There was a ball
Who was yellow over all.
Having three hairs
He was the one nobody cares.
He had broad dull eyes
But really he was wise.
He had his hands on his head.
‘Psyduck’ that was the word he said.
Yes he is a psyduck
But he is not .
He always had a headache
If you feel this fake,
Its because you are bot
Pokémon fan you are not.
Psyduck is the best one
With out it season 1 is no fun
He is the Pikachu of Misty
Who really feels sometime sanki.
Has the Milkyway been altered, does it
now need saved? Never mind, I’ll draw
mermaids anyway.
I wanted steady onward. Seems I’m never
heard. I need a mockingbird. Could familiars
best somewhere, somehow, still linger?
To get the sky back on track the galaxy must
be regained or has it expired, its hope past
tired? I’m stuck on the outer rim where no
answer has ever been. Join me, bring your
confusion, you will both fit right in.
Not engaged or vacant, not present or absent,
his eyes hold no malice. My eyes are filled
with need to know how we should proceed.
Pokemon have been gathered, some soft
cushy and large, and some hard little figures.
I believe what matters is the comfort he gets
from just a squeeze.
Rough challenges bounce, smacking hours
around. Tough ordeals stack fears like circles
in squares that cast their shadows unfair.
Has the Milkyway been altered? My child’s
health has faltered. Long shadowy goosebumps
are everywhere, even goosebumps mermaids
believe in and wear.
My friends are locked up in their dungeon cells
toiling on tasks the teacher compels.
I'd rather use my time to run and play.
A Pokemon did my homework today.
.
life
can
be like
pokemon
go sometimes
.
Sometimes I just
want to sit
and write a poem.
Sometimes I just
want to stand
and recite a poem.
Sometimes I just
want to walk
around the house
picking up dust and lint
and maybe writing a poem.
Sometimes I just
think writing a poem
is the most wasteful pasttime ever
and I should just join the crowd
hunting Pokemons
right outside my front door.
For years I have been thinking
If humanity could go any lower than this
Then the answer came as a thunder:
Pokémon is the beginning of abyss!
(c) Demetrios Trifiatis
31 July 2016
kids get distraction
oh I love Pokemon Go
parents get action
once I've had a Peek-at-chu
can't wait to play Poke the mom
7/30/16
Pokémon Go! please!
My life now in freeze
People are walking around playing a game
Out and about I take them all around town
Knowing that they should know far better
Even ignoring the inherent danger I pose
Maybe I should have stayed in the nintendo
Oh come on you know that I'm just a game
Now the time to look up from your phone
Ignored by many you are Aipom,
Your talent I did see,
Your ability to replicate protects my team and poison you may inflict,
Pass the torch to my beautiful bug, let her perform her dance,
Her speed shall she also increase and guard our team as well,
The torch moves yet again to you my dragon,
Your power is matchless,
If by luck you are removed,
My champ shall then arise to build himself to remove all foes,
Beware of the telepath that follows,
For his mind knows no end,
Finally, my almost immobile giant which packs power in both mind and wave.
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