by Rick Young | Jan 17, 2022 | Poem
Being kind and gentle
is not experimental.
No. It is just a state
we all could imitate.
Who knows?
Perhaps it might catch on,
and hatreds, woes
may all be gone.
In a world more civilized,
to look into another’s eyes
just may be the needed start:
universal change of heart.
by Rick Young | Jan 15, 2022 | Poem
In times of stress and sorrow, times when I feel alone,
I don’t look towards tomorrow, I simply pray to my phone.
In times when I need uplift, when I could use a pet,
I pass by fur and, in a blur, look up cats on the net.
And when I’m seeking contact, I need not take to the streets.
I just sit back and hover, with my thumbs texting out tweets.
I haven’t seen a face in years, except upon a screen.
All I need to live on gets delivered, sight unseen.
I feast on remote teaching, remote learning, on-line fun.
I play for hours at Candy Crush, until I’m sure I’ve won.
I’ve found an app that lets me look at sunlight when I’m down.
There are surveillance cameras that show what goes on in town.
At day’s end, my phone’s on my pillow, whispering goodnight.
My only friend, until the end, is never out of sight.
by Rick Young | Jan 7, 2022 | Poem
There is no moral arc with Republicans gone dark.
They are trying to flatline society.
A union based on sanity and truth now needs our spark
to restore some sense of propriety.
by Rick Young | Jan 6, 2022 | Poem
They arrived en masse, the January sicks ,
summoned, all, to the White House ellipse.
They listened to their master for an hour,
explain that he’d been cheated out of power.
His one intention simply was to coax
his fans: he’d been the victim of a ‘hoax.’
He told them to march Pennsylvania Ave.
and show the patriotic guts they have.
He said if he was removed from D.C.,
it meant the death of our democracy.
He claimed he’d need at least another term
to make this country’s reputation firm.
And, as if it made any lick of sense,
he blamed his troubles all on V.P. Pence.
“Just hang the man if he won’t change the vote.
It’s obvious he’s become a turncoat.
I may not be beside you,
but let my spirit guide you.
It’s time, Republicans, to rock the boat.”
And then he went and watched it on t.v.,
while drinking Coke and eating K.F.C.
It was the perfect diet to watch a growing riot.
He gloated. “They are doing this for me!”
His kids and colleagues plead for him to stop.
There were a couple dead, even a cop.
But he just let it go, his favorite heroes show,
thinking he’d get his place back at the top.
He watched it for two hours, we are told,
until the insurrection was controlled.
Then, finally, pretending now to care,
he agreed to a minute on the air,
and thanked his charges for being so bold.
“We love you. Go in peace.
Looks like they broke my lease.
But I’ll be back for more.
See you in twenty-four.”
Next time, it will be better engineered,
the fixed outcome which many people feared.
This may have been the last election season
untouched by voting tricks and downright treason.
