by Rick Young | Dec 31, 2015 | Uncategorized
I tried to get a wine prescription.
Doc said that was just a fiction.
But I need my cabernet.
Couple glasses every day.
I find that it beats out pills
in defeating all my ills.
I just know I feel quite fine
with a dose of good red wine.
by Rick Young | Dec 30, 2015 | Poem
When you’re in a jam,
as I so often am,
it’s best to stop and think
before you start to sink.
Do not succumb to doubt.
There’s always some way out.
Don’t panic or lose hope.
You’ll find a way to cope.
Ideas will take shape
and lead to your escape.
Maintain tranquility.
It’s freedom’s golden key.
by Rick Young | Dec 29, 2015 | Poem
There is no zone of safety anymore.
Turn any corner, you may find a war.
The fight may have to do with race,
with underworld or outer space.
The combat may use guns or knives.
It may cost limbs. It may cost lives.
One thing is sure: there is no place to hide.
The world’s a roller coaster terror ride.
by Rick Young | Dec 28, 2015 | Poem
It’s a shame computer games
contain so many guns.
Now aliens can shoot down dreams,
agnostics hunt for nuns.
Lucky kids who kill enough
ascend to level three.
Still we wonder at
society’s great savagery.
by Rick Young | Dec 27, 2015 | Poem
Diamonds explode into a dwindling sky,
but rain back down to earth as broken glass.
One carat perches on a silver cloud.
While the rest fall on the under class.
The people gathering these shiny shards
realize it’s for nothing that they bleed.
But they are persuaded that these crystal "gems"
are really all in life they’ll ever need.