Yogi Poems - Poems about Yogi

Lorenzo Pietro Berra was every opposition’s terror to watch him on film is like deja vous all over again ...

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Oh, Jellystone Park, where echoes reside, In the whispers of trees and the brook's gentle glide. A haven of mischief, of laughter, of cheer, Where two famous bears roam year after year. Yogi, the leader, so quick with a plan, A bear of bold wit, a most cunning fan. With his tie so dapper, his hat tilted just so, A schemer of...

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("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...

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("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)...

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(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)...

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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...

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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...

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"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...

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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?...

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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...

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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”...

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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...

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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...

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Can I simply, start again? Its been a thousand years tonight I could have had this done before Found out between the echoed fears I have a lawless streak in me Please Wake me from this lucid dream Release this faulty prophesy That says Im no good for this team Redemption lies inside of me To find the very best of me Thats why i...

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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.” ...

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