by Rick Young | Jun 22, 2022 | Poem
Republican isn’t a party any more.
It’s a nasty right wing gang waging a civil war.
Their leader is an imbecile who thinks he is a Don,
a self proclaimed grand master of the lie, the cheat and con.
Despite their fall, they kept the ball rolling toward anarchy.
Could be too late. They’ll storm the gate and kill democracy.
The fate of our good nation depends on Schiff and Cheney,
presenting information which at times looks simply zany.
The mob that breached the Capital to kill some Democrats
looked like a plan to sink the ship, and these guys were the rats.
If all the planners of this failed coup remain clear and free,
say goodbye to freedom and hello autocracy.
by Rick Young | Jun 7, 2022 | Poem
R is for the Rifles they admire.
E is for Egregious things they say.
P is for the Pacs which steer their thinking.
U is for their Underhanded way.
B is for the Borders they would close down.
L is for the big Lie they embrace.
I is for the Idiot, their idol.
C is Contempt for the human race.
A is for Audaciousness of purpose.
N is for Negation of our rights.
NO means DON’T elect them into office,
lest Democracy fades from our sights.
by Rick Young | Jun 6, 2022 | Poem
Foolish actions happen all the time.
Somebody buys a nickel, drops a dime.
Another picks a hill too steep to climb.
In life there is a reason and some rhyme.
Perhaps a wrong way taken on a turn,
a cigarette that’s left too long to burn:
there’s danger everywhere, one ought to learn.
The trouble you receive is what you earn.
There will be times when nothing turns out right,
days screaming for a chance to pick a fight.
It’s best to bypass those and wait for night.
Let bad thoughts float out moonward like a kite.
Yes, foolish is the yin of yang’s staid life.
and often proves a stepping stone to strife,
draws one down paths of battle like a fife.
In this big world, foolishness is rife.
So, do not get discouraged if you fail.
Beyond the flowers hides the holy grail.
Put foolish far behind and then take sail.
If in a leaky boat, begin to bail.
by Rick Young | Jun 5, 2022 | Poem
Saturdays creep by as never before.
The names of the days don’t matter anymore.
It’s bright or it’s grey inside of this door.
And the sun turns to moonlight shone in on the floor.
You can get used to living life inside a box.
Overtaken by flowers and rocks.
Thrilled by the birds. Not songs but words.
Unconcerned with breaking news or stocks.
by Rick Young | Jun 2, 2022 | Poem
Uvalde’s just the tip of the iceberg,
as people out in Tulsa found today.
Until we slow the sale of AR-15’s,
mass shootings in our land won’t go away.
The military instruments of killing
should not be so available to all.
And politicians in gun lobbies pockets
must be voted out starting this fall.
Guns adapted to kill hundreds quickly
have no purpose outside declared war.
Why they’re sold without qualm to the public
disavows all thought of what they’re for.
Keep your hunting rifles and your hand guns.
No one needs a clip or magazine
capable of massive execution
unless mortal destruction’s their scene.
