#canadianpoet
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by Michael Plante There’s a chill that creeps up your backwhen the full moon risesand the mist hovers over the hills of Carolina.In the old tin shed a candle is litand placed in the window to ward off the ill.“Never mind about this housemove on to where you need to be” And the spirits call…
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by Michael Plante We are rats in an infinite mazeseeking our cheese to satisfy our hungerbelieving the next corner will bring us closer to our goal.Sniffing the air for directionrubbing our eyes to remove the crud that has formed in the cornerswe contemplate our next move. There will always be four optionsleft, right, forward, or…
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by Michael Plante So grey I cannot see anything…fog all around me; stings my eyes.Droplets form, then run down my cheeksfalling from my chin to the ground below.There is a chill in my heart.I ask my Creator, “Am I alive or dead”?There is no response. I hold a staff in my right handmade of black…
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Judging character is based upon a person’s perspective. What I see some people do not. Biases or racial tendencies cloud a person’s perspective when judging a person’s character. Shall I judge you negatively because of the religion you choose to follow? A religion that hides the truth of leaders? Shall I judge you based strictly…
