Long Canters Poems

"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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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Dreams I have, 
Where I am never wrong; 
Dreams I have, 
In which I remain forever young.

Dreams I have, 
With skies of sun & blue; 
Dreams in which
Every known wish comes true.

Dreams I have, 
In...

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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"...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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Naked in the moon
My heart throbs
For canters of wine
On lips of passion
Am I a lover too?

It is the old delusion
Poets drunken with words
Muting love's confession
To the coldness
Of the winds

Her white skin
The alabaster of my dreams
Web...

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Hearts unfulfilled desire, the causation
Ensouling form, that we may feel contrast
Pulsations; contraction and expansion 

Memory erased, our soul here aghast
Dark dungeons of delusion veiling light
Destiny unfolding, as of die cast

Dreams seem real, offering fleeting delight
Yet...

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From the carnival circle race goes off the course
the vintage carousel of bobbing corralled horse,
galloping skyward from the field of fiesta fair
through the music of wind jingling everywhere.

With teen fantasy on ornate steed out of...

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18.49
“The sage does whatever
appears to be done
without thinking of good or bad
His actions are those of a child”


Heart over head
Agendaless exuberance 
No talks with Ted
Childlike innocence 

(23-August-2019)

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Verse 18.49 revisited on 11-February-2022

As we pause
The cause
Of thought
Ego...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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“choosing here and now to exit stupor
in silence connecting to realms upper”

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Ceasing striving, let us rest in silence
Bringing to a halt, effort of ego
Detached from outcomes, in playful parlance 

In tranquil stillness, we feel the...

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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...

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This,
right here,
mind body,
is where we are.
Not negation then,
rather embracing truth,
shift into the heart centre,
feeling therein bliss that canters,
we embrace, hold and softly release,
divine offerings with nonchalant ease.

All it takes is thought rested awareness,
wherein attentive in...

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