 12am.far off in the distance I could hear the motors of the waiting trainsthe sodium lights cast an orange hue into the darknessfrom the yard where the nightshift worked. The… Continue reading

  • Cheez Whiz Sandwiches

    by Michael Plante Pink motels along the highwayfornication with a syringeso blinded by the sickness I can’t seeany way around this life.When I was a child I never had a gunjust a stone I threw through a windowI was just… Continue reading

  • Going Home

    by Michael Plante Blue skies aboverolling clouds that look like homefar away from those that lovealone with those that show no mercy. Am I being punished for being born?Is it my skin?Or the color of my eyes?Or am I just… Continue reading

  • The Republic of Alice

    by Michael Plante I’ve surfed the rabbit hole of illusiona dark twisting vortex of imaginationand landed with a thud that shook the worldas the queen of hearts cried in the night. I ate rabbit stew because he was too opinionated… Continue reading

  • Mother Asked Why

    by Michael Plante Intuitively  I push the envelope to the edge-Mother asked why?I could never answer.Scribed on the envelope was My Lifedetails nobody knew about.The thoughts taken into a nightmareexposed my weaknessand fortified my tenacity. The envelope teetered on the… Continue reading

  • Goodnight America

    by Michael Plante Riding the coattails of insanity,grasping the tail of the purple elephantlicking a silver-plated spoon made of ledtransfixed by the wick’s amber.Good night Americathe doors are closed. Outsiders live on the fringesleeping on vacant sofasoffice workers shuffle their… Continue reading

  • Cannibal Spirits

    by Michael Plante I sit with God in the outbacka deserted place void of human contactmy faith in people lay like sun-bleached bonesscattered around the barren placed in a symbolistic manner.If life came with a warning symbolit would have been… Continue reading

  • The Rabbit Hole

    by Michael Plante I paid Attention a visit,she was sitting on a hillside under a treesurrounded by daisies and tall grasswearing a white gown and sunhat. She was smoking a pipe and blowing smoke rings into the airwhich she pushed… 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