#thepoetshouse
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by Michael Plante I’m an old man in a roomreminiscing in memories;the cheap cracked floral wallpaperand the smell of old peopleis certainly a reality I could do without. It is not death I wait forit is the warm summer windfrom the land wherespirit people riseand haunting screams from our past comes alive.It is that I…
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by Michael Plante You can do anything.You are only limited by your own restrictions. Inhibitions disappear when the first step is taken. Confidence arrives and the incurred momentum forces you towards desired results. Once accomplished, a sense of pride is rewarded. Even when the result is not entirely what was expected you can say, “I…
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by Michael Plante HAPPY CANADA DAY! What Real Freedom Is You’re not likely to walk into someone’s home and call it shit just because it doesn’t meet your standards. More than likely you’ll just get up and leave. So don’t call the country I live in shit, just get up and leave. Addicts understand that…
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by Michael Plante I will not step on flowersor beg the sun to come out on a cloudy day.I shall walk the path through the forestwhere no one has traveled before.If I shall be blinded by the darknessmy path will still lead me to where I am suppose to be.All I have to do is…
