May the Haiku be with You

Last night we took Beck to see Star Wars I, or IV (or was it VII?). It was the latest one, anyway, where they blow up the big planet-destroying, star of death. I think it was titled, “New Hope for a Big Explosion.” Or, “Search for the Phantom Jedi Tribbles.” Or, “Darth’s Revenge, This Time it’s Personal.” Something like that.

After the movie, like most of you, I naturally thought to commemorate the occasion by writing some haiku (Japanese poetry). So, while I’m waiting to read yours, here are a few of mine.

Please note, I have never written any poetry before, much less haiku. My formal training is limited to extensive inspections of toilet stalls. However, I understand it follows very strict rules (nothing at all like the limericks of which we are all so fond).

1. It must be exactly three lines (don’t ask me why).
2. The first and third line must contain five syllables, no more, no less (there’s probably a good reason).
3. The second line must contain seven syllables (obviously).

So, here goes. Yes, this is what keeps me up at night. This, and world peace. And chocolate:

Lonely Skywalker,
Always looking to the sky,
Do. There is no try.

Love this new movie,
Go ahead, Luke, make my day,
Inconceivable!

Death Star exploded,
This time it’s even bigger,
Oops. Try, try again.

White plastic armor,
Fashionable uniform,
Can’t stop a damn thing.

Rebels are winning,
Except when they are losing,
Three films should do it.

If you strike me down,
I become more powerful,
Oh hell, I just died.

Smuggled some cargo,
Kessel run in 12 parsecs,
‘course, I’ll pay you back.

Sweet princess Leia,
Love what you did with your hair,
Is that your Wookie?

The films keep coming,
How many more will there be?
It started with three.

And a few more drawings from the late seventies. Sorry, I digress…