Best Canters Poems
Down the gradient of meandering verdant valley
Draining down the dregs of the fading dusk
Beyond the threshold of the wild woods thick
My white stallion gallops in the emerald prairie.
Gossamer gloss sparkles on the supple skin
Wisps of silky cloud swirl on the satin mane
Tossing on swinging waves of the south wind
The equine beauty canters out of my heart.
Bent blades of jade grass sway in sinuous ruffle
In sync with the rhythm of the bolting ivory grace
The tilted hooves hover in the transfixed air
Panorama of motion captured in sublime silence.
Soaked in twilight glow we cross the last pasture
Floating on cascading spectrum of the setting sun
Beyond the glowing horizon of grandeur I see
The portal of heaven opens for my horse and me.
March 30, 2020
Contest : Completely Your Choice (42) Any Form Any Theme
Sponsor : Brian Strand
Categories:
canters, heaven, horse,
Form:
Free verse
I am moving in and out of these animated lies,
Silver linings now sagging shadows
Burning desires now dimming coals
How did I ever become so fixated
On such unreliable light?
It is the demon of doubt that reigns tonight
It’s got all the strings to the puppetry
Raising its arms to smite all joy
Condemning our souls to dull life’s shine
Where are you now,
My swelling source of hope?
Why do your eyes wander
Where danger canters?
Trotting on soils dried by the sun
My reason for living
Now my reason for moaning
Its dragging me by the hair now
Telling me to take refuge on its stage
So it can play us over and over
Succumbing to its pathetic goals
To its putrefying plans
All I ever wanted was a place I can feel
A place I can feel
At home
I don’t know how that feels
As I seek all these thrills
I still don’t know how that feels
Categories:
canters, absence, anxiety, beauty, betrayal,
Form:
Free verse
marsh pony canters~
peg-legged man stands
atop waves of the sea
Categories:
canters, adventure, imagination, sea
Form:
Haiku
Duchess, a brown chestnut Tennessee Walker with a
long flowing ebony mane, frolicked non-stop along the
fenced pasture bordering the corn field. She had the
whole eighty acres to herself, kicking up her heels as if
she was still a yearling. Fall was nearing its peak and
winter was just around the corner; for Duchess, it was
just another wonderful season like spring or summer.
The dark gray skies indicated a storm was approaching
and with the nights changing temperatures, a dusting
was evident. Dusk slithered in with the north wind,
suddenly- whirling fallen leaves and whipping cold-
needle- like rain pierced her huge brown eyes. Duchess
bolts – and like the wind, wheels her slender muscular
body in a joyous dance. Hoofs thunder intensely on
hardened cold soil, uprooting clumps of grass, sending
them flying along with her splaying tail. Oxygen
saturated nostrils swell as she canters poetically in a field
of crystals. The snow now picks up pace as does her
slow stride; turning into a gallop. Steam pours from
swollen lungs through her soft muzzle, she feels alive
but exhausted from the sudden burst. She gazes across
the open field and watches the tiny crystals collect on
evergreen along the hillside, gradually transforming into
puffy white flakes. She knows winter is here.
Copyright © 2010 By Caryl S. Muzzey
Second Place Winner ~ "Horses or Snowflakes or Horses
and Snowflakes” Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Constance~A Rambling Poet~
Nov. 8, 2010
Categories:
canters, seasons,
Form:
Narrative
and its the bing bang boing but not bong ok nor beng or bung
A chicken diner stream is a recipe of combined cream but crossing a work surface is often best using traffic lights, zebra crossings and highlighted roadway maps. It is imperative to firm a very tight organised congestion. With cups to the left and glasses to the right the secret glow of gravity gravy is smiling at the floor. Yet shudders at the arriving sponge. Nodding. Nimble are the beetle bugs. Ooh a ballroom dancing spectacle for earthworms writing in packeted slices. Wow. Earthly eradication ejecting evil evolutionary evidence. But it could be said that dressing very casually is not the same as dressing in a greasy tissue. Fabulous isn't it? Queen gong on a long skinny street picks up a steeple and canters away. A catalogued misted mispronounced misprint of a moonlit mortal. Brighter is the bay before beauty bathes. And a beating bear brings bassist and bongos. Fantastical notions of a citronella cube. Formations frown upon upside down house bricks. And hot housework in leopard attire.whirling. A bun in a jar is neither a jar a bar or a bream in a stream. Straightforward structure strengthened strategy. And a large-scale looking leaking leaning lover. Haha now bake. Hahaha and bring a small frog and a little linguistic fish. Giggle then. Hehe head hornets. Xxxx constitutionalism z that was p y Q reporting on the corner from the facts. X
Categories:
canters, absence, adventure, allah, allegory,
Form:
Slim is lean, tall, muscled and an inarticulate mass
Of loyalty, independence, pride and downright Western class
Cocking his hat just so he lets loose with his infectious grin
Testosterone overflowing, he’s masculine up to the brim
Mumbling "Shucks" he’ll duck his head and charm the ladies
Saddle-born, he loves the horse he calls "Lazy, Nuts, and Crazy"
Slim kin drink, git drunk, cuss and dance a mean square
He kin hunt, trap, fish and if put to it outrun a riled-up bear
Slim spits, chaws, farts, smokes hand-rolled and sings off-key
He shoots, ropes, hogties, brands and whistles at cows in high C
He’s an introverted soul, painfully shy and awkward in society
The ranch boss’ only daughter says she wants to marry him
Slim and her did hanky and panky after drinking some gin
Slim’s face reddens up to his hair from his chin
Thinking it’s about time to ride out on the wind
Riding tall into the sunset he canters without a backward glance
Looking for the next ranch on open range to give him a chance
To punch a few cows, work a round-up, find a new gal to romance
A Cowboy Is, Why Bless My Soul, It's Slim.
Categories:
canters, funny
Form:
Rhyme
A cowboy ain't got no use fer the trappin's uv a meetin' house affiliation,
In which to commune with the Lord to git his religious inspiration!
He won't be corralled by a staid and sanctimonious congregation.
He's free to wrangle his spiritual grub from God's Grand Creation!
He ain't got no need fer a fancy altar er them hard-backed pews,
And he won't squirm fer hours as the preacher expounds upon his views!
The great outdoors is his cathedral where he can worship ever' day.
He lifts his eyes to the hills whence comes strength frum across the way!
The Lord provides music with the thunder rumblin' across the range,
Along with the tenor uv a ripplin' stream as it meanders through the grange.
The risin' sun warms his soul as his hoss canters across the plains.
The splendid sunsets are more stunnin' than any uv them glass-stained panes!
He ain't worried about enterin' a church to be met by a contemptuous sigh,
Jes' 'cause he ain't dressed proper in a three-hundred dollar suit and tie!
The Lord welcomes him in His cathedral with his scruffy boots and jeans.
With his sweat-stained shirt and old slouch hat, he's considered a man of means!
He ain't impressed with majestic naves, apses, transepts and sech things.
His sanctuary is the splendor uv the universe and the blessin's that it brings!
His pew is his saddle where he bows his head in reverent adoration,
Knowin' that frum the grandest cathedral of all, He'll hear his supplication!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
(© All Rights Reserved)
Categories:
canters, cowboy-western
Form:
Rhyme
Ma
Horse, horse, who is your eye
Paws patient at Grey City gates,
Thigh-surging thoughts of home.
Horse, horse, who is your heart
Trots the duskward light of lies
Undreaming stars, empty as night.
Horse, horse, who is your lung
Gallops grim to War’s ‘Open Fire!’
Angel unfurling of common tongues.
Horse, horse who is your gut
Strides the eco-weeping wilds
Shape-changer in dawn’s early dew.
Horse, horse who is your mind
Canters home, over plains of pain;
Hooves to story you in nature’s dance.
Categories:
canters, new year,
Form:
Lyric
before we amble
muse upon the preamble
that entity ascension seeking
is encased in mind body matrix limiting
we have for engagement two polarities
external turbidity internal serenity
former is domain of our ego
latter love osmosis slow
on an as is where is basis
we begin with our body chassis
going in within into our heart center
gently feeling so intuiting how joy canters
desires beget thought as of our affirmation
birthing dream worlds as manifestation
cessation then our path optimal
beholding within a miracle
silent witness our presence
senses stirrings of love innocence
felt distinctly in form as magnetic heat
ineffable throb of rapture that has us upbeat
a word of caution here about the energy path
unless each nuance felt as a holy sabbath
aspect acceptant thoughts decadent
cannot navigate the bliss precinct
ego grasps whilst love connects
thus our stance within must be erect
head and heart melded in quiet alignment
resonating with our conscience in contentment
reworded we may say that we must fully let go
of attachment borne cravings of our ego
for we are not this limited mind body
engulfed in narrowness shoddy
back to business joy magnetism
expands slowly bridging all chasms
chakras many but lets not instrumentalise
our child within delighting in unfolding surprise
suffice to mention once blockages are clear
throb of bliss within each pore spears
we be to become bliss essence
radiating love fragrance
28-January-2021
Categories:
canters, love, spiritual,
Form:
Rhyme
A winding pathway up the hills
My weary eyes can see,
It ambles up a rocky ledge
Then turns away from me;
Beckoning to the horizon
It canters on its way,
Soft grass and dewdrops lacing it
Gay butterflies at play;
Vanishing beyond the ridge it
Drops to the other side,
Where a meadow I fathom lies
With greenness astride;
It cajoles me to follow it
Through mist and dappled light,
Till breathless on the windy peak
I see a heartening sight;
Grey wisps of smoke through chimneys quaint
From cosy homesteads warm,
Seems kind invitation I ought
Accept without a qualm.
**********
Categories:
canters, nature,
Form:
Rhyme
Swirling within the Perfume of mirage
As dawn dances down moss hung lanes
Through the silky Poise of camouflage
Canters ebony steeds with Platinum manes
Returning her heart to the salt rimmed Quay
Where that final morning, her sailor stood
Softly beseeching her to come away
With him to the sea, leave her land for good
Between her Quandary of need and pride
She fled to her castle of Quaint stone
Her Quiver of doubt too urgent to hide
Though in the space of oceans, she could have grown
Now she walks the lost shores of faint duets
Her steps weighted by Penance of regrets
2/6/21
Example for my 'Mind Your P's and Q's' contest
Categories:
canters, longing, remember, sad love,
Form:
Rhyme
At his readiness, medley reduced to romance
Pure patched with strategy, pony Rosinanthe
Slick sleuth rotund from a thousand tutorials
Ideality frisked into quixotic filly deplorable
Avid lover Danton handles haggard hill driven
Hoof throb corruption chorales sin's provision
Ever after mantra mashed into lurid intervals
Putrid piebald frames racecourse, analytical
Etching on ranch entrance, ostler is cognizant
Required for pyxis stamina, rubies resplendent
Camofluer canters to sumer anonymous rural
Damsel plans her Danton's conclusion brutal
Mid August Triumphant Lament
Categories:
canters, absence, adventure, cry, engagement,
Form:
Couplet
Logic
nothing perishes but the overcoat body,
spirit rises canters well,
outworn overcoat, falls away ole Poddy,,
go anywhere, but bloody hell,
logic says the soul wont smell.......
grub of soul lives on the earth,
butterfly spirit flys in the light,
depending on your brownie points,you surf,
bitter/sweet is your next delight
have you really got it right?
wealth n power Asp will bite,
deprive the spiritual worth?
alright....
Don
Categories:
canters, adventure,
Form:
Rhyme
Mortal coil to shuffle off,
up to the lord, almighty God,
have that bridge, sometime to cross,
ankle deep in mortal dross,
never mind the bloody cost,
till the veil do part, we plod,
on cloven hoof , unshod,
lonesome n the lost...
Don Johnson
thanks Carolyn
love it mate canters through the gate,
like a straight left to the head,
we seem to suffer here ol mate,
till the lord does strike us dead....
bit of a hell planet this one methinks....Don
Categories:
canters, adventure, parody, planet,
Form:
Rhyme
Mute Mutterings
Of Carolyns Confessions Bartender...
Pistol packing momma lay that pistol down,
as the old song goes:)
sounds like the probby was suitably addressed,
bullet in kneecap, just a little perplexed,
back in ya corner you ***** cos your next,
hold on while im sukkin me last cigarette ...
on ya cobber, mine....Don
The world is in a spiral spin,
negative needs reversing in,
is the fix another bloody war,
blood n death of millions more,
yes mankind's mortal sin...
very just and kind of words,
hope, humanity, not unheard,
every man is just a brother,
every woman may be mother,
on the healthy scale of things.
Tony, beware of the deep,
the thoughts that creep,
memory searches one,
shut your eyes n go to sleep ,
and memory canters some,
beware the deep, of thinking some...
Bob
different views, different states of mind,
what is important, to that fellow of kind,
some of the spiritual, some money blind,
kindness to all doesn't leave us behind?
Don Johnson
Categories:
canters, adventure,
Form:
Ballade