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by Michael Plante I was impressionable;a young mind with a strong spiritdetermined and bull-headed.I was third born in a tribe of threesmall by statute, fragile,yet never one to back down from a fight. The hardest luck is bad luckyet it teaches the trait of endurance.A coin placed into the bank of life that retains its…
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by Michael Plante The deepest of hearts are created in Canadaour bond is the winter that we embraceCold that chills the bone, and snow that covers our landproduces hearty Canadians with a historyfor rising above challenges renderedby our first queen we call Winter. From a restful slumber we riseto look beyond the windowpanethe cold of…
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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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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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