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Dusk’s Request
by Michael Plante I asked the Creator for a strand of his hairI asked the crow for a featherI asked the tree of life for a branchI asked the ground for her gems.Songs of peace that I learned so long agopressed my lips at dusk’s request.My decrepit fingers are as old as my heartstill work…
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Fruition’s Fruit
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…
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The Poet’s Creed
by Michael Plante Light a match, blow the flickering ember, watch it as it grows, see the world catch fire, offer no excuse. All compositions that appear on The Poet’s House are composed by Michael Plante and are subject to copyright. Thank you for visiting Plante101.com
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Kissing Sky
by Michael Plante I was born with the spirit of a horsethe strength I have can move a mountainand drag a thousand years across a desert with ease;endure a harsh storm brought on by the darknessand run faster than a westerly wind.I have no fearI feel no painmy heart pounds like thunder. The spirit of…
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That Racist Bastard
by Michael Plante I dragged that racist bastard up the mountain side;expelled a lot of energycalluses on my feetcalluses on my handsachy shouldersand a hunger in my belly. It fought all the way;skin ripped off its heelsknees scrapedhands bruisedachy shouldersand a hunger in its belly. By my death or the light of the Creatorits darkness…
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