Michael Plante
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The Absence of Hate
What is love but the absence of hate?a smile,a touch of human compassionspiritual existence with othersan open door for all to pass through? I prefer to smileto laugh and create moments that last forever.When I die, I want nothing more… Continue reading
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Her Mystique
by Michael Planter Blue tides….high watersoh my, she’s back againtake my hand…take my handtake me away from here…before I sink below her mystique. I’m losingdaylight disappearsblue tides…high watersI’ve sunk below her mystiquedrifting silently in the darkI can never go back.… Continue reading
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Closing Your Eyes Forever
Did you dance in the rainwhen the streetlights came onand thunder rolled across the land?When dreams were being gifted did you catch Nyx as she engulfed the world? Did you ride the tidal wave that consumes everythinggracing the stars with… Continue reading
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Christmas Letter 2025
The Canadian Spirit When the diminishing light has finally diedand cold has gripped the landscape;the first star will appearas frost forms upon the window. We Canadians take a breath of winter lifestepping upon fallen snow.The evening star lights our path… Continue reading
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The Last Post
The Last Post Where do we go from here?Now that those left have turned to rust and memory has falter.They weren’t wrong in their endeavors, nor short of will.They drew their intentions in the soil at Vimy Ridgewith blood of… Continue reading
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