#canadianpoet
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by Michael Plante Tethered by a noosethe poet awaitsholding dead flowers and a broken heart.His light extinguished and the binding of his life forever crackedthe noose is his only company. The stench of society putrid to him nowdistasteful indeed.Man is God’s manifesto of deathhow befitting that man celebrates itin front of the blind seeking solace.…
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by Michael Plante It is not our wayto submit.We do our thingin our own wayin our own timeall for a greater cause. Do we collect the starsor do they entertain our minds?Or maybe we just see them as an extension?What we deem the best of we strive towards.Our stars are the best.In our dreams we…
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by Michael Plante Can you see yourself floating on the seasin a little craft;waves lappingthe sun is shininga slight breeze brushes your cheeka cloud rolls by to say “Hello”and you laugh because it looks like a smile? At that moment you can become anything you likego anywhere you wantspeak to anyone you please.Nothing dares to…
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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 than people saying “he created a better world for me”, and I don’t see anything…
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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 your fingertips?Were you extraordinary amongst the finest of peopleacknowledging there’s more to life than a…
