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)
His Prophecy
I know I don’t know how to read the sky
but intuition tells me what comes true.
A centaur said the stars don’t often lie,
though it is known men and beasts often do.
You wrote the character, and thence he came,
The chosen one, the strong man of your dreams;
It’s your turn now! Thus, two have lit a flame,
And in triumph, all creation screams.
I see your hopes and dreams becoming real,
The universe succumbs to your desire.
You ultimately have learned how it can feel,
When two hearts, as one, are lit on fire.
Everybody has experienced a turning point
It’s a natural part of life; it’s part of growing up
Life is a sleek roller coaster that goes down and up
There’s a Carrefour which we must turn to a point
To pause, think, fathom and reflect upon and to move on
To face a neoteric reality, an ingenious centaur with apron
Unusual or strange events take place all the time where
Nobody is in control; nobody dares to face the bad bear
Life is more than an enigma, a hieroglyph, a mystery
Nobody can really predict anything under the hala tree
One must do his/her best to use the turning point to be
A newer individual, a courageous leader and a brilliant apprentee
Only schlemiels don’t change; only zombies have no hope to be better
It’s scary and sad that the world is following the demented monster.
Copyright © July 2024, Hébert Logerie, All rights reserved.
Hébert Logerie is the author of several poetry collections.
Outside drives of dude ranches or of hobby farms
Cast statues of horses bred from Cortez' runaways.
They stand in basket planted ferns to camouflage their hooves,
Or rear atop a barn as though to jump into a circus pool.
More at home on green way cityscapes.
A scattered cavalry would save us from ourselves.
With piercing stares, their riders try to rally troops
To rout the rest, leave us solitary soldiers of the field.
Frontage roads and roundabouts
Out flank them and surround them.
Traffic blinded how they might retreat,
Or charge, they wait in disarray.
The only value now a century of late
Is a centaur kind of horsemanship:
One goal between an animal and man.
Graffiti by the day adds to epaulets of pigeon .
Mobs would have them roped and quartered down,
Hauled to salvage parks unseen revision of our past.
To those casting heroes into bronze, "Be discreet,
Bronze lasts longer than human judgements do."
Diana asked father to change her into a mighty, formidable centaur.
He was surprised; she would not relent his determined child, his star.
So he sent her to the wizard, who had spells to do most everything.
Wee wizard changed her into a centaur and gave her arrows that zing.
Arrows were magic, but he knew she would need them more than ever.
Road would be more difficult, she would return to a human never.
Her suiters were stunned, they ran away, fast, horrified by her change.
She was in her element, however, living life in her intended range.
Spent her life making sure the forest animals were nurtured and safe.
Diana of the woods let go of the human men – William and Rafe.
They could go live with others who wanted to be wives who deferred.
Living with animals in the forest is what she truly keenly preferred.
Her god father watched her from his high seat in Olympus, and smiled.
Saw his true daughter -a mighty formidable, happy centaur, and wild.
Her mother, her grandparents and great grandparents were proud too. Diana living the life that she had always wanted, so heartfelt and true.
when you said you were
horny i didn't think
meaning on your
head
so far i just thought perhaps
centaur but a horse
of course is not
what
you are beyond the feminine
you are by far not one
of them but then
again
kissing hair other then there
and feeling static legs
that equal
mine
even her pursuit seems stronger
then flutes yet devinely
vowing to allow her
to have
me moves to the groove of a pan
pipe's melody which then
seeing i'm loving and
drinking
with a lustful beast as much
i to meet with need and
do concede to her
goat's
Goddess tongue as cups of wine
from chalices flow in streams
waterfalling from her
breasts
she
she
she can
have all of me
any time
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
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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I am your centaur
On bended knees
Before you I fall
your beast of burden
Carrying your heavy loads
Like a sacrificial lamb
Kneeling before
your altar
on mount Olympus
To you my goddess
I love
lay myself bare before you
Nike the winged goddess
goddess of victory
You conquered
my heart
to go on with you
forever more
My love
for you played
On the strings
of a golden harp
Far away
in a distant time
As the water falls
From the fountain
of life
Pure with the love of you
My forever
beautiful goddess
Love conquers all
We know not of that Woman,
though ‘tis known that for years
she has begged for death.
what marred such a creature?
unsought furtherance,
everlasting atrocity,
or a centaur,
agog martyrs and honor,
‘tis certain that,
once the castles are built,
their emperors,
though drunk on sex,
and branded by adulation,
shall ascend.
but does fame bespeak
an eternity of pandemonium?
Perchance.
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.
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
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
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….
Blind to the danger before me
Standing with the precipice beneath me
Once a captain lost at sea
Now a babe, I cannot see
The Sirens try to seduce me
The Centaur tries to conquer me
To no avail
I stand before the finish line
With clinched fists in hand
The wind is strong
The air is thick
To write all wrongs
Feels impossible
Like ones folly
Like a devils trick.
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