by Rick Young | Jun 25, 2022 | Poem
Supreme Court had a field day
taking women’s rights away.
Yesterday, put guns in play.
For tomorrow, who’s to say?
Maybe bring back slavery?
Poor and homeless work for free,
tossed aside like mere debris.
Next they’ll come for you and me.
What to do when justice breaks?
Remind people of the stakes.
Voting big is what it takes.
Weed out all the thieves and rakes.
We can’t turn back centuries.
The right would drive us to our knees.
A strong wind blows from angry seas.
It’s got the public in a squeeze.
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.
