Brian37 AKA Brian James Rational Poet…… My Poetry

  • Welcome to Brian James Rational Poet’s poetry blog

    Welcome to my poetry blog. I love reading Plath and Sexton and Dickenson and Maya. But to me, the best poets I have read are the unknows. The giants are great for sure, but the friends and locals and groups are a joy to participate in. I encourage everyone who writes poetry to be themselves. It is ok to have influences, but you should always in the end be yourself. There is only one them, and only one you.

    Let words be your canvas, show them the raw you, in all your happiness and sadness. Show them your love of nature, and empathy and kindness, but also make them think, provoke, even blaspheme. The poet’s job to me, is to never be shy or timid, but use every word in your vocabulary to paint the best pictures you can. Paint your sunrises, your sunsets, your romance, your fears. Paint your insecurities, your addictions, your successes, your tears.

    This blog is dedicated to my late mother Jane. She was my biggest supporter and never let me fall through the cracks. While she was a bit of an authoritarian growing up, that all melted away in her late years, and we grew as close as any parent child could. We had so much fun with our silly car games and rubber duckies, and counting the trees. And our wordplay games, and our thumb wrestling. And forget Yahtzee and backgammon, she always kicked my…… at that. I love you mom. I miss you horribly.

    And also my late best friend ever, Bob. He unfortunately passed away in 2017. He lived in Australia, he was a science geek, and he taught me a lot about debate, and some science. I can only grasp overall concepts, not real nitty gritty details. But he most importantly made me feel comfortable in my own skin. I miss you too Bob.

    Then there is this annoying guy from Okleeee homa, who says “tators”, and “videeeaaaa” instead of “video”. And don’t get John started on banjos. He is my best friend and he is always there for me, and I love that redneck.

    And also Dwayne, Stacey and Vicki. You saved my life all of you. Thank you.

    All poetry posted by me on this website is attached to RationalPoet@brianrrs37, handle “RationalPoet” on Twitter ,as well as “Brian James Rational Poet” on Facebook/ META. And is subject to copywrite on all my pages.

    A Special thanks to Brian Sapient of Rational Responders http://www.rationalresponders.com for hosting my poetry thread for so long. Thank you.

    AND….. YOU are more than welcome to share this link on your social media. Especially Meta and Twitter, but your own social media too. Any help bringing traffic here is more than welcome. THANK YOU. You may not publish individual poems without my express permission. Any links to my poetry must be credited to me.

    This poetry blog may contain some material that may be considered sensitive to some viewers. Reader discretion advised.

    Now, everyone, grab your popcorn, glass of wine, and watch me make a fool of myself. Enjoy.

    HEADS UP….. THERE ARE PEOPLE MIMICKING MY TWITTER ACCOUNTS……

    I only have two Twitter/X accounts. Twitter has now changed it’s name to “X”. So all poetry in this site referencing Twitter is also including the new name “X”.

    “RationalPoet@brianrrs37”
    AND
    “Brian@rationalpoet37”

    I have also joined Facebook/META poetry group “Facebook Poetry Society” Under “Brian James Rational Poet”

    Also I just joined http://www.allpoetry.com under the user name “RationalPoet37”

    THERE ARE MORE PAGES. WHEN YOU GET TO THE BOTTOM OF EACH PAGE, in mice print….. It says “Next Page”. <—-CLICK ON THAT.

    NEW EDIT………

    A special thanks to Zaylen of “Okay Atheists” on the Discord app, for allowing me to guest host this poetry reading available on their YouTube channel originally aired 5/22/23. Here is the link
    https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=i_ikCkc7lWE

    If you want to leave a comment to any poem, click on the BOLD title of the poem first, scroll to the bottom of the poem, and you should see a field to leave the comment in.

     

     

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  • Out Of Many One

    Out Of Many One, By Brian37 (AKA Brian James Rational Poet on FB/META and @Brianrrs37 on Twitter/X)

    Out of many, one, unless you are one
    Of us, at best, I’ll let you live as a guest
    But equal you will never be

    Out of many, one, I am never done
    Making arguments that I am the one
    Who is chosen, you’ll always be frozen

    In second class status, if I am being generous
    Yet that is erroneous, I am full of hate
    I want to eradicate, anyone not like me

    Out of many, one, by point of gun
    I’ll make you run, diversity I shun
    My God said this land belongs to me

    By Providence decree, I look up to see
    The voice in my head, wants you dead
    Fear my wrath and live in dread

    Out of many, one, must not arise
    I will not tolerate or compromise
    I am deaf and I hear no cries

    Cries lost in fog, the vicious dog
    Breaks my flesh, kills your kin
    With rabid bite, say goodnight

    Compassion dies, cruelty wins
    The seeds of hate are where it begins
    If you drink my poison all life ends

    We must resist, and always fight
    The venom voices hijack the night
    Out of many, one, defend the light

    Out of many, one, that person unknown
    For the unfounded hate that you have shown
    Shedding ignorance shows that you’ve grown

    Out of many one, this one planet we share
    We must take heed and always beware
    Of those who want to divide us

    You are not different than us
    We are all the same, food, shelter
    Especially love, never live in shame

    It is easy to point the finger
    To cast aspersions and blame
    That leads us all to maim

    And kill the nasty shrill
    Thinking we can bludgeon
    Those who don’t agree

    Don’t let this be our history
    Don’t let this be our final page
    Don’t let our species die in rage

    From the festering self inflicted
    Wound of hate, because that hate
    Is the mirror we look into

    Out of many, one, it’s overdue
    To return to that spirit of pluralism
    And end that pustular schism.









  • Waralda,

    Waralda, By Brian37 (AKA Brian James Rational Poet on FB/META and @Brianrrs37 on Twitter/X)

    The question about the inferior people
    The solution to the undesirables
    The extermination on an industrial scale

    The Fuhrer, blind loyalty all must hail
    Their justification an epic fail
    Himmler’s unmasking the monster’s veil

    “The ancient one, the one mightier
    Than we are” furnace bodies charr
    Ashes ashes scattered wide and far

    Winds of hate flakes of bone
    Stole all property not their own
    All the corpses they did dispone

    By the might of providence
    Brute force of bullies arrogance
    Born out of blatant ignorance

    Master master as white as can be
    Blizzard of blood that cover’s thee
    Race to unimaginable atrocities

    Never again should the world ever see
    Never again should it come to be
    Never repeat the horrors of history.
    (end)

    On top of Hitler mentioning God several times in Mein Kampf. And calling the Nazis a “Christian movement”, and the Nazi belt buckles that read “Gott Mit Uns”, I ran across yet another vile disgusting quote from Heinrich Himmler who was basically the architect of the “death squads” and the “Final Solution.”

    “I have not tolerated an atheist in the ranks of the S.S. Every member has a deep faith in God, in what my ancestors called “Waralda, the ancient one, the one who is mightier than we are.” Heinrich Himmler.

    This quote is from this YouTube Documentary “Heinrich Himmler, Architect Of The Final Solution” link here, time stamp 34 minutes in is this quote.
    https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dmV1ehLK9sI










  • Here’s The Kicker

    Here’s The Kicker, By Brian37 (AKA Brian James Rational Poet on FB/META and @Brianrrs37 on Twitter/X)

    This chief lines up, to kick the ball
    “Bamboozled” he claims women are all
    Their only lot is to spread their legs
    Make babies for men, and fry some eggs

    You wasted you your money on a degree
    You’re only alive to serve idiots like me
    I wear this beard to mask my insecurity
    Handmaids Tale for all to see

    Laura Thatcher Ulrich, would not agree
    With your blatant stench of misogyny
    The only lot for females to be
    “Well behaved women rarely make history”

    It is because of inventor Hedy Lemarr
    That wi fi today, is global by far
    Marry Anderson set a high bar
    Put that windshield wiper on your car

    Photo 51, her deed was done
    Rosalind Franklin was the one
    Who discovered the shape of DNA
    The Double Helix was the way

    Are you jealous of swift women
    That are more successful than you
    Take this claptrap of which you balk
    You missed wide right with your sexist talk.
    (end)

    Religiously conservative kicker for the Kansas City Chiefs Harrison Butker says that the female’s job is to be bun ovens and house maids.

    I am so sick of religious misogyny. That same book of mythology has Lot offering his daughters up for rape Genesis 19:1-11. It has Moses saying telling his followers to murder all females captured in war who have slept with a man, but keep the virgins for yourselves, Numbers 31:14-18. It puts the penalty for rape at a mere 50 Shekels, no jail time, and the fine is to be paid to the father, not the victim, and the father can even force the victim to marry their rapist.






  • Falling Down

    Falling Down, By Brian37 (AKA Brian James Rational Poet on FB/META and @Brianrrs37 on Twitter/X)

    The bloated Basilisk, spins his tales of woes
    Blaming all of his foes, on middle school grounds
    His fist he petulantly pounds, incoherent sounds

    Hopscotch he plays, cheats in various ways
    Mar A Lago monkey bars, paying off porn stars
    Grifter, rapist, con, incompetent mafia don

    Marionette, sleeps in a bassinet
    Lindsey is his pet, Putin pulls his strings
    “Victim” he falsely sings, wife buried on golf green

    Lexicon is obscene, baby bottle needs
    Eloquent he’ll never be, worst in history
    Soiled presidency, will kill democracy

    It should have been the end
    When his first campaign began
    “They’re rapists” he once said

    It should have been lights out
    When the words came out of his mouth
    “McCain is no hero”, but he is the real zero

    Scapegoats, vilifies, the sane know, it’s all lies
    Lord Of The Flies in disguise, fascism on the rise
    Our Republic compromised, despot he wants to be

    Only the blind cannot see, he will bring just misery
    Sycophants his company, purging all dissent
    The Basilisk is hell bent, he never will repent

    Spineless slithering, slimy blithering dimwit
    Constitution under threat, throats he will slit
    That would be it, if we don’t take command

    If we don’t make our stand, burry him in the sand
    On the Jersey shore, no choice but to win this war
    Down to the wire, put out this dumpster fire
    (end)









  • Validity

    Validity, By Brian37 (AKA Brian James Rational Poet on FB/META and @Brianrrs37 on Twitter/X)

    He blinked the universe into existence
    He made Adam a mate in an instant
    But to write his book, seems inconsistent

    To take over a thousand years
    Over 40 authors with books left out
    Used flawed humans to write his words down

    I know I am being quite the contrarian
    When I point out those popular historians
    Apologists like to claim, that did not live at the same

    Time the bible claims the Jesus character existed
    This stuck in my craw, and has long since persisted
    “Metaphor” enlisted, “out of context” they cited

    When convenient, to their cause, it’s over conflated
    No logic related, no consistency found, absurdity abounds
    Science ignored, reason gored, by this God of lore

    Jealous and vindictive, hardly constructive
    Tells you how to beat your slave, tells you
    Rape is ok, female virgins are prizes of war

    Infanticide, genocide, the blood will pour
    And at the end of the day, you have no say
    Burn in hell, or languish, mindless, in heaven’s bore.

    What will is to be had, if the plan is set
    What use is prayer if the plot is writ
    I see no validity in this made up script
    (end)






  • Comeback

    Comeback, By Brian37 (AKA, Brian James Rational Poet on FB/META and @Brianrrs37 on Twitter/X)

    In those awkward years, living under fears
    Of words, razor sharp, wire with bloody barb
    No armor, vulnerable, I was

    The tackling dummy, an easy mark
    I wanted to turn green, rise up like the Hulk
    And vanquish my tormenters, unrelenting

    They were, and their quill full of insults
    Belittling, berating, laughing, taunting
    I was always wanting, to respond

    Split second, in the moment
    To come up with something
    A comeback, to silence them

    A bombshell gem, quick wit
    Make them split, make them quit
    Make them go away, without delay

    If I could advise that isolated self
    Clumsy, tearful oaf, who had no help
    I would tell that me, it is ok to be

    Me, in the skin I am in. I would tell that me
    They will not amount to be anything more
    Than a bad memory, they won’t last

    Long since past, you’ll move away
    They will have no say, your prison break
    You will escape that tyranny .






  • Sharpie Man

    Sharpie Man, By Brian37 (AKA Brian James Rational Poet on FB/META and @Brianrrs37 on Twitter)

    Klan shirt, Putin shoes
    Rikers is where I’m going to
    Spray tan face , red tie
    My sycophants don’t even question why

    MAGAS kiss my ass just as fast as they can
    White nationalist go crazy about Sharpie Man

    Small crotch, mushroom dong
    I can’t even go that long
    Fart stinks, dick is thin
    When I pull it out I’m going to bore you in
    Stormy went running as fast as she can
    Cause sane people cant stand the Sharpie Man

    I brag about my bat
    I always lie because it’s short and fat
    Libido fades, premature
    Broken Sharpie and getting no love

    MAGAs kiss my ass just as fast as they can
    White Nationalist go crazy about a Sharpie Man.










  • Humility

    Humility, By Brianrrs37 (AKA Brian James Rational Poet on FB/META and @Brianrrs37 on Twitter/X)

    I am humble enough
    To accept I am
    As finite as
    Any other life
    As finite as
    The weed
    In my yard
    As finite as
    The squirrel
    In the tree
    As finite as
    The fish
    In the sea
    As finite as
    The bumble bee

    It humbles me
    To know
    Even when I go
    The atoms in me
    Won’t cease to be
    I recycle them
    Constantly
    The death of a star
    Exploded violently
    That lead to
    The atoms in me

    I am a living fractal
    However so temporary
    Even the pterodactyl
    Met it’s meteor demise
    Ever lasting life is a lie
    It would be better to try
    To accept the world
    As it is, that is
    If we open our eyes

    It should not
    Surprise
    If one is to find
    We can still be kind
    Have peace of mind
    In this finite time
    There is no fame
    Etched in stone
    That does not erode
    Eventually
    We can potentially
    Extend our ride
    Minus arrogant pride
    Though the ride
    Will always end

    Lets not pretend
    Lets not dwell
    On a fictional hell
    On the final toll
    Of the last bell
    Let our fears quell
    Lets focus on
    On the now
    On the show
    Already in progress
    (end)






  • Empty Page

    Empty Page, By Brian37 (AKA Brian James Rational Poet On FB/META And @Brianrrs37 on Twitter/X)

    Where are you, I know you are there
    Where are you, you give me a scare
    I sit at my keyboard with a blank stare

    Where are you, I want you to rise
    Of the page, into their curious eyes
    I sit at my keyboard with a blank stare

    Where are you, I am aware, it is unfair
    You taunt me, with your snickering glare
    I sit at my keyboard with a blank stare

    Where are you, the words I cant find
    The scattered thoughts cluttering my mind
    I sit at my keyboard with a blank stare

    Where are you, inspiration elusive
    Bock lettering wishing for cursive
    I sit at my keyboard with a blank stare

    Where are you, the clock doesn’t care
    Hour upon days, my prose in despair
    I sit at my keyboard with a blank stare

    Where are you, in shadows you hide
    I’ve lost my muse, it’s gone in stride
    I sit at my keyboard with a blank stare

    Where are you, my cupboards are bare
    No words in my pantry, no dish to prepare
    I sit at my keyboard with a blank stare

    Where are you, no spark to ignite
    The first line is nowhere in sight
    I sit at my keyboard with a blank stare

    Where are you, no rage no rose
    No song to compose,
    I sit at my keyboard with a blank stare

    Dangerously I languish in this dry spell
    No plume for my pen, no ink in my well
    I sit at my keyboard with a blank stare

    When will the chasm I find myself in
    When will the echoing frustration end
    I sit at my keyboard with a blank stare.
    (end)

    Another week without inspiration. I hate this.



  • A special thanks to “This Is Signal” and Ian, for reading and producing my poem “This Round Is On Me”

    My poem “This Round Is On Me” is available to download on the following platforms under the “This Is Signal” who also has the Twitter/X account @signal_is

    https://www.boomplay.com/episode/7036853

    https://www.patreon.com/ThisIsSignal <—- Scroll down for the 6 minute 18 second “6:18” long version with explanation.

    https://open.spotify.com/episode/12Ffe63AcurRM0tuYI0Uib

    And the original YouTube link to her channel

    https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kBXBt_p-cfA&t=45s