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Pop Culture Poetry: Rebel

23 Aug

Rebel

He looks up at the sky and sees
A Star Destroyer loom
Obstructed by the smoke drifting
From his home base’s plume

Of smoke, destroyed by giant walkers
He took just one down
It cost him a co-pilot though
He recalls with a frown

The young kid who had just joined them
Excited to take on
The same life of adventure and
Excitement that had drawn

This farmboy from his desert world
Across the galaxy
To this barren and frozen world
Now riddled with debris

Of Echo Base, attacked by those
He had watched in the sky
Had it been just three years since
He wished that he could fly?

He took a moment to let go
Of everything around
As giant walkers still advanced
Continuing to pound

He recalled the old wizard’s words
Before he took the shot
That turned the tide against the foes
And a new hope had brought

“Let go” his mentor said to him
And let go he now did
Just as with his aunt and uncle
And now with this kid

Who thought he’d take them on all by
Himself and win the war
Felt like only moments later
Walker’s lasers tore

Into the speeder and the kid
Adventure at an end
Wouldn’t be the first or last
Time that he lost a friend

As he mounted into the
Cockpit of his X-Wing
There was just one new adventure
To which he did now cling

He’d had enough of laser blasts
And dog fights in deep space
Constantly evading the
Relentless Empire’s chase

Something that the wizard said
To him not long ago
Half frozen to death he saw
His old friend stand aglow

And tell him where to find a great
Warrior who would teach
The ways in which he could help all
Break free from the foe’s reach

He lifted off and sped towards
The blackness of the sky
Hoping that for everyone
The war’s end would be nigh

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Pop Culture Poetry: Scoundrel

18 Aug

Scoundrel

A pirate of
The outer rim
This rogue lives life
Out on a limb

Armed with blaster
And his pal
This scoundrel searches
Grim locale

For different ways
To make a buck
Because in debt
He is now stuck

To a big slug
Who runs a gang
If not paid back
They’ll see him hang

They’ll send the beady
Black eyed lizard
To hunt him down
Rip out his gizzard

Or maybe send
The lanky ‘bot
Who doesn’t miss
A single shot

Or worst of all
They may call in
The Mandalore
Who’s never been

Known to lose
A hunted prey
Disintegration
“Just my day!”

He touches down
On Tatooine
The dullest world
He’s ever seen

But something tells him
He’s got a feeling
Pretty soon
He will be dealing

With someone
Who’ll bail his butt
Out of his jam
With that fat Hutt

The big fur ball
Comes up behind
Say’s he just
Made a big find

An old man that
He used to know
Twenty some odd
Years ago

He needs a ride
To Alderaan
The old man’s good
It’s not a con

“Ain’t that a switch?”
The pirate thinks
A customer
With no hijinx

“Grab that table”
He tells his mate
He always likes
To make them wait

He sees the man
He’s so damn old!
That fossil must be
Growing mold

He’s with a kid
Looks like a dope
But they may be
This rogue’s new hope

As the old man
Pulls up a chair
The rogue sees something
In his robes glare

The laser sword
He used to slice
That idiot
Who paid the price

For throwing all
His weight around
“‘Bout time someone
Took him down”

The scoundrel takes
A final swig
And gets ready
For the next gig

“They better have
A ton of creds
Or that fat slug
Will have our heads”

He gets a tingle
As he strides
To the old man
But this rogue hides

His feeling that
There’s something strange
About this man
That he’ll bring change

That he’s surrounded
By a force
Which will put his
Plans back on course

He takes a seat
Beside his buddy
Hopes this deal
Won’t end up bloody

His blaster’s always
Within reach
Fully charged
One bolt each

But things go well
Old man’s legit
But before
The rogue can split

The beady eyed
Lizard shows
Reminding of
The debt he owes

He threatens to
Take the rogue’s ship
Too bad for him
In the rogue’s grip

Is his charged blaster
He never waits
The scoundrel never
Hesitates

Before the lizard
Takes a shot
The rogue shoots first
From the blind spot

He flips a coin
To the barkeep
Time to blast
Off of this heap

Hopefully
That’s the last bout
Smooth sailing
From here on out