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.

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

The pallet elusive
The brush dodges
The ink well dry
The quill dashes

The poem starts
The idea crashes
In mid stanza
Lost it’s passion

The days keep passing
And I am not writing
Writer’s block
I am constantly fighting.
(end)

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

They were pseudo science
Eye color charts, nose size
Cranium size, evil stares
Responsible for the nation’s ills

They were xenophobic
And if you were handicap
Or mentally ill, you were
Unworthy of life

They were, anti science
Unless they used it
To build up their military
Or conduct cruel experiments

They were, anti intellectual
They were, anti art
Unless they approved
Or stole it from others

They banned books
The leader’s book
Was the official grievance
Of one man

They were a Christian movement
And their leader said
“We do not tolerate anyone
Within our ranks

Who offends the ideas
Of Christianity”.
No, not vanity
But the insecurity

Of a sicko who
Got even with the world
Because an art school
Rejected his paintings

They were fascists
And today, in Florida
A Principle is jobless
Fired for showing the artist’s

Work of the statue of David
Millions died denying covid
And Boebert failed multiple times
Before she got her G.E.D.

And their GOP Mussolini
Falsely plays victim
And tells you you are too
And only he knows what to do

He wants to be your authoritarian
He wants to get revenge for you
Just like Hitler did for WW1
So as well the failed businessman

The Nazis wanted retribution
For Mar A Lago, it’s the solution
He’s not doing it for anyone
It’s just a fraud, it’s just a con

They were the losers
And he will too
The fever of fear
Breaks when you get the clues.
(end)

I am tired of people saying the parallels between the Nazis and MAGA Trumpism are not the same, they are. The GOP is anti education, and Boebert just called for the total destruction of the public school system.
Which is funny because she failed her G.E.D. a few times before finally passing. She got a G.E.D. not a Highschool diploma. The government she claims to hate issued that G.E.D.

The GOP is constantly attacking judges and FBI agents and District Attorneys who do their jobs objectively. This is the same type of purging the Nazis did when they first named their party that, when Hitler was barely on the radar long before he became a national political figure.

Hitler was not an atheist, he was his own brand of occult/deist/catholic. He invoked God multiple times in Mien Kompf. and as the quote goes mentioned in the poem , but here is the full quote

“We do not tolerate anyone in our ranks who offends the ideas of Christianity, who stands up to a dissident, fights him, or provokes himself as a hereditary enemy of Christianity. This movement of ours is actually Christian.” Recorded by Max Vogl, from Hitler’s speech October 27th 1928 in Passau.

Today the MAGA right is selling White Christian Nationalism. Is selling the same anti intellectualism, anti art, anti science, and targeting minorities just like Hitler did. We are literally seeing the rise of fascism here in America.

They are deliberately selling mistrust of our government institutions, and demanding blind loyalty to the party.

I Would Tell You, by Brian37 (AKA Brian James Rational Poet on FB/META and @Brianrrs37 on Twitter)

I would tell you
Their names
But those killers
Don’t deserve the fame

I would tell you
How many so far
But it’s been countless
Over the decades to start

.I would tell you
We’ve had enough
But not even Newtown
Shook things up

I would tell you
Not to worry
But the bodies pile up
Everyday in a hurry

I would tell you
It is safe to go outside
But even I look for exits
Out in public inside

I would tell you
It was isolated
The tune of 100 a day
Makes that claim negated

I would tell you
To go see a movie
To go out shopping
It is safe at school

I wish I could tell you
Not to fear bullets rule
I wish we could
Give the slip

Of the industry’s grip
The merchants of death
Profit off of blood baths
Caskets in masses

I would tell you
It is getting better
But the numbers
Keep rising forever

I can tell you this
We can never, should never
Get used to this
Living under the gun

Every hour, every day
Under the sun
In the dark allies
In our homes

In our workplaces
Losing loved ones
It is up to you
To not become complacent

It is a generational fight
The right plight
To stay alive, without fear
Of someone’s selfish fetish.

Make the tide change
We don’t have to live this way
Non violence should always
Win the day

They are afraid
Of our vote
They are afraid
We are right

And we are.
(end)

Mass shootings are unfortunately a very unique distinct and vile quality of American life that does not have to be that way. I wrote this poem as a response to a poem someone read on a Twitter space today about the Pulse night club shooting. And that was after watching a made for TV movie about a very real mass shooting that happened in 1988, the night before. And that is not including my JR yr HS yearbook which had a two page spread called “The Year In News.”

In that two page spread, it had pictures with paragraphs describing the person or event in the pictures under each. One was a picture of Reagan, another was the firs artificial heart guy, another the space shuttle. But also the picture of a mass shooting in California in 1984.

And the 10s of thousands in the past 40 years in between the few I mentioned and others you may remember but I don’t. The sad fact is that they happen every fucking day, and until the industry can be sued into behaving, and the shops being held responsible for where their products end up, this is not going to stop.

But unfortunately the industry has a grip on a large enough minority that holds the rest of the nation hostage. It is insane to think being number 1 in firearm violence can be solved by adding more firearms to civilian hands when we already have 400 million in civilian hands. I never get a good number that would suffice the firearm worshipers. Would 1 billion guns in civilian hands be enough? How about 10 billion firearms in civilian hands? How about 50 billion? How many is enough? I say they don’t care, they simply want to win to own us, not because they are right, but because they know they are on the wrong side of history.

Don’t ever get used to this. It may be a long road, and things may seem hopeless right now, but every voice counts, and the industry CEOs and profiteers of violence cannot win unless we let them. Use your voice, use your vote, don’t stop, no matter how long it takes.

If you go to both my accounts, either one and scroll down, you will see my most recent poetry reading which is about an hour long called “Skeptics Poetry” . You can listen to it at either @Brianrrs37 or @rationalpoet37. You’ll have to skip past the dead air at the beginning. I hate that it doesn’t auto clip or auto fill that. But there is an hour’s worth of poetry there. If you do decide to listen please let me know if it works for you. Twitter has been a mess lately. But it is showing up on my end.

The Fallacy Of Cuteness, By Brian37 (AKA Brian James Rational Poet on FB/META and @Brianrrs37)

It is a trap
Easy to assume
If it is a cute animal
How can it meet it’s doom

Take a duckling
For example
It is cute
When it quacks for it’s mother

But we falsely assume
All the chicks survive
She’ll protect them all
When they hatch and arrive

If late to hatch
Or born a runt
If it cant keep up
Falls back too much

The mother won’t
Always come to defense
If it sees the chick
As a burden to them

We do often see
In nature that of adoption
Like a pride of lionesses
Care for other’s cubs

But not always the case
If cub ages not the same
If one is a straggler
Abandons her claim

In other avian
It is quite common
For the weak chick
To be tossed out of the nest

A buffalo calf
Could be sacrificed
To a lion stalking it
For more to survive

I like to root
For the underdog
I like to see
Success for all

Nature doesn’t
Work that way
Cuteness doesn’t
Always get it’s way.
(end)

Far to often laypeople think anything cute always has the upper hand. Not in nature. Allegators and crocks are viciously protective of their nest and young, at least until they get the babies to water. Mother crocks and gators can pick up their young in their mouths very gently and carry them to safety.

In other cases mothers and fathers of many species will kick the runts or weak out of the home or abandon them or even kill them. Mother ducks are no different.

Cute makes us feel warm and fuzzy, but nature isn’t ways warm and fuzzy.

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

Titles are fleeting
So too wealth
And fame
This passenger jet
We call life
Takes off
And lands
The same
Carl Sagan
Was on the spot
Pointing out
Our short lives
Perceived self importance
On this “Pale Blue Dot”
We scurry
And scream
And flail
Dominate and fail
Fleeting marks
We make, if any
To no avail.

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