The Poet's House

The Poet’s Creed

Light a match
blow the flickering embers
watch it as it grows
see the world catch fire
offer no excuse.

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  • God’s Silence

    Use the good word to express God’s loveor use the good word to spread hate.That is the choice.We can teach an army how to killor teach our children unconditional love.Let them loose on the open plainsand watch as the cumbersome… Continue reading

  • The Gods of Misfortune

    I only came to watch you diesitting in the corner on a vinyl chaira folded newspaper on the floorthe sound of nurses walking by.I only came to watch you die. I’ve waited many years to receive that phone callthe one… Continue reading

  • Crow’s Nest Warning

    The Great Captain has gone insanelashing at the sea with all his mightas thunder echoes and lightning strikeswill he be forever lost? Dejected souls stand the shorelineawaiting answers that will never comefeel the rain upon the facefor its the only… Continue reading

  • Waiting On Ice

    I stand upon the ice fieldlooking out to the horizonthe midnight sun is far behind meyet the darkness remains. Soon the redness of a new dayshall seep onto the canvass of lifesoon the ice will breakand I will be free.… Continue reading

  • Out Of Many, One

    E Pluribus Unum(out of many, one) When patriotism can get you killed your voice becomes a commodity of freedom. Stand up to those that deem to destroy what many have sacrificed their lives for. Be vacant of fear and rise… Continue reading

  • Logic Harnessed

    With all the crap that the world is going through, with all the challenges and controversial rhetoric that seeks to seal our doom I remain optimistic about our future. I believe there is someone out there like my grand mother.… Continue reading

  • In Death

    there is no hypocrisy in deathas there is in lifefor the great swell of our existencefesters in regret death will rectify that swellequalize it without remorsebring true the justification of our totalitythat we are nothing more than one part of… Continue reading

  • Dead Poets Hang in The Night

    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… Continue reading

  • Canadian Pride

    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… Continue reading

  • My Minneapolis

    The tide of hypocrisy rolls in and I become the shore.The lighthouse under the stars beckons a warning, “danger awaits”yet the tide continues;so firmly I must stand. The lighthouse keeper sounds the horn to those passing in the fog“beware…beware…be safe… Continue reading

Canadian Author Michael Plante was born and raised in Toronto, Canada.
He struggled with addiction for 25 years before getting sober in 2005.


Michael is a member of the Metis Nation of Ontario. An organization representing “the collective aspirations, rights and interests of Métis people and communities throughout Ontario”.
Michael is part of a fractured society that continues to work together to reunite as a whole. “Our identity is not defined by a governing body, it is defined by our heritage and or traditions”. As the Metis Nations across Canada grows and collects its people its leaders will continue to uphold these traditions fortifying their heritage into the next millennium and ensuring their rights as a distinct society.

Michael has been creatively writing for 20 years. As a means to combat the struggles with addiction he started creatively writing as a way to identify the issues pertaining to addiction. “The more I engaged the deeper I dug“. He found a passion and a new challenge that has brought him closer to his Creator. Now with his 4th book released he has come to the pinnacle of his writing career. “The challenge of writing isn’t the topic, it’s the manifestation of an idea from conception to birth, that is the intrigue”.

Michael now resides with his wife Cheryl in Kirkfield Ontario.

Contact Michael Plante @ thepoetshouse101@gmail.com