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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

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Pop Culture Poetry: Firewalker

17 Aug

*Companion Piece to “Familiar Blue”

Firewalker

Breathe in
Breathe out
My thoughts fill with doubt

The tormented conscience
The whispering fear
Scored by the fire
I still feel its sear

Breathe in
Breathe out
Pain still burns throughout

Flashes of brothers
Of all those held dear
Burn like the river
That skinned me last year

Breathe in
Breathe out
I am now the drought

The emptiness in
This gleaming black suit
Voice and expression
Forever now mute

Breathe in
Breathe out
Was this the best route?

Was I too rash?
Or rather, was he?
That young boy no longer
Feels a part of me

Breathe in
Breathe out
These steel legs are stout

They hurt where they stab
Into severed stumps
But now when I walk
Beneath the ground thumps

Breathe in
Breathe out
This mask gives me clout

I no longer see horror
Now I see dread
They cower in worship
Through these eyes of red

Breathe in
Breathe out
These weaklings I flout

None of them could have
Survived my baptism
I now stand apart
I am my own schism

Breathe in
Breathe out
To me they’ll devout

A symbol of warning
Of intolerance
The mere mention of
My name now prevents

Breathe in
Breathe out
I burn off the sprout

The memory of him
The one who betrayed
The one who forged me
With his own blade

Breathe in
Breathe out
My hatred will tout

I’ll find him one day
I’ll never relent
I’ll never forget
His distinctive scent

Breathe in
Breathe out
I burn off the doubt

That he’s dead already
He must have survived!
Of my revenge
I won’t be deprived

Breathe in
Breathe out
Breathe in
Breathe out

Pop Culture Poetry: Familiar Blue

16 Aug

*Selected as Poem of the Day on the UK Poetry Forum: http://www.thepoetryforum.co.uk/showthread.php?t=21127

Familiar Blue

Twin suns beat down
As I make my way
To see your boy
To make sure he’s okay

You’ve been gone so long
But you’re with me still
Kind of blame myself
Think I always will

It’s what keeps me going
After all of these years
After all the regret
After all of the tears

I remind myself
It wasn’t you on that shore
Try to recall the man
That you were before

Hero with no fear
My brother, my friend
But the more I remember
The more I descend

Broken down
And all alone
Tired mind
And tired bones

So I walk the Wastes
But I walk so slow
Afraid I’ll fade away
Before it’s time to go

But when I see his eyes
That familiar blue
I see a new hope
to make it up to you

Another chance
To make it all okay
It’s what keeps me going
From day to day

So I’ll keep waiting
Till the time is right
When the darkness falls
To the blinding light

Till the day the force
Brings him in
To be the man
You could have been