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The Thirsty Horse
I led a thirsty horse to an empty troughin a town without a name. Wrapped the horse’s lead around a wooden polethen stepped into the saloon.Cobwebs and poker chips littered the room.Overturned chairs and a broken piano left nothing for the imagination. Just another abandoned town with no story to tell. I step behind the bar.Old shelves…
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In My Soul
In my youthwe dictatedto the worldour termsand conditions. we were unwaveringin our principlesand dedicatedto our cause.relentlessnesswas our rallying call. we taught our leadersnever to be dismissivefor the ideathat we were childrenwas a foolish notion. at night I wonderwhere do the youths of today stand?for age falters my mindand darkness fills my soul. Author Michael PlanteLast…
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The Glass Ceiling
You have to have the attitude of a brickin order to bring down the glass ceiling above you.The strength of a madmanand the willingness to fail. How easy it is to point out the failures of yesterday,and how difficult it is to admit our own failures upon inheriting our parent’s success.There is no perfect flower…
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God’s Silence
Use the good word to express God’s loveor use the good word to spread hate.That is the choice.We can teach an army how to killor teach our children unconditional love.Let them loose on the open plainsand watch as the cumbersome rifle falls to the ground. God’s love is infectiousto heart’s desires.What restrains shall be cast…
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The Gods of Misfortune
I only came to watch you diesitting in the corner on a vinyl chaira folded newspaper on the floorthe sound of nurses walking by.I only came to watch you die. I’ve waited many years to receive that phone callthe one that says its almost timewhen I hung up the phone I walked aroundknocking trinkets off…
The Poet's House 