Hello everyone! Well anyone really. I was working on this tonight and thought it might be a nice blog entry.

Well for school this quarter we had to do a poetry project and pick a theme for all these poems. Of couse I picked our wonderful Star Wars. We had to write seven different kinds of poems so here goes!
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FREE VERSE:

The Force is a delicate thing.
How will you use it?
Will it be for the good of the light?
Jedi shall not know love.
Jedi shall not know hate.
Jedi shall not know anger.
There is no emotion, there is peace.
There is no ignorance, there is knowledge.
There is no passion, there is serenity.
There is no chaos, there is harmony.
There is no death, there is the Force.
Or will you use it for the darkness of the night?
Peace is a lie, there is only passion.
Through passion, I gain strength.
Through strength, I gain power.
Through power, I gain victory.
Through victory, my chains are broken.
The Force shall free me.
So make your choice and pick your side.
For they both call for you.
Jedi or Sith?

HAIKU(2):

Little, small and green,
Very strong for his stature,
This is wise Yoda.

Scary and evil,
He was only a Sith tool.
So his time was cut.

LIMERICK:
(I know this is usually The Stooge's department but we had to do one)

There once was a girl from Naboo,
Who got her head stuck in a shoe.
She called her new man,
To get out the jam.
Too bad it would never come true.

SONNET:

The Sith will rise again to fight their foe.
The build is slow and sure, evil and still.
When they shall come through your town, you will know.
I saw them once and it gave me a chill.
Evil and ruthless they are; I swear it!
Doing all things to get what they want.
A life means nothing. Not to them a bit.
In battle they use flashy moves and stunts.
The Army with all their hatred and pain.
The darkness controls all the land in sight.
And they fight for nothing but their own gain.
In the deep night, they douse out all the light.
And now you know the way of the bad Sith.
And now no man is safe, human or Bith!

SPENSERIAN STANZA:

An elegant tool from a darker age.
When Vader came almost all were gone.
The others taken to be encaged.
Some ran to hiding others to be drawn.
The Empire all were looking until dawn.
Some made the choice to fight but all would die.
The Stormtroopers were using only brawn.
But fret not young one, do not start to cry.
For there is hope once again for all the Jedi.

TERZA RIMA:

Lord Vader walks through the Death Star.
All the men cower from his sight.
But what they can not see is the scar.

She left him right before the fateful fight.
He has never recovered from that loss.
What's worse, the loss of his love, or his body ignited.

He still has to answer to his one boss.
He has no care for what went on.
And he knows that one day he will be double crossed.

Vader thinks of her every night until dawn.
Knowing he can do nothing kills him.
Her face of beauty, gracefully as a swan.

He doesn't even care about the loss of his limb.
His mind lost in another world on her.
Even when things are looking bad, worse or grim.

All the years without her, only a blur.
And this is the illusion of Darth Vader.

VILLANELLE:

The hum of the blade that cuts all.
It can be used for evil or for good.
The weapon used to enforce the law.

The Sith use it to make their enemies crawl.
They don't use it like a good man would.
The hum of the blade that cuts all.

Jedi rarely use it or even to draw.
They use it like all good men should.
The weapon used to enforce the law.

Using to kill people like a saw.
When they're done they hide in their hood.
The hum of the blade that cuts all.

Pick it out from the large hall.
All Jedi know how to use it, it's well understood.
The weapon used to enforce the law.

They live by it and die by it when they fall.
After the battle ended, alone it stood.
The hum of the blade that cuts all.
The weapon used to enforce the law.

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Well there's my poetry project for you all to read. May the Force be with you all.

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