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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…
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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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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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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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by Michael Plante I The Creator sat upon a blue stone dotting the darkness with stars and planets.Marvelling at his own creation a thought occurred: Light can exist in the darknessyet darkness cannot exist in light.This conflict shall transform whomever it touches;all of my children shall come to understand resilience;and the depth of their essence…
