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Pop Culture Poetry: Knight

24 Aug

Knight

He looks up at the sky and sees
No ships above do fly
He looks around his old home world
And feels how hot and dry

The air still is, but what he hears
Is what surprises most
Not a single sound emerges
From dune’s coast to coast

A soft and faint wind tugs at his
Hood pulled over his head
Possibly warning him of
A sand storm up ahead

It quickly fades and then again
It’s absolutely still
He looks up and remembers when
He wished life was a thrill

He wanted adventure and that’s
Exactly what he got
But no matter where he went
On thing was not forgot

The calm and peaceful world where he
Grew up not long ago
He’d always been so restless here
Since life had been so slow

But now that life was speeding by
With no time to reflect
He’d take a moment to recall
His home and pay respect

That was one of the lessons
His new mentor had taught
A chaotic, busy mind
Will leave you just distraught

Calm your mind, let go of things
And be at one with here
So the knight now closed his eyes
And looked on with his ear

He heard the whirring of his droid
And shuffling of feet
Of the golden translator
Trying to flee the heat

In the distance, Sandcrawler
And further still, the raiders
He hoped they headed different ways
For sake of the traders

Beyond that, the palace where
His scoundrel friend was kept
They waited a whole year to strike
While his rogue friend had slept

And even further still, he heard
An unfamiliar voice
“Now go, my son” the gentle man
Said as he did rejoice

The knight opened his eyes and took
A final look around
He cleared his mind again and then
He knelt down to the ground

Beside his little droid and gave
Instructions for his plan
He placed his weapon in the droid
Who he trusted more than

The golden one, who made his way
Back over to his master
Although he meant well, the knight knew
Things would end in disaster

If he was appraised of what
The knight had plotted out
He put a finger to his lips
And little droid did shout

With beeps and whistles confirming
Of what he had to do
“Do what?” golden droid did ask
Wishing that he knew

“Just deliver a message
For me” the knight did say
And so the two droids ventured out
And left the knight to stay

Behind to look up at the sky
And be grateful to see
No Destroyers or dog fights
Above the hot dune sea

Just stillness surrounding him
The kind he once did dread
The kind he hoped to have again
In all his days ahead

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

Pop Culture Poetry: Farmboy

22 Aug

Farmboy

He looks up at the sky and sees
A pair of ships above
Usually his backward world
Is very devoid of

Anything exciting, anything
That’s interesting
You don’t usually see a Star
Destroyer or X-Wing

Soaring through the skies of this
Deserted, dried up ball
Life’s so boring it feels like
It’s moving at a crawl

But his heart races as he sees
The two ships above soar
He stops to watch and forgets of
His Uncle’s assigned chore

Everything can wait, he thinks
He wants to take it in
His excited youthful eyes wonder
Where these two ships have been

Probably across the whole
Galaxy at least twice
He looks down at the sandy ground and thinks
“It would be nice

To fly around in a space ship
And walk across the sky
To see another world that wasn’t
So hot and so dry”

He gets a sudden rush and thinks
“My friends have to see this!”
They’re just as bored as he is and
This battle they can’t miss

He jumps into his speeder and
He races off to find
His friends who are also on this
Hot desert world confined

“One day,” he thinks to himself
“I’ll find a way up there
I’ll walk across the sky while everyone
Down here will stare”

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