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

Oh the smarmy slur, the billionaires stir
GOP too, “The commies are after you”
If you dare say, “Greed is not good”

This guy that they tout, sermon on the mount
That evil man who tipped over the change cart
Feed the hungry, help the poor , the shareholder’s

Profits, they want more. To dare question them
Is an act of war. They equate us to Marx
Castro and Stalin, their vilification vile and rotten

At the same time they want to abandon Ukraine
Cede them to KGB Spy Putin, and that is insane
Half of Berlin, Russia once did rule

Putin the Communist, Trump now his tool.
And who are his allies, but China and Iran
Yet they claim liberals are out to oppress the man

It isn’t about their Christ at all. It isn’t for them
About Jesus’s call. It isn’t about justice for all
It is about power over others, destroy Jefferson’s wall.

White Christian Nationalism is their goal
Chipping away at checks and balances
Taking it’s toll

Fascism is rising, in wrapped in a flag
Cloaking their intent of theocracy’s stab
Democracy autopsy splattered on a slab

November approaching very fast
The sane must vote to make it last
Put this authoritarianism in the past

The real red army is the rot within
The insurrectionist rapist and his kin
The schoolyard bully will not win.

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

The brutal unforgiving burden of death
Is that the observers of humanity’s horrors
Cannot convey their stories in person infinitely

It is a baton, that must be passed down posthumously
Kept warm in the mind with the notes of empathy
That the seeds of compassion don’t get forgotten

The scoundrel of time makes us fading sepia photos
Susceptible to our barbaric tribal base instincts
The fuel of fear, the politics of otherism, the schism

Cased by the caretakers of the baton, losing grip
Of the sight that we are not immune to transgression
We can cause the aggression, and words are the weapon

When the bully is able to muddy the waters
When they are able to punch with impunity
When they are able to to wrap their insanity

In the guise of patriotism, of to which it never was
When the bully can paint themselves the victim
When the bully can can convince enough others

To do his bidding, when he achieves blind obedience
To which in the eyes of his minions, no wrong can be done
The severed head of reason, the disemboweled democracy

Will lie in ruins, and at that point, those who helped
Murder the baton, will have the same refuge as those
They stole it from, and that would be none

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

I hear the petulant vile, bile, screaming all the while
They should march that last mile, to the concentration camps
They did not wear a forced star, though their mark as hideous a slur

The triangle upside down, sewn into the zebra suit
Pink it was of color, the Nazis were fascist brutes
Berated, belittled, beleaguered, beaten, bludgeoned

Even Rohm, who thought he was safe
Died during the knight of long knives
A gay Nazi was not to be in their ranks

For others there was no choice
Hitler would not silence their voice
Willem Johan Cornelius Arondeus

In the land of the Dutch, in the Netherlands he did such
Attack a records depot, so the destruction would not expose
The true identities , of the Jews and others trying to flee

Frieda Belinfante, a lesbian co conspirator,
Helped him with his goal, blanks they thus stole
So others could make it out of that hole

June 18th 1943, the Nazis did decree
Willem be sentenced to death, his last sentence
His last breath, “Homosexuals are not cowards”.

And today the ugly head of hate, rises once more
Targeting transgender, in the very same manor
Falsely accusing them of such horrors

Of rape and molestation, a manifestation
Of insecure fervor, the MAGA fever
Their petulant fear, of changing times

Remember why black Wall Street
Was burnt to the ground, a bully white girl
Sold a lie, and the black boy died

So Fox News, your hate will ultimately lose
When you’re drunk on the rancid orange booze
The allies will stand up to you, no matter what you do.
(end)

Willem Arondues was a gay Jewish resister spy who attacked a records office and destroyed identity records and stole blank ones to mask the identities of the innocent. He was arrested in 1943 and his last words were, “Homosexuals are not cowards.”

I am so sick and tired of asshole fundies claiming that if gays and transgender exist democracy will fall and we will become Hitler or Stalin. BULLSHIT. Both those states hated gays and would have you executed if you were. Even today Putin oppresses gays and lesbians. Liberals hate dictators.

But yet your desire as a fundamentalist is to oppress yourselves. LGBTQ are not going to magically convert you. They are not going to molest your kids or rape your women.

If you don’t believe me. Go seek out a real rape counsellor and ask them who the most likely offender is going to be. Hint, they will not say drag queen or transgender.

We have seen in past history where hate and intolerance goes.

https://encyclopedia.ushmm.org/content/en/id-card/willem-arondeus

Beer Hall Putsch, By Brian37 (AKA Brian James Rational Poet on FB/META and @Brianrrs37)

Although I now there is no afterlife
I wish people could live forever
So the lessons would stay in their head

Hitler wanted to replicate Mussolini
Become despot of his own Bavarian country
He wanted to attack the Weimar Republic

At Burgerbraukeller was were the plan was born
2,000 Nazis were sworn, to head to the Reischtag
And sack and bag and kill , vile poison pill

And today on Capital Hill the MAGAs sell the swill
The same purging of ilk, the same xenophobic chill
Praises Putin the product of Soviet Communism

Praises Kim Jong Un, thinks it would be fun
If he could be the strongman one
He stood on the mall that January day

Stoking hate and lies, two officers needlessly died
About the fair election he lied
All from arrogant pride

“They’re rapists, vermin, invasion”
“Muslim ban for our entire nation”
Pandering to White Christian Nationalism

We’ve seen this script before
Scapegoat more and more
Make oneself the Messiah

When in reality you are a pariah
A selfish narcissist in denial
Screaming all the while

That you are the victim
When all you are is a bully
With the intellect of a gnat

And the vocabulary of a cockroach.

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

There is this horrible affinity, absurd attraction
Nothing more than a distraction, that when we
Humans make a discovery, it must come from above

In my many years of being online, I have seen
Countless times, the apologists of every religion
Try to use science to point to their club

But here’s the rub, Christians will claim Aquinas
Muslims will point to algebra, plus or minus
Jews, will do this to, don’t for get a Hindu

All of them have apologists, that are not really scientists
That will try to claim a patent on the method
When neutrality is what ethics has always insisted

It is true that a Jew, Christian, Muslim, Buddhist too
Are all capable of accepting science through and through
But mixing religion in the lab, the ethical ones wont do

There is no creation science, there is just science
There is no Muslim Algebra, there is just Algebra
There is no Buddhist theory of evolution

Did I mention, there is no Hindu theory of gravity
And that is the reality of science, universal compliance
Of objectivity, productivity, without the personal bias

We can see other animals seek patterns too
We can see an octopi figure out how to open a lid
We can observe a mother bear teaching it’s kid

It is why you can teach a dog to sit, for a bit
It is why you can see orcas work in packs
And the pachyderm will mourn their dead

Humans need to get it through their head
There is no one upstairs helping us, don’t fuss
If we want to get things done, we are the only ones.

Plath’s Path, By Brianrrs37 (AKA Brian James Rational Poet on FB/META and @Brianrrs37 on Twitter X)

The math’s not there for Plath’s path
For every poet to be in that class
But every poet can be a great poet

Even if they don’t gain the fame of Poe
“Unaccomplished” is an arrogant word
You’re cherry picking metrics convenient

To you. The NFL has 1,696 on the field
Millions of college players try to yield
Just as good as those who got in

Luck is being seen, not just work
And that luck is very rare for most

Even Poe died drunk and broke
Dead on the streets of Baltimore
You can write what you want

There are far more musicians
At your local bars, than Taylor stars
Whose music should be in concert halls

Music that will not reach the masses
Not because of lack of talent
But because they didn’t get spotted by an agent
(end)

FYI I think Taylor is talented even though I am not into her music.

This is my 3rd poem on this topic I think. I find it really arrogant for anyone to shit on someone who doesn’t have a book deal, or isn’t in an art gallery or didn’t make it to pro sports. I have seen too many talented people that will never get famous merely because they were not lucky enough to get noticed, who work just as hard as the people who did get to the top.

If you want to try to get to the top, GO FOR IT! Nobody will begrudge you for your success. But the fact remains that most people will not make it to the top. That should never mean you stop doing what you love. You might have to relegate it to a hobby, or a second job, and that is ok, that doesn’t mean you lack talent. It just means the road is hard and the math will never allow everyone to be on top all at the same time.

But you are all certainly capable of being great poets. No matter where you end up as a poet, NEVER STOP WRITING. Even if you never get famous someone will be moved by your work at some point. That moment is worth all the effort by itself.

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

The guy at the top at the Amazon shop
The Windows guy makes your computer fly
The blue bird killer wants a rocket thriller

The straps of the boot got them all that loot
That ilk may have you believe they did it all alone
Mute point because it isn’t physically possible

That Bezos guy with the billionaire pie
Employees 1.6 million people worldwide
Arrogant pride a comment so snide

No Jeff, you did not load every truck
You did not load every plane
You did not deliver every package

They did. You run the company
Nobody denies that. The bottom line stat
Is that you did not do it all by yourself.
(end)

I am so sick of the bullshit slur that I am a communist for simply saying workers matter and the owners of mega corporations DO NOT do all the work. It is physically impossible.

The only way you can do all the work is if you own a hotdog stand and you are the only one serving people. Even then, someone had to make the hot dogs to sell to you to sell. Someone had to bake the bread for you to buy to sell.

Someone had to build the roads your supplies traveled on to to get to your business. If you had a business degree, a professor had to teach you. Someone at the cafeteria at that college had to make the food both you and your professor ate. Someone had to make the cloths you wear.

NOBODY EVER DOES ANYTHING BY THEMSELVES.

You are reading this poem now, because of a lifetime of teachers and reading and experiences in everyday mundane life. You are reading this poem because some obscure scientist you don’t remember that never got world famous, contributed to the evolution of computers, because it was not one person, or one patent or even one country.

You are reading this poem because someone , long before I was born bothered to educate Sylvia Plath, and because of her teachers, and the the distribution truck driver eventually delivered my first every book of poetry to the book store 30 years ago, you are reading this poem now. If it were not for countless people I never would have had that Plath book in my hands. And it was because of that book, I decide to never stop writing poetry.

In that 30 years countless people gave me the opportunity to have the time to write every poem I have and unknown people who have become my muses.

Unlike some self centered jaded billionaires, not all, but it seems far too many, I can admit, and am willing to admit. I DID NOT DO IT ALL BY MYSELF.

And a final note. I don’t even care if I get rich from my poetry. It is payment enough to know someone got joy out of it.

(Disclaimer: Even if those mentioned in that poem have never said it, the poem is metaphor for the others in that class that may have said it. This poem is strictly metaphor )

It is just basically saying, if you are sitting on top, don’t crap on shoulders you are standing on.

E-Flat, By Brian37 (AKA Brian James Rational Poet On FB/META and @Brianrrs37 on Twitter/X)

One fan of the fictional firmament
Stuck on the geocentric nonsense
Ignoring the science of Eratosthenes

Thought he brought astrophysicists
Too their knees by making a pathetic plea
That all the societies of antiquity

Like the Mayans and Egyptians
Said the earth was was the center
Of the solar system and the universe

So therefore the bible was true
And God was good, but here
Is what he never understood

They didn’t have the James Web back then
They didn’t understand axis spin
They didn’t understand that stars were suns

They didn’t know what a photon was
They didn’t know the speed of light
They didn’t know what we know today

So of course bad guesses
Would make their way
Out of ignorance in early days
(end)

So today on Facebook I saw a short where this idiot flat earther said that there were societies in antiquity and in in South America that all had their depictions of a earth centered solar system and universe.

Not all, the Greeks knew the earth was a globe at least and not flat. But regardless, of course most humans world wide would make that mistake of thinking the earth was the center of everything because humans are tiny compared to the earth. Nobody could conceive the earth spinning because nobody could get off the planet to see that it wasn’t flat.

But today we have put satellites in space that have unedited pictures of earth. We have taken pictures of earth from the moon. We have taken a picture of earth through the rings of Saturn.

If one could travel to another planet in another galaxy, because humans are so tiny, when you landed on that planet’s surface it also would seem flat. And that planet if it spun on an axis like earth, that would also give the person there a false illusion of that planet being the center of the universe.

According to real Big Bang science and “relativity” every celestial body is the center of the universe if you could be on it. This has been proven mathematically and through astrophysics and the Cosmic Microwave Background radiation. It really is a a simple matter of failing to consider the POINT OF VIEW from another celestial body.

Nobody for example, if at the top of a mountain, or sky scraper thinks the 18 wheeler below them on the road is an inch long. Because they know they are simply further away. If the 18 wheeler stops below you and you go down and stand next to it, it is not an inch long.

The same thing can be said about your size as a human standing on earth which is a globe of 24,901 miles in circumference. The tallest human Robert Waldo, 1918-1940 was 8 feet 11 inches tall. That isn’t even close to being a mile long, much less being tall enough to see the curvature of the earth.

So of course one is going to falsely think the earth is flat if they don’t understand science. I find it funny that people can see that the moon is a globe but think the earth is flat.

Cuts Like A Knife, By Brian37 (AKA Brian James Rational Poet on FB/META and @Brianrrs37 on Twitter/X)

What you are about to read
Is not a Bryan Adams song
It is a bible verse, brutal
Barbaric and wrong

The men can do at will
With daughters and maidens
Like they were horderves
Goose liver on a ritz

A bottle of Rothschild wine
A virgin for the guest divine
The guy upstairs doesn’t mind
If his friends bump and grind

And when they are through
With the little lass, it’s out
To the dumpster, goes the trash
Of her extremities, the master will slash

The concubine’s limbs
Spread throughout the land
12 dissected parts, severed hand
Judges 19:22-30 is God’s plan
(end)

I always want to make it clear. While this is blasphemous, and will offend many. It is not an attack on human rights. It is simply a questioning of bad logic. How can anyone claim an “all powerful” God who would sit and watch that kind of harm being done to anyone?

I wish I could say that this is the only barbaric verse in that book, but it isn’t.

End Of The World, By Brian37 (AKA Brian James Rational Poet on FB/META and @Brianrrs37 on Twitter/X)

How comforting it would be
For me, to think in short sequence
Estranged to mundane long haul reality

To think of the phantasms, of measures
Finisterre of foreboding steep drops
Onto the jagged unforgiving rocks

The suicides of Saipan
Fear of our fellow man
We must defend our clan

Smashed by waves, thrashed
Like a seal in a great white’s mouth
Tossed about in limp ragdoll fashion

To be happy with prosaic lackluster
Existence, without the knowledge
Of my species insistence, persistence

In turning this vanda coerulea into
A spherical landfill, wilting by our own hand
Wax dripping down a declining candlestick

In turning this blue orchid into hemoglobin
Feasting on a clandestine ocean of arrogance
Festering in our delusion of self importance

A long slit down our forearm vein
Cataracts of antiquity still remain
The fog masterfully isolates us

The lighthouse is impotent
Though it’s few operators
Strive to be reality’s bullhorn

Is it too late? 11:59 indeed.
(end)

This is my sometimes wishing I could be oblivious to history, to our species tribalism, to our own constant self destruction and clinging to the past. How I wish sometimes I could be that person that only worries about my bills and my cats. That I could ignore the religious divisions in the world, and our over pollution and arrogance that if we just defeat the planet, if we just defeat our enemy once and for all. Sometimes I wish I could be stuck in the moment and never be aware of those harsh realities.

I wish that I wasn’t aware how the mythologies of the ancient world still have a global impact on our species behavior. And how those petty beefs lead to distracting my fellow humans from fixing the one home all 8 billion of us have.

I was inspired by yet another Plath poem, “Finisterre” https://allpoetry.com/poem/8498391-Finisterre-by-Sylvia-Plath