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...

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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...

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"Inside the Winter Wild"

Inside the Wild, 

Winter races 
towards Time 
like a runnaway train

it’s shadowy 
and dark,
yet, inside Winter, 

the wild keeps
without fail
its burning light, 

a passion play

for everything 
and all, 
along the way

discovered 
in the long dark 
unquiet silent night, 

the will 
to exist...

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marsh pony canters~
peg-legged man stands
atop waves of the sea...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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
     
...

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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...

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