Excerpts From the Book of Pockets

Today’s post is all about Pokémon!  I know they’re technically not the yokai, but they’re still Japanese monster, and a handful of Pokémon are actually based of Japanese folklore.  This collection of short poems was actually published in my school’s literary magazine!

Hope you like them!

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Basking in sunlight,

A child receives its filling

While it holds a seed.

It will bloom eventually.

Bulbasaur

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On a rocky hill,

The embers of life burn on

A lizard’s tail-tip.

Only rain will snuff the pride.

Charmander

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A blue firefighter

Pushes water through five holes.

Grass is irritating,

But fires make an easy duel.

Squirtle

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In a spring day’s noon,

A sole leaf swallows sunlight

And breathes out fresh air,

Sweetness enters the nostrils.

Chikorita

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That mouse over there,

Those red sores must be painful.

Bring it to a vet–

Ah! It’s probably just scared.

Cyndaquil

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A small crocodile

Bites its friend by the lake.

Just a playful nip;

A broken arm is produced.

Totodile

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A boy climbs a tree

With claws stuffed in its green hands,

And gazes at groves

That will become its kingdom.

Treecko

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Babies with hot downs

Walk behind their tall mothers

Because their thin feet

Need time to grow in their strength.

Torchic

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A small, cornered fish

Will puff out its orange cheeks,

And force a boulder

To fly in ten directions.

Mudkip

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In an old forest,

A turtle sips from a lake.

The sprout is healthy.

It’s a sign that world will grow.

Turtwig

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An adventurer

Is a young boy with a fire

That never burns out

Even during a downpour.

Chimchar

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Honor is a child

That stumbles in its small strut

But declines a hand

For the crown fixed near its eyes.

Piplup

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On a spring morning,

The snake with the regal heart

Hungrily calls the sun

To fill its expectations.

Snivy

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The excited flames

Emerging from a pig’s snout

Stop for a moment.

Three crackling logs fill the air.

Tepig

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On a calm river,

A small warrior breaks fruit

On the same scallop

It dreams slaying demons with.

Oshawott

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The king and his mate

Share an affectionate gaze.

Kingdoms can’t compare

To a gift given freely.

Nidoking

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A little brown fox

Finds itself in the middle

Of four circling forks.

They all lead to the future.

Eevee

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In the mountain woods,

A bear consumes its seconds;

Then its thirds and fourths.

Then it devours its own dreams.

Snorlax

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Abomination

Is just an imparted word.

A birth in a tube

Is still a birth nonetheless.

Mewtwo

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Mary’s little lamb;

Its fleece is fat with yellow.

Mary rubbed her lamb.

Ah!  The wool is full of bees.

Mareep

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To my left, I see

Those biographies just penned.

To my right,

I see
Your new portion forthcoming

Xatu

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A manta breaches,

Jumping out with swordfish speed,

And swims in the sky.

Elephants may laugh at that.

Mantine

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When it floats along,

The entire floor is shadowed.

When it goes for air,

The showers become intense.

Wailord

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I can hear, I can hear,

My line of notes, My line of notes,

Flying from, Flying from,

Another mouth, Another mouth.

Chatot

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On a moonlit meadow,

A sleeping monkey is pushed

By a gentle breeze,

And, with the grass, gently sways.

Darumaka

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In an ancient ruin,

The thing that never decays

Is the sweet flavor

Of gold lumps made for a pharaoh.

Cofagrigus

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On the forest floor,

An urchin chews on the seeds

Of a chestnut tree

While its hair becomes sharper.

Chespin

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On an ancient pond

The sun reflects on the surface

Of the same bubbles

Perfect for making a coat.

Froakie

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As the blue doe walks

Within the ancient forest,

Colorful poems

Grow from the soil near its toes.

Xerneas

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