#poetry
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by Michael Plante Secrets buried beneath the soilthought forgotten by those that deceivebut all misdeeds cut the souland blackness seeps out like blood.The structure that houses their Godfalls silent in the nightthe sickness remainsthe floors rotten. At dusk they fall to their kneesand God’s eyes look downwhat gets them through the nightshall strangle them by…
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by Michael Plante The Red Maple Leaf We’re born to moveas we start to crawl our world opens up.New experiences unfold before our eyeswe marvel at what we findand we hold close to our heartsmoments that impact our soul.Moments that change our perspectiveand the course of our lives. We develop our strideforged by failures and…
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by Michael Plante When everyone has left mebefore the coming of nightI hear you come creeping through the door.Blinded by your loveand the secrets you keeptogether we danced in the dark.When all that surrounds us is coming apartwe dreamt until the dawn stole our dreams. You are the silhouettethat keeps me alivewhen everyone has turned…
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by Michael Plante I have seen the tide of regret slowly recede at the light of dawnwhat remained was a washed-up human being.This is a place between dejection and optimismone part of me wants to let go of lifesuccumb to a conclusion that the world I know was correctthat I was a waste of life.…
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by Michael Plante “My people will sleep for one hundred years,but when they awake,it will be the artists who give them their spirit back.”Louis Riel The turtle scratched his way back homealong the littered terrainhis belly crimson red, his face dirtied by the mudhis tail tucked between his legs.“I shall live to see another day”…
