"lightsabers" poems
Lightsabers and blasters
Jedi and Sith
Snow Speeders and AT-AT's
CURSE YOU REBEL ****
Let's blow up the Death Star!
Dagoba awaits!
Use the force Luke
There... is... another...
Leah...
LEAH????
Ewwwwww she kissed him!
No. I. Am your father!
Whaaaaaaaat!?
Never tell me the odds!
Mar 1, 2014
Mar 1, 2014 at 5:44 PM UTC
Maybe the reason why I haven't watched Star Wars yet is not because I'm uninterested to start watching it, but because I'm waiting for someone to watch it with. Maybe a Star Wars geek, particularly.
And he'd tell me jokes with a Star Wars reference and at first I'd blankly look at him, but after watching I'd laugh with him.
Maybe we'd get lightsabers and play with it together.
Maybe, just maybe.
Jan 11, 2015
Jan 11, 2015 at 9:33 AM UTC
who the hell doesn’t want to be a Jedi
seriously you can control the force and **** siting
on you couch playing cod all you want is the Mt due in the fridge an don't want to get up
force that **** over to you
like really come on you think this stuff is for nerds
no its not don’t think for one seconded that you didn’t liked something nerdy
hid it from your friends *** they thought it wasn’t cool because you have
you may not remember but you did.
there had to be a moment were you wanted to be a Jedi or join the rebellion or even the empire.
But now you all act to cool for ****
why not go back to you child hood and remember how much fun you had
playing lightsabers, wands and Nurf stuff
also when you came upon an automatic door an acted that you used the force on it
am I right or am I just a fool
I know every generation had their wish to be’s.
Maybe you weren’t a WARS fan
maybe you were a Treckie
or one for the Doctor and his big blue box
or a Wizard with an owl
but at least once in your life you were a nerd
or a fanboy or a fangirl over what you saw as the coolest thing.
Now once again who da hell wishes they were a fracking Jedi,
star fleet officer, a companion of the Doctor or even a student of Hogwarts
Raise yo hand now.
Jan 28, 2014
Jan 28, 2014 at 9:28 PM UTC
When you hear the opening credits
And you hear the audiences reply
Some softly sigh
To fill that void
To see the lightsabers flash
It glow soaring through the air
The sound of a blaster
Filling the galaxy
A planet imploding
In one quick blast
Crying to see your favorite character die
It's amazing
And I love to see
The millennium falcon fly
May 4, 2017
May 4, 2017 at 10:20 AM UTC
You are not my sunshine.
You are my whole sun
In all it’s ****** glory.
Oct 31, 2015
Oct 31, 2015 at 11:15 PM UTC
My father's father was never the best sort of person. Once
He gave me a necklace. It was a pink crystal
On a single black cord. I never liked it much,
And cannot say why I wore it, but I can still see
His thin frame, sick even then, with that white
Surprise of hair shooting out like a cloud from his head,
Aged eyes hidden by dark glasses (the refusal to grow old),
Folding in half to sit next to me on the robin's blue eggshell
Porch, and me rubbing my feet still against the concrete steps
As my brothers dueled with lightsabers across the dead July grass.
I can only grasp at the few other things that I remember about him-
The smell of cigarettes & alcohol clinging to the walls of the guest bedroom;
His sunken face (soul gone for hours yet);
and the oxygen machine into which he breathed his last. His funeral
was a circle of strangers, standing
Somewhere out in the woods around his jar of ashes.
Someone, probably my father, played a song on his guitar,
Bittersweet notes echoing and echoing through the September of the trees.
It's a song we sing at camp, in the summertime,
And by the time its last note is just a whisper,
I excuse myself and slip away to look up at the stars and because
I can still feel my own life force fading into the night, like his ashes-
The last fragments of a shattered life,
Left to the mercy of the northern wind.
Sep 30, 2011
Sep 30, 2011 at 11:31 PM UTC
Like cigarette burnt to the stub,
Like an empty bottle of Jack,
Kinda the way it's been.
Like reruns of Seinfeld on a Saturday
1a.m. slot.
And nobody notices, yeah my days
Have been like that.
Like bloggers on a subject like
Star Wars and little
Pimple faced teens arguing lightsabers....
Pertinent subjects have lost
Their way out of my life.
There is a whole lot of nothing,
But like cigarettes burnt to the stub and
An empty bottle of Jack,
Like days fading on a memory card
With 300 pictures,
And the ashes that get swept
Just this side of the puke
Of the armchair.
Jan 4, 2016
Jan 4, 2016 at 7:28 PM UTC
Hey, hey
It’s Star Wars day.
Gather around.
The rebellion needs you.
Yoda’s here to teach,
Obi wan, to show the way.
Now it’s Luke, stepping up
What an exciting, adventurous day.
Lightsabers and blasters are good to have,
When the stormtroopers come around.
It’s over Anakin,
I have the higher ground.
May 4, 2019
May 4, 2019 at 12:09 PM UTC
We in South Florida pride ourselves on getting hit by hurricanes. We take photos of how bad it is and post it on Instagram with appropriate doomsday event hashtagging.
Riding these things out is like riding a bike.
If you can shop for Black Friday and Christmas every year, you can shop for this. Take pride in your water divination skills and line-standing endurance feats. We are the state of Disneyworld ride lines that wrap around corners in swamp heat, and lines of red light bumper lights on i-95 Monday through Friday: this is another day in the office!
Putting up shutters is like putting up Christmas decorations: we get creative
Like today, we wedged pink and blue floatation noodles against the frames of the windows in arcs resembling a post-storm rainbow. My 2 year old daughter said it was beautiful.
One day of this is someone else's seven months of winter. Remember, people evacuate to here annually! So do not feel bad for fleeing north to them.
The news keeps saying stay calm as they embellish how dangerous this storm ride is going to be like some death stunt on a David Blaine TV special. He went underwater in "Drowned Alive": he didn't drown. He got buried underground: he rose from it. Per the broadcasted hype, the payoff is we won't die!
Here's some good news: you can leave what's out of reach and in the sky to the heavens, and what's in your mind to the steps you took on the ground below: all doors closed, stuff unplugged, things that resemble missiles stashed in closets, flashlights ready like lightsabers to battle this named foe from above. It will hit the worried and unworried just the same, revealing the gas station line cutters from the people who help you with shutters; the faith from the fear of those who choose to pray; the human heart and its varying sizes as it beats faster with the darkening of the sky.
At least we aren't trees: they cannot hide from this revealing event. See how they all remain serene up until the second the wind arrives, leaves rattled only then, roots of varying depths being that which holds them together
either they bend with grace or they break.
Sep 8, 2017
Sep 8, 2017 at 8:23 PM UTC
Force visions like a dream
Knighted awakenings through Jedi conquest
Council round tables that serve to protect
Though some minds are subject
To be manipulated and left to resort
To darker prospects
Discourse of a Sith
Internal infection
Darth plagues that cover the brave
Leaving their lightsabers broken
As they bow their heads in shame
Their wills of light, unspoken
The Force is strong
It's our choice to be the one
That it belongs.
Dec 22, 2019
Dec 22, 2019 at 8:07 PM UTC
I live in the first century of the clone wars
most morning we’d wake up swiping up.
the new papers don’t arrive no more
because the news pours out of various device
interrupting morning thoughts, selling
us products to own more.
we think sophisticatedly but stay
closed off.
happy to be clones, to be sold love.
living vicariously through actors, models
or influencers who show more.
we think they are intelligent, they brave enough
assuming they know more.
consider the singular ways we live
consumed by our individualism, our greed.
consider the trees
and the many people who
puff this **** to cope on.
each year, iPhones get expensive
while screen light darkens the truth.
I rarely write with a pen if i don't have autocorrect
but I am a graduate, a grown up.
I am reconciling with this spell
from upon which i proceed
but this war still goes on.
imagine we find each other, then construct
mutual peace instead of flashing lightsabers
because we are so tough.
imagine we say our piece
while pinning respect on our sleeves,
then step out the street to hold hands.
its only the first century of this clone war
yet we are exhausted, from everyone
being so right and i wonder if we ever
gon slow down.
Jan 24, 2021
Jan 24, 2021 at 11:33 PM UTC
I see you sitting there with a thumb in your mouth
and you wonder why the words wont come out.
The kid's too stout - he's too proud - too loud.
The type to carry around a pouch of sauerkraut
then pout when everything tastes south. Outstanding!
He's damming the river to prevent the peasants from swimming,
and doesn't realize the only thing keeping him afloat is down below.
Hello? Turn them sky highs into clout, boy- make it snow!
Lord of the purple prose - (what does he mean) who knows?
Not me - I'm too busy dwindling the last of the rations;
irrationally casting matches at a long list of parched cabins.
How can you expect me to feed in an orderly fashion?
I didn't reach the top link to eat without sending a message.
Savage patch kid wielding lightsabers for utensils -
We're a rare breed bred into existence to resist all that is vintage.
Equipped with shark fangs and griffon wings,
we're here to free the underlings from redundent sufferings.
Please excuse the reign, it follows me wherever I go
like a little lost dog caught up under my toe,
gravitating towards my end-all deathblow.
Dec 21, 2016
Dec 21, 2016 at 1:25 AM UTC
with every breath you take you inhale a part of my soul
atoms lifting off my face through your windpipe in layers shed like graphite
dyson vacuums are amateurs compared to you
**** me off
black holes don't **** like you do
who ever wants a brainfreeze keep ******* cause you got nothing on her
i get turned on and then you **** me off
i give your oral presentation a B-
the breeze on my pole liberates all tension
i am ***** as buildings have balconies
i am ***** as kites catch wind
i am ***** as pens drip fine, bold, rich ink from their well crafted, metallic, ornamental tips
i bust all my bad habits on to you, you make sure they never hang around too long, not to get affixed ...just a taste satisfies
you go as deep as the magnificent swimmers of the ocean
you go as deep as lightsabers do through rebel ****
you go as deep as words cut the pillars fortifying self esteem monuments
nice.
Apr 18, 2019
Apr 18, 2019 at 1:14 AM UTC
When you hear the opening credits
And you hear the audiences reply
Some softly sigh
To fill that void
To see the lightsabers flash
It glow soaring through the air
The sound of a blaster
Filling the galaxy
A planet imploding
In one quick blast
Crying to see your favorite character die
It's amazing
And I love to see
The millennium falcon fly
May 4, 2017
May 4, 2017 at 10:20 AM UTC
I see letters float before my eyes, form words when I struggle to get them out
Little and a lot, millions of worlds form in my mind
Worlds with knights and dragons, ones with spaceships and lightsabers
And those where a hand reaches out to meet mine
I dare not shut my eyes, even as torpor sets in to counsel
A mosaic of bittersweet memories decorate my delirious porch
Heat courses through my blood, away from my heart
The sweat on my forehead feels like a familiar touch
My fantasies are real as long as I endure this stupor
Imagined reality is what I should live for
Love for
Because there, we're together.
Mar 10, 2019
Mar 10, 2019 at 1:15 AM UTC