by Rick Young | Aug 30, 2021 | Poem
Unnecessary complication
That’s my occupation
I take a situation
And offer it striation
It’s better than stagnation
In some ways a vacation
Above all confirmation
Of the pattern of this nation
Celebrating ostentation
With a dog-eat-dog vibration
And the fast track to elation
Driven now by automation
We humans were just a station
For too long a real sensation
But we stayed on the plantation
And worked hard toward damnation
Though you still could find salvation
It may need some new creation
Make solutions your vocation
Good luck/ Watch for radiation
by Rick Young | Aug 22, 2021 | Poem
The unfinished poet never learned to cross his tees.
One never knew if they were ells or was it meant to tease.
Sometimes subbed stars for vowels or used periods as names.
His sentences only made sense if registered as games.
He’d run awhile with sections vastly overrun with rhyme,
then switch to haiku or blank verse without regard for time.
He’ll quote from Poe or Doctor No without a sense of guilt.
His poems are the oddest structures writers ever built.
A leading critic once said were they gathered in a book,
they could become a danger that was hard to overlook.
A poet has an urge for words when stepped up to the bar,
but this unfinished poet’s simply taken things too far.
by Rick Young | Aug 21, 2021 | List
Count Basie was the counterpoint to Kenny Rogers’ ‘Gambler.’
Clarence Williams III was by far ‘Mod Squad’s’ greatest scrambler.
Kasey Musgraves minus fifty is Jackie DeShannon.
Usain Bolt runs like a colt who’s shot out of a cannon.
Wilt the Stilt and Jim McMahon both reached sport’s greatest heights.
Joe Strummer of the Clash was one of punk’s fast thinking knights.
Toe Blake patrolled that frozen lake and rink in Montreal.
And Christopher Milne used to live with his pal Winnie in the hall.
by Rick Young | Aug 17, 2021 | Poem
I’m spending all my coin on protein drinks.
If you haven’t got your energy, for sure this hard life stinks.
You gotta get up early and then make your scheduled rounds.
Feed the cat, walk the dog, toss the coffee grounds.
Nine gram shots of protein taken three, four times a day
should give you all the energy you need to work and play.
But should you feel it start to wane before your day is full,
a supplement should help you: just drink one can of Red Bull.
At night, you won’t need alcohol to float you off to sleep.
A day of action acts like traction, pulls you under, deep.
And in the morning, there’ll await there for you when you wake
the guiding light of your new life, that eight ounce protein shake.
