Best Centaur Poems
I am a Sagittarian Woman
Born in the ninth sign of the zodiac, I am
a woman forged from primordial fire, a proud Sagittarian.
With Jupiter, king of the heavens, as my ruling planet,
I embrace the good life and enjoy every scintillating sunset.
Optimistic personality funny, fiery, and bold,
I’ve visited many faraway places around the world.
Adventurer is my second name,
and I’m the one who won’t be tamed.
Vivacious, energetic, defiant, and free,
you can join the hunt but you’ll never cage me.
Beguiling mystical minx - half beast, half woman,
a Sagittarian woman can effortlessly captivate any man,
and just as adeptly slay a fire-spitting dragon.
An amazing archer aiming accurately for distant stars,
she can strut her stuff like an incredible female centaur.
Knowledge, truth, and social justice seeker,
she advocates for and defends those who are weaker.
Ever strong, loving, loyal, and generous,
pay homage to wise women with integrity, women you can trust -
women born under the fire sign of Sagittarius!
07-09-2014
Contest: Women Only #2 (07-14-2015)
Sponsor: Kelly Deschler
Placement: 3rd
Contest: Poem with a Theme - Zodiac Sign (08-23-2014)
Sponsor: Galeo DS
Placement: 1st
Hymn to Pan
Before Morocco was Roman, you see,
the music of Pan was African jazz.
At the Wednesday night prayer meeting
the percussion discussion of Mingus goes on,
getting' all jumpy and sweaty inside.
This is the time of the passionate stranger,
of bullfights and trumpets, of magic and lust.
You should see that goat high steppin'
playin' his pipes for centaurs and satyrs
while rivers of wine and buckets of beer
splash the maenads snaking with joy.
Seven black dancers leap on a cliff,
five different rhythms make them alive:
It's music that spears them, one at a time!
One says “It's crazy,” one says “It's love,”
three new rhythms awaken the dead!
Fertility spirits moan and shout
as flutes and oboes evoke ancestors.
A soprano echoes a baritone's wail.
The sky man wears a cloak of feathers,
the earth woman wears a skirt of grass.
A neighboring tribe joins the fray
entering caves with torches aloft,
wearing masks of stallions and mares.
The god who grants all desires arrives
riding a winged golden lion
as twenty eight drummers climax at once.
I can believe that joy is infectious,
I can believe that music is Life.
I'm going to jump and roar my approval
she's going to ride a broad chested centaur
the people will tussle a long hungry python
when Pan calls us in the middle of the night.
Hoof beats...palpitate and pound,
A sudden rush...rapidly...rushes by.
Leaving overturned leaves in a swirling...whirl.
Pursuers...persistently follow the tainted...trail.
A Magnesian...mare crosses his mind,
A debt of dreadful...death woefully bestowed.
Death...the debt to breed on forbidden lands.
Centaurus relentlessly...races his hurtles.
Leaving his luscious...love behind.
He’s a Chiron...Centaur at heart,
A masculine...defined...toned...torso,
Merged at the waist of a horse wither,
Where a horse's neck should...solely be.
Being chased for besetting and breeding,
A pallid moon illuminates a fast paced night.
With a timid...terrified look over his shoulder,
A fearless heart...fears the approaching masses.
He not only reaches the edge of Magnesia,
But the edge of a cavernous...cliff.
Caught...trapped...lodged between two natures
(Half-human...Half-animal)
(His hunters...the bottomless cliff)
Thoughts race his mind...mixed reflections.
Flooded by a montage of frolicking memories.
Of a bond not meant to be...destined to not exist.
A desperate attempt to fight extinction,
To successfully mate with a Magnesian mare.
He searches his soul for strength and with his
muscular arms he quickly unsheathes his weapon,
Raising his Chiron...steel sword in cold...defense.
A fatigued heart...a fierce...fight ensues without fear.
Ferociously...fighting to the death paying his debt.
A Chiron heart slain by a legion of Lapithaeian hate,
For a sole attempt to live...to simply breed again,
On the forbidden lands of Mount Pelion,
He faced...fate with its’ risks of death,
Under a Thessalien sky...illuminated by a pallid moon.
For the one beckoning notion called love.
Spiritually inclined
Altruistic to the nth degree
Generous and kind
Intellectual, yet carefree
Travel a lifelong love
Thighs like a thundering horse
Aiming for the stars above
Ruled by Jupiter’s course
Irrepressible, friendly and happy
Unselfish and never a bore
Sagittarius, the Sagacious Centaur
When Frankenstein’s bride was created
The monster was surely elated
He asked her to dance
As he sought romance
To screams his poor ego deflated
Count Dracula surveyed the dance floor
He sought a mate sporting great pallor
“Morticia” stood out
He gave her a shout
But she brushed him off for the Centaur
Incredible Hulk had more luck though
A jolly green lady crooned, “Tango!”
Her gigantic Dad
Seemed perfectly glad
As he tossed green beans at the floor show
The evening sped by and all mated
No monster was sad or frustrated
The underworld king
Let his decree ring:
“May music play on unabated"
October 20, 2016
Chiron
the wise centaur
wounded and in agony
was enthroned in the sky by Zeus -
spared pain for being kind.
Chiron
half-man, half-beast
had more the heart of a god -
so from his own gateway of stars
shines down forevermore.
Written by Andrea Dietrich
July 3, 2012
For nette onclaude's
PEN A PENSEE Poetry Contest
Mr Sagittarius, Man of Fire, among the trees,
Sat down and fashioned arrows out of wood and flint with ease.
Then passing, Lady Libra, who despite her grace and airs,
Was captured by the flame in him, so hid, and watched him there.
His craftsmanship was beautiful, he carved with speed and skill,
She sensed his softer music even though he’d trained to kill.
Our Archer took an arrow, raised his bow and stilled his mind,
The arrow sailed, and punctured through the tree she hid behind.
So here he found our Lady, and was spellbound by her eyes,
As bright as constellations he did not yet recognise.
And she adored his centaur form, admired him head to tail,
And he, enthralled by elegance, quite adored her simple scales.
He loved her constant calmness and she loved his subtle pride,
A love that led to asking if she’d be his balanced bride.
Her answer was immediate, her ‘yes’ was not delayed,
She wanted him forever and her heart was duly weighed.
Orion wed them happily, the Great Bear bore the rings,
The Seven Sisters shone all night to zodiacal kings.
So Mr Sagittarius had his lady by his side,
But nature had dictated they were separate in the sky.
So loving Lady Libra made a necklace for the pain,
Her Archer’s gilded fingertip on a Cassiopeian chain.
She studded it with diamonds for the eight stars of his sign,
She wore it for her centaur so he knew that she was fine.
And even now, the story goes, they spend their days as one,
For stars are never needed when the sky is blessed with Sun.
Then when they have to be apart as pictures of the night,
He lies next to her patient heart, so she shines twice as bright.
Centaurs
~*~
In Greek Mythology monsters come in all shapes
sometimes hideous and strange . . . often representing
the dark forces in life, creatures such as Centaurs-- part
human and part horse, they are man's unruly, instinctive
nature, less awesome that demons . . . they still harassed
and haunted humans. They had the head, arms and chest
of a man but the legs and lower half of a powerful horse.
These man-horse beasts led a lustful, drunken and savage life
and were fond of riotous revelries often writhing in fierce battles
with wild brute force . . . raping, killing humans for meat.
The wise Centaur, Chiron was a unique case-- he was learned
in music, medicine, hunting and war. He was friend to Apollo,
and Zeus, loved, admired and honoured by all the great gods.
He was noted for his gentleness and kindness and wisdom. . .
tutor to Greek heroes. When he died Zeus set him in the night sky
as the starry constellation known now as Centaurus.
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June 5, 2013
Poetry/Narrative/Centaurs
Copyright Protected, ID 06-483-485-05
All Rights Reserved, 2013, Constance La France
Written for the Premier contest, Mythological Creatures or Birds
sponsor, Shadow Hamilton, Judged 06/18/2013
Ninth Place
A true Banshee knows how to kick some tail
Leprechaun's give and take, but never full sail
A Centaur speaks with the truth, to no avail
Ask a warlock's mistress, likely she won't tell
Aphrodite's abides only to her clientele
She'll put you under a most powerful spell
Wizards conjure the demons from hell
Warlocks are able to escape their cell
Cloven witches remain to ring the bell
Dark shadows create visions from Hell
I want to dance with a star, and just be let free,
Float above Orion's Belt, so no drama can reach me,
Take a swim in the Big Dipper, and just feel relaxed,
Hug the Great Bear, so i won't feel life's attacks,
Ride on Leo the lion, and let the air brush against my skin,
Breeze through my hair, having fun with Virgo, the Virgin,
Sit on Libra's scale, and let it balance me with a weight of gold,
Get bitten by Scorpius, and let all the happiness unfold,
Ride on a Sagittarius, as the centaur let me borrow his bow,
Take a trip with Capricorn, and let it take me wherever it go,
I want to dive with Aquarius, and swim alongside with Pisces,
Meet up with the twins Gemini, at least they truly like me,
Walk with Cancer the crab, to a galaxy that's super far,
Engrave this on my headstone, "Died happily, dancing with the stars."
Haga un esfuerzo, desgaste de la chaqueta de la cara norte para evaluar si se siente cómodo, compra en casa. squat-Up derecha hasta el cuello; ver cómo encaja en el cuello, La cremallera debe parecer una espada cuando sacó de su funda. La mano bolsillos más cálidos no deben mostrar mayor en la parte delantera, incluso con las manos y las mu?ecas pulg Gemelos tienen cierres de velcro suave y flexible opción Centaur.
?Eso es todo? No, Su juicio selección termina sólo cuando se haya comprobado dos cosas más. ?Es usted agradable vistiendo la chaqueta? Pruebe un buen tama?o y el contorno; Mueve las manos como lo haría realmente. Abajo chaquetas como las chaquetas de la cara norte tienen diferentes perfiles para los ciudadanos.
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My mind has become a hoarder’s paradise
As I have gotten older, fat and lazy.
All that I gather collects
Along the halls, across table tops
On every available surface.
Eventually only narrow pathways remain
Through the labyrinth,
Pathways I traverse daily
As I shuffle back and forth
On my habitual ways.
This is the anatomy of a mind calcifying,
Layers and layers of thought and memory
Cemented accretions which then erode
Into the walls of my labyrinth.
Somewhere at the center
I know there is a garden still untouched
By the clutter of this life,
Complete with eye bright centaur
Chiron on his grassy knoll.
Knowing it’s always there
Is all the solace I need.
(9/7/25)
Ms.chievous Banter, my mentor
has various suits and of one is Centaur
sent as a.line in the form of She
light as the sand they came to be
watch carefully…
Horizon aligns and a Lion is fire
The sun wakes up a hidden desire
Past and stow they cracked the bell
Passed on last but it’s not to tell. William said…
Ms.chievous Banter came then to my head
she woke me up from asleep in my bed
whispering words she knew I’d say
noting notes she knew I’d play
.
gentle one, her lips began….
lent on two, all across the land…
gents of three, on a mountain stand
enter hear. For rivers dance….
Civilians who chant “liquor store blues”
within a Memphis alley way
Where the classical band plays
From dusk till dawn
Would lack intelligence
Should they be taught
That she resembles a foul sprite
For some wild centaur.
Made of wood. I know I should; excise the inner fires turned solid. my life's eyes tell me of your future colors; yet to me unconscious
.
Instead no dread, of the black out and the work to attack you with furious brush strokes, hand and arm; eyes closed.
pinnacles of mind light projected on a black hole stop time for three levels:
Shadows. Dancing in a doorway and alley side.
Fogs and mysts.
Join and then depart from a centaur battlement; the impressions of a fantastic dream of past years.
Final victory is hinted by pastel tones. The result is all a question in continued blindness to it; beauty or not it's given away in love.
The story your dictation; the weaver of Iranian yarns demands total silence.
Meditation. An Old man's quest.
Complete.
I had thought that what was wrought; the tiny pinnacles never to develop into physical blooms; it was your discovery.
Wooden square of complete abstraction.
Feelings fit in shapes by magic.
Colors launched and the laboratory thrumming; the naked human works while the wood begins to shine. Forest on an island in outer space with a cloud wearing a rye expression. Of mirth
. Maze of depth opens a door to your heart through my process.
Blending; Death of apprehensions into an image of your favorite flashbacks. ; your most needed fire place; embers of spoken unreality
Somehow.
Intention leads to perfection; duality through splintered rainbows. It began with a most feared canvas. It began with an Iranian canvas.