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Àŧùl Oct 2016
Pikachu is not totally fiction after all,
There's this cute rodent called Pika,
This Pika is Pikachu's inspiration,
Found in the foothills of Sikkim,
But the scientists think it's new,
Pika is one tiny Indian rodent,
Its standing posture, its ears,
Have been the inspiration,
Not just now but for long,
Since antiquity it's there,
Only now got discovered.
HP Poem #1164
©Atul Kaushal
O, pluma kong kay rikit
siyang saksi sa'king hirap at sakit
siyang sumpungan sa paghihinagpis
kaibigang kung dumamay ay walang mintis

Sayo'ng piling akong aluin
sama ng loob ko'y hilumin
mga duda't alilangan ko'y pawiin
pag-iimbot ko'y tulungang palipasin

O, plumang mapagtiis
patawad sa aking pag-alis
Mga mata'y kailangan imulat
Isipan ko'y magpapahinga muna sa lahat

Aking kaibigan
aking natuklasan
bawat tinta'ng iyong iniluluha
tila ay isa ring pika

Mga salitang aking isinusulat
ay tila pika na nahambuhay na nakamarka
sa isang pirasong papel
ginugunita, inaalala bawat kasawian

bawat hinagpis at pagpupuyos ng kalooban
mgapikang nagpapaalala, muli't muling sumusugat
sa puso't isipang gustong makalimot
kaya't ika'y kailangang iwanan, aking kaibigan

masakit man sa kalooban
ngunit, marami akong gustong kalimutan
sa'king patuloy na pagsulat
sa muli't muling pagbuklat ng mga aklat

ako'y tila muling buamabalik
sa mga panahong puno ng hinagpis at pasakit
kaya ika'y iiwan
pagkakaibiga'y kalilimutan

paalam aking munting pluma
salamat sa pagdamay at sa magagandang gunita
kay bigat ng aking damdamin
sa paglipas ng panahon ako sana'y iyong magawang patawarin
Pikachu Oct 2015
Yellow and furry and super cute too,
I like ketchup on fries or in stew,
Have you geussed hwo I am? I'm Pikachu!
You know hwo's gonna like this poem?Pika you!
She wore a smile like a scented candle. It was warm and comforting but… too easy to extinguish. This other girl existed on one end of a knotted piece of string suspended between 2 tin cans… It was hard to reach her, and when you did, her tongue seemed as knotted as the string.

But on days where these two can’t seem to stop smiling. When their bow tie tongues make phone calls sound like miracles… we say things like..

Don’t jinx it.


When underdogs bark like poodles but bite like alpha wolves. when the up-and-coming upstarts undercut higher overseers. At the risk of burning too quickly or too brightly, we say…

Don’t jinx it.


When the meek and the naive achieve more than we perceive.

When we dream on Christmas eve of what we may receive.

When we say things like ‘We’ve been through worse… she won't leave’.

we say…

Don’t jinx it.



The human condition demands so much caution and fear, we shed tears and rub our eyes till all we can see is the least of what we can be and we… live like slaves to the thing that stole our confidence away… ourselves. Somewhere down the line or self belief was found K.I.A so when we try something new, we’re already D.O.A.

So when we play pika-boo with our power, appear like a shower of rain in a desert when you’d already chosen dehydration as your only way out, we dare to tell ourselves, don’t jinx it.



Ladies and gents, boys and girls, you don’t have to rule the world. You don’t have to cure a disease or discover new species or banish hatred from the hearts of man or travel the and experience sights and scenes that only in your wildest dreams did you think you’d see. You don’t have to do a single thing!

But you can do anything.

When Martin Luther King said Let freedom ring, he didn’t fear jinxing a single thing.

And when the Beatles sang love is all you need they weren’t deceived by the forethought that their song wouldn’t be well received. They believed that they could plant the seed that would lead  this musical scene into places unseen.

They believed that all you need is love. That they had the stuff to turn lyrics into legends. They wrote songs so deeply entrenched into our musical history... you’d need a yellow submarine to find them all and… they didn’t care about what they jinxed along the way.

They held their hearts like David held his sling when Goliath told him he was too small, and so should we all, we should stand taller than our legs can and every man or woman who said you can’t you, you shouldn’t will fall! Fall silent like when the voices in your head are all in agreement and are screaming yes!



Confidence is a bag of marbles with a hole in it. You’ve got to think back to where you’ve been to find it again. But whether you’re happy with your marbles, still looking for those you’ve lost or if you lost them entirely… we can share. We’ll stir sweet smiles into your coffee, stitch compliments into your clothes and we’ll garnish every plate and bowl with the untold hope that you’ll believe in yourself.

Like I believe you. Because I do believe in you… and I won't jinx it.
Exosphere Apr 2021
in ten thousand years
our descendants will study a strange people
who worshipped Mew and Arceus
they will study the seventh millennium war
fought between the two sects over who came first,
who was most powerful
Arceus, god of the universe
or Mew, the first being, who beget Arceus
they will read about a third sect
who hid from persecution from both
the worshippers of Pika,
the mouse goddess of lightning

the Pokelogic cosmology
will be a fairly obscure niche of study
our ten thousand year descendants will overwhelmingly be worshippers of
the ancient goddess Tik
and her consort Tok
Mateuš Conrad Sep 2021
the things we do... on the sly... spontaneously...
out of the "blue"... like... eating a hard-boiled egg...
while meditating the moon...
listening to O θεoς ηλθoσαν εθνη...
a song of lament concerning
the fall of Constantinople and the rise
of Istanbul...
maybe the city allowed better
caretakers? maybe the Venetians wouldn't
sack!
who knows!
of all the Muslims... the Turks i appreciate
the most... no better barbers in
the world... or prostitutes... PERIOD...
but all this bemoaning...
no monks will be singing about
how "my" people lost the authority
over Lviv (Lwów)...
if travelling by car across Germany
and reaching the ****** border...
you'll still see names of certain towns
in two languages:
Breslau for Wrocław... (vrotswav)
Posen for Poznań...
Stettin for Szczeciń...
hey... i can make a few letters
"disappear"... Щećιń
         the Germans make it plain that
they bemoan their losses...
they don't sing about it...
but it's plain: odiously obvious...
i'm so close to the people
of the western canon:
western secular "christianity"...
yet so far away...
not of the crusader folk...
oh but we entertained a crusade
against the heathen Lithuanians...
we joined forces with them...
odd... "my" history: transcribed into
Ing-Leash...
while i debate myself whether...
curry... is the most superior of all
possible dishes.... known to man...
i still think the best name for
a capital is: War-Saw...
it simply is...
          i'm milking the efforts of my
predecessors...
only a few people managed to
sack Moscow...
the Mongols & the Polacks...
how... why? history... erasure...
that's why i'm eating a hard-boiled egg
and meditating on the moon...
it's not like i'm going "there":
to prove a hyped-up advancement in
the stress of competition with
the Russians...
    i'm young... only 35...
but i have a mind that's... 72...
and not riddled by Alzheimer's...
i'm tired yet energetic...
i think that lies have exhausted me...
or the little pockets of fiction
people tend to speak to
elevate their life...
   we can be two-dimensional if you'd like...
i'm tired of all the pretentiousness...
the joyless MACABRE of telling
TALL tales...
a lie has short legs...
so i've been told...
   looking at the rest of Europe...
there's that anglosphere band of brothers...
the southern PIGS...
         always an issue...
the Jews left for Israel and here... are the replacements...
i'm tired... i'm so tired i welcome dying alone...
i imagine stabbing myself
in the proper places... aiming at the arteries...
why wouldn't you?
the Scandinavians are some other barrel of herrings...
while there's still the distrust for...
the Warsaw pact crew...
some that have joined... NATO...
i don't care... but this is how the world
presents itself... i'm only regurgitating it's...
focus...
somehow... a sensation of...
time well consecrated... past...
the only joy that solves this "predicament"
is best associated with making one's
own wine... the gurgling, almost giggling
sound associated with the "pika"
of the valves while the yeast come across
as living...
while some are allowed their history
others are lauded with screeching sounds
of amnesia... forgetfulness...
           it's truly impossible to keep up
to date with what's the currency of: the current...
modern, secular... post-Christianity...
prior to? the American made:
fear mongering: Salem trials etc.
it's not like Christianity ever had a cosmopolitan
attitude to force...
             everything is so: dislodged...
hanging on a thread of Damocles' sword...
the guillotine is about the drop...
so is the curtain: the masquerade is about to begin...
yet... i'm a relatively young man
in his prime: writing like i'm on my deathbed...
if the ethnic conundrum reaches
fever pitch over here in: England...
i'll know where to go..
it won't be a surprise: even for myself...
can you blame me for not...
ahem... "enjoying" the... ha... ha...
ahem ha... "narrative"?
i seem to have suffocated on some
racist phlegm...
sorry... who's psychopathic who's who?
on the Faroe Isles they still slaughter
those... Walruses & whales...
Loon-don: of all places...
the whole world seemingly congregates...
for what?!      für was?!

alle das ist vorbei: ist alles vorbei!

to reiterate...
i'll eat a hard-boiled egg while meditating
the moon...
i'll abhor music made by a dawid... Bovie...
because i can...
the things we do..
i like this quote... most...
some people never go mad...
what horrible lives they must lead.......
that they do...

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