Yogi Bear to me is as close as family
Out in the backroads of my youth
Grew with me through the years
I’ll always have that soft spot in my heart
Categories:
yogi, appreciation, childhood, growing up,
Form: Name
The Indian guru's
mantra of the day,
tho' somewhat strange,
goes this way...
'When words fail
and at a loss,
contemplate aural hygiene
with transcendental floss.'
Categories:
yogi, fun, humor, humorous, silly,
Form: Rhyme
Lorenzo Pietro Berra
was every opposition’s terror
to watch him on film
is like deja vous all over again
Categories:
yogi, humorous,
Form: Clerihew
("Night Sky Serpent", 2013, original pen and ink)
Sitting With The Wood Dragon
For over forty-five years
I’ve been meditating on and off,
Some times a lot,
Some times not at all
But as I sit this New Year’s Day
Welcoming in the Wood Dragon
I think maybe I’ve never
Actually meditated at all
Unlike riding a bicycle
Sitting observing my mind
And its thoughts today
Doesn’t feel familiar
I know what to do
But can’t remember
Ever having done it before
As if the person who did it then
Wasn’t the same as the one now
And it makes me feel like a fool
Or fake or better yet
Simply a beginner
Who sits once again
With his beginner’s mind
In the moment
A dragon
Powerful and challenging
Waiting to be tamed
(2/11/24)
Categories:
yogi, introspection, new years day,
Form: Narrative
("Lone Pine", 2024, original pen and ink with encaustic mat)
Manzanita
Manzanita
atop a slight rise
forms a natural shrine
The place a person
could place an offering
or say a prayer
The place a meditator
would sit
and become a buddha
(9/30/91)
Categories:
yogi, blessing, spiritual,
Form: Narrative
(Wind River Sunrise, 2015)
Swastika Girls
In the Valley of Swat
The Holy Ghosts of rishis dwell
After all this time
All these changes
Nothing can erase
The lingering scent
Of gnosis
(10/7/23)
Categories:
yogi, spiritual,
Form: Narrative
I want to find a Boo-Boo
for my Smokey Bear
So now that you’re aware
of this just stop your
staring at me
Please hear my plea
Next time you
talk to Yogi
ask him ‘bout a
Boo-Boo Bear for
Smokey
The forest fires burn
burn, burn, burn, burn
Keep tryin’ to contain them
but those whack-a-moles
yearn to be free
Please listen to me
Next time you
talk to Yogi
ask him ‘bout a
Boo-Boo Bear for
Smokey
Smokey needs a
Boo-Boo Bear so
when he retires
he’ll take over his work
preventing forest fires
Can’t you see?
Please hear my plea
Next time you
talk to Yogi
ask him ‘bout a
Boo-Boo Bear for
Smokey
Categories:
yogi, environment, humorous, memory,
Form: Light Verse
Yogi bear loved to rob tourists of their lunch,
raiding picnic baskets for brunch.
Always on the lookout for the park ranger,
his antics grew even stranger.
Boo-Boo routinely got caught with pilfered snacks,
being Yogi's friend had drawbacks.
Tagging along on the promise of a treat,
he served the master of deceit.
(Clerihew)
9/05/2021
Cleritoons Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Joseph May
Categories:
yogi, 10th grade, 8th grade,
Form: Clerihew
"Always go to other people's funerals, otherwise they won't come to yours."
Yogi Berra
I read it and I laughed, and each time I laughed, recognizing it for its humor.
Why would we care who or whether anyone comes to our funeral?
Unless we throw it for ourselves ahead of time.
Which I always thought was a better idea anyway
Especially if we have a disease like bone cancer,
and we know we are dying.
All of our friends could collect at the pub or the church
And say good things about us
To me this is the only reason anyone should actually to a funeral.
When the guest of honor is gone no one knows you anyway
Of course if you are from a small town it is a social gathering
Four funerals a week would not be too many for those people
It beats watching people from their porch swings
Categories:
yogi, humorous,
Form: Prose Poetry
In the circus- an unexperienced and very scared yogi,
Just walked on huge pile of the burning coals!
He cried of course, when saw his legs are smoky,
My reader! Can you to do the same? You got a ba-ls?
Categories:
yogi, art,
Form: Quatrain
it's the understanding
o noise surrounding
it on all sides
especially inside
the art of noise
is palette of colors
energetically abstract
on its canvas is beauty
a pushing through
relaxed eyes catching
the rhythm of the
piece as peace
every movement
fade into another
until it all flows as
gently as cool breeze
brushstrokes and colors
and flow and limbs
becomes a dance
of contentment
Categories:
yogi, poetry,
Form: Free verse
Yogi once said, “he hits from both sides of the plate
He’s amphibious!” that's true genius, no debate
Many great quotes
Came out of his throat
“so I’m ugly, I never saw anyone hit with his face”
Categories:
yogi, baseball,
Form: Limerick
I am the Weeping Yogi
I can, and shall bare all.
The oceans of tears.
The mountains of sadness.
The valleys deep with regret.
Peaks of insurmountable guilt.
I can, and shall bare all.
Your worries.
Your grief.
Your uncertainties.
Your assured fears.
I can, and shall bare all.
With these shoulders.
Strong, broad, trained to endure.
My sinew is like iron.
Tough, rigid, stable.
I can, and shall bare all.
Without complaint.
Without hesitation.
Without gainful intent.
Without an alternative motive.
I can, and shall bare all.
So you needn’t worry too often or too much.
Enjoy the beauty of living, and baring yourself without baring troubles as well.
Categories:
yogi, appreciation, beautiful, encouraging,
Form: Free verse
All are wide-awake
In the first phase of the night
Hedonists are awake in the second
Then the thieves appear at the site
Yogis get up fresh
In the fourth phase of it;
It is the hour when diamond pendants are set
From the overhead canopy
When gossamer clouds rest
In the space azury
Everything remains inert and sleepy
Silence engulfs the earth from end to end
Many happy dreams are conceived
Many new hopes tend
Hours are pregnant
With ideas attendant
May or may not come true;
The grayish-orange dawn waiting to bloom
Has something in its womb
Neither can we comprehend nor can we groom.
Categories:
yogi, night, time,
Form: Verse
There once was a snowman named Pipes
who liked breaking stereotypes.
He once wore a Toga
and in it did Yoga -
Hysterical folk needed wipes.
The children there stood upside down
for pleasure, and Pipes hid a frown.
“They laugh at my shape -
I’ll make them all gape
at how I amaze all the town.”
~After managing a headstand!~
Against him all kids held a grudge.
Pipes said, drinking hot chocolate fudge,
“for greater good I’ll
stay here for a while -
should teach you to think twice, not judge!”
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31/12/2017
Categories:
yogi, courage, snow, social,
Form: Limerick
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