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by Michael R. Burch

There is no sense of urgency
at the local Burger King.

Birds and squirrels squabble outside
for the last scraps of autumn:
remnants of buns,
goopy pulps of dill pickles,
mucousy lettuce,
sesame seeds.

Inside, the workers all move
with the same très-glamorous lethargy,
conserving their energy, one assumes,
for more pressing endeavors: concerts and proms,
pep rallies, keg parties,
reruns of Jenny McCarthy on MTV.

The manager, as usual, is on the phone,
talking to her boyfriend.
She gently smiles,
brushing back wisps of insouciant hair,
ready for the cover of Glamour or Vogue.

Through her filmy white blouse
an indiscreet strap
suspends a lace cup
through which somehow the ****** still shows.
Progress, we guess, ...

and wait patiently in line,
hoping the Pokémons hold out.

NOTE: This poem is almost entirely fiction. There was a Pokemon craze when my son Jeremy was a little boy, and I did see birds and squirrels foraging in parking lots from time to time (and sometimes fed them myself from my car’s window), but everything else is fiction. On the rare occasions that I went to a Burger King, I would go through the drive-in, so I wouldn’t have known who the manager was, or how much time he/she spent on the phone. I think the poem probably started with the image of birds and squirrels squabbling for scraps of food in a parking lot as I waited in a line of slow-moving cars, then evolved as I imagined the hassle of going inside to “speed things up.” Keywords/Tags: America, Americana, American, culture, society, vanity, youth, progress, fast food, video games, Pokemon, MTV, music videos, glamour, models, supermodels, fashion, transparency, see-through, bra, breast, *******
Eli Apr 23
When I sleep,
And lose the wish to wake,
Take me down with your Precipice Blades.

It's super effective,
Because I am electric,
With negative energy when times are hectic.

I don't know where to ******* spill it.
Abish Apr 15
Her hair is like gold, pulled back yet hidden.
Although naive and childlike, she’s committed
When her friends are threatened by the villain.
With her psychic powers, she heals the wounded
With the same powers, she reads their feelings
Traveling with her six friends, she goes to
find red. Riding Dody, her search taking
her through all the city’s, routes and towns too.
The elite four she must fight, Lance,
Agatha, Bruno, and Loralie complicate
Her plans. After meeting Blain nows her chance.
To Cerise Island, where battles await.
The final fight between Lance and Yellow,
Ends with Yellows victorious echo.
this poem is based on my favorite Manga character. Her name is Amarillo Del Bosque Verde but goes by Yellow Caballero.
Alan Marmur Mar 18
TRIUMPH hands move in unison. T pose block the way, Sudowoodo. No obviously you can't walk around. Suddenly, a motivational speaker drops out of the sky.

Yo Yo Yo

Don't stunt your growth with artificial barriers and them motherf*ckkin trees throwin' shade. Get out yo razor blade. These barriers only exist within the confines of the game. You my son are not in a game, this is real life bro. There is no way of knowing where you will go...
Ken Pepiton Mar 2
find the answer, never despair, hold hope habitual


rright use learn of love of life
like cloned Poke'mons
in the movie, but rreal

first gentled by a feminine manifestion of Solomon's Jah,

that one. God. Wisdom is her domain, patience
does all her handiwork and
cares for her children,
in time.
Just in time,
each stitch,

each twist of the sweet grass, first lesson learned by
maids and lads alike,
braiding sweetgrass to tie us to the will to be a we,

I call you not servants,
but friends.

There was a wise man who saved a city, the equivalent

of saving civilisation,
these days;
and no one nor anybody knew his name,

only that he had made the peace.

"to manifest many sons, he said. I am one of them."
A me heresy, mocking a friend who warned me of not being ready for the end of time.
Not mocking, paying clown honor to one who missed the joke for lack of knowing even Pikachu, in a Poke'mon battle.
What a time to be
Alive and

The fount is flooded
A treasure trove of
Information only a click away

But with so many
Rolling in their graves
These days

Is it any wonder
You don't sleep
At night?

No use in a special gift
When your drowning and
All you need is a life saver
Am I Right?
kerri Aug 2019
Alone -
The ghost candle Pokemon (Litwick);
Cold -
The abandoned house (in which he lived);
Dim -
The small fire on his head;
Afraid -
The trainers and their Pokemon;
Hopeless -
The candle Pokemon;

Curious -
The electric mouse Pokemon (Pikachu);
Creaky -
The stairs in the house;
Dusty -
Every inch of the house;
Hiding -
The candle Pokemon;
Friendly -
The mouse Pokemon;

Surrounded -
The candle Pokemon;
Warm -
The feeling of a quick friendship;
Bright -
The smiles on their faces;
Brave -
The mouse Pokemon;
Hopeful -
The candle Pokemon;
Written around 2014.
Olivia Daniels Jul 2019
People are like Pokemon
and I'm the trainer.
This time it's my story
being played by 7.8 billion people

I appear to have broken
a max repel in my backpack
and everyone keeps
leaving, fleeing or disappearing

I guess I'll catch the few
that stick around anyways
*This poem has been claimed by Nintendo for copyright*
*We're sorry for any inconvenience"
Ceyhun Mahi Nov 2018
Let's go to Sabrina's gym,
When city lights are bright,
At there, who're never dim,
At the peak of the night.

Let's see the starry skies,
While trainers battle hard,
With fire in their eyes,
Desires in their hearts.

Some shady figures – oh!
Dressed in black, I see,
Around the city and Silph-co,
Who might they be?


Let's go to Saffron City!
Where magic does happen,
Along this happy ditty,
With hope, and faith and passion!
A song I've written on seeing the trailer of Pokémon Let's Go Pikachu & Eevee. I'm looking forward to these games!
RN Nov 2018
I choose you like my favorite Pokemon
Baby, I will give you even the sun and moon
I will love you from morning to noon
Please Just don't leave me too soon

Don't worry darling, it's my choice
My heart! Yes, my heart is still yours
With all these noises, all I hear is your voice
I'm not playing around, like most of these boys

I'm sorry, my heart still chooses you
For hoping that you can love me too
It's fine with me being your number two
I can't just afford to lose you
Rhymes in my Mind
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