#poet
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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 picture on the front suppose to be us?Am I supposed to remember something?I am many…
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by Michael Plante When everyone has left mebefore the coming of nightI hear you come creeping through the door.Blinded by your loveand the secrets you keeptogether we danced in the dark.When all that surrounds us is coming apartwe dreamt until the dawn stole our dreams. You are the silhouettethat keeps me alivewhen everyone has turned…
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by Michael Plante I am a soul warriorwith a queen of heartsnesting on the cusp of eternity and lifesigning his name where the stars playand lovers dance gracefully intact. My soul is sacred and my heart is purefor that is the way of a warrior.I bring fire to my lover’s heartwherein she tames and feeds…
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by Michael Plante A poet walks into the darknessharvesting their thoughtstoiling in the mind’s reclusea labor of love reduced to words.We spit on the consumer’s marketa $1.99 a pound;for the poorer a poet the greater their work. Planted seeds of youth prevailhardship and adversities enrich the soiltend to the rows gently yet firmlyuntil daylight destroys…
