We Aren’t The Champions, By Brian37 (AKA Brian James Rational Poet on FB/META and @Brianrrs37 on Twitter/X)

Lombardy trophy
Bloodstained
Champions maimed
America should be ashamed
A parade gun violence played
The enemies
Of public safety
Have painfully made
Their stance clear,
In the morbid fact
That they don’t care
That an average
Of 40,000 a year
Won’t make it another year
A celebration of tears
Profiting off of of fear
The GOP hold’s dear
The NRA will smear
More blood on the wall
More bodies will fall
The count continues
To rise
To nobody’s surprise

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

High pressure, hurry up, act now
While supplies last, Sunday call center
Priest at the center, of the collection plate

Under pressure, threats of hell, buy now
Before it is too late. Fluffy clouds, harps
Angels wings, pretty things, love awaits

Eternal bliss you don’t want to miss
Down below you don’t want to go
And suffer Satan’s kiss

But I don’t understand,
Why an ‘all powerful “God”
If you want to claim “Did all of this”

The universe, our planet earth
Out of dirt Adam was birthed
Out of a rib, a woman was made

In the blow of his breath
In the eye of a blink
In the thought in a second

He did so think, so why would he want
Why would he need, faulty humans
To speak for his deeds?

Seems to play hide and go seek
Has all these salespeople
This logic is weak

Billboards, tv preachers
Superbowl ads
Social media pads

Olly Olly oxen free
Invisible things
You cannot see

It’s all abracadabra to me
Marketing this omnipotent deity
Dependent on other’s gullibility

He doesn’t do his own work
He had humans write his novel
Expects you to beg and grovel

I can see Coke, I can see Pepsi
I can see Ford, I can see Chevy
I can see humans marketing fantasy

The bottles are empty
There’s no vehicle to drive
They need your fear to keep him alive.
(end)

The fact humans have to market a God makes the idea of an ‘all powerful’ God absurd. If they want to claim he ‘poof’d’ the universe into existence in the blink of an eye, it makes no sense that he needs humans to write a book for him, or speak for him. 

And The Credits Roll, By Brian37 (AKA Brian James Rational Poet on FB/META and @Brianrrs37 on Twitter/X)

The last period on the last page
Of the novel you just read
While you curled up in bed
You enjoyed it knowing it had a last word

The next evening you went to a concert
It was Taylor, Reba, Metallica, ABBA
San Francisco Symphony, maybe Usher
You enjoyed it, knowing it played a last note

The next summer, you looked forward to
The latest blockbuster, at the Imax theater
The latest romance, thriller, horror, comedy
Knowing the lights would brighten at the end

The next spring comes along, bird sing their song
Summer beaches full of bathers, surfers and fishers
You know it leads to fall, work and school do call
Knowing winter is not that far

There were books written before you were born
There was music made before you were born
There were movies made before you were born
The seasons will keep going after you are gone

The universe will continue on, long after you are dead
Don’t live in fear or dread, don’t chase an afterlife
Instead, know that life after you die
Will feel the same as it did, before you were born

My words are nothing to scorn, nothing to hate
We certainly matter in the now, and to me that is great
That this finite life we get, is the path we chose to make
To live and love and and care for others in our flicker.

Death Of Apology, By Brian37 (AKA Brian James Rational Poet on FB/META and @Brianrrs37 on Twitter)

Used to defend old mythology
Based on corrupt chronology
That contains no real history

To pre suppose what one knows
Appeal to tradition, anything goes
The hedgerows and weeds aways pose

Obstacles in the road, ignorance is the mode
Fed as food to the youth, fairy tales with no proof
Skepticism had no chance, kneecapped in advance

Posts no goal, always moving, never seeking
Never improving, satisfied with fantastic claims
Absurdities kill in vein, holy wars still remain

Intellect a mere mask, blasphemy if you dare ask
Submission and contrition your only task
Obedience, compliance, blind loyalty reliance

I’ll combat with defiance, for it is not science
Apology is an appeal, it maters not, if not real
Oil of serpents poisons and will steal

Your reason, set you up for mind treason
A comforting lie irresistibly pleasing
And they are defending the sum of nothing

Never to adapt to proven fact
Never to let go of a faulty past
Protect the fantasy at all costs

Occam’s razor must not be lost
It slays the lies it melts the frost
Out to the dustbin the garbage is tossed
(end) 

“Apology” isn’t an appeal to scientific fact. It is basically the idea of convincing others. Apology only depends on argumentation. It does not depend on scientific independent peer review.

Plato contributed overall to the idea of thinking for yourself. His problem was that many of his ideas really didn’t have the solid foundation of independent peer review in modern science. It was still for the most part mainly about convincing someone to take your side in a debate.

Apology is used widely today by believers of all the world’s religions. It isn’t appealing to something universally neutral. It is merely trying to convince someone else you picked the right club, the right holy writing. The right sky hero.

Let’s Go Surfing Now, By Brian37 (AKA Brian James Rational Poet on FB/META and @Brianrrs37 on Twitter/X)

Place a bowling ball in the middle
Of a waterbed, deep indentation
Represents the bend in space/time
Of a black hole instead

Long ago Einstein did know
Like throwing a pebble
In a pond, the ripples
Would travel on and on

Gravitational wave detector
Laser interferometer
Confirmed decades later
Albert’s prediction

L shaped, two miles long
So sensitive, so strong
It can detect a disruption
Not even an atom long

Black holes billions light years from us
Send waves to LIGO to catch
Greene with envy I latch
To any science they dispatch
(end)

I was just watching a video of particle physicist Brian Greene explaining how LIGO Laser Interferometer Gravitational Observer, detects sub atomical disruptions that break up the laser, much like one could set off a laser alarm by breaking it’s line. Except this laser is so sensitive it can detect disruptions smaller than the width of an atom. Imagine throwing a pebble or rock into a lake, and a small fishing bob near the shore bobs up and down, because the wave hits it. This is how we measure black holes, and the affects they have on the objects around us. And it also gives us insight as to the Big Bang.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ajZojAwfEbs

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

Such slings
Have not shot
Loves arrow
Time has forgot
Solitary raindrop
At the corner
Of my eye
Dreams of embrace
Leave no trace
Caverns left, belie
Desire is to die.

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

Their bicycle going backwards
Their peddles in reverse
“A separation from God”
A deviation from the perverse

Trying to avoid a nasty pratfall
That makes not a good look at all
They water down the fiery pit
And claim it doesn’t exist at all

That the punishment of this God
Isn’t a pyre in which you are thrown
They skip over the God’s revenge
In the bible that can be clearly shown

Mathew 13:50
Describes a furnace of fire
If you don’t want to hang out with him
You will burn every minute, every hour

Mark 9:48
If you end up at hell’s gate
Fire will be your fate
Satan your only mate

Revelation 20:14
Is your second death
Inhaling searing heat
With your eternal breath

Revelation 20:15
If your name’s not in the book of life
You are thrown into the lake of fire
In agony beyond obscene

This is the selective orchard
Trying to avoid cherry mines
They don’t like the skeptic
Pointing out this bully isn’t kind.
(end)

Every so often I will run into a theist, not a Jew, I know they don’t believe in a eternal fire hell. But mainly Christians who try to avoid the fact that others of different sects do believe in an eternal hell and burning forever, by saying it isn’t a eternal burning, but a mere separation from God. It is hard for me to buy that reading the verses above in the poem.

The “hell” as that book of mythology depicts is a real place of eternal burning. Mathew 13:50. Mark 9:48, Revelation 20:14. Eternal torture isn’t justice, it is revenge.

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

The plaid platypus took the invisible bus
It road it on the rings of Saturn to Pluto with no fuss
The plaid platypus is a topic hard for me to discuss

People don’t understand it when I try to argue thus
I try to tell them that Serena Williams beat the Cubs
In the NHL Stanly cup, but then I get this bizarre look

“What the hell is up?”. They look puzzled, concerned
Confused, like I drank the Kool Aid in the cup
Unphased by their skepticism I will never stop

Nonsense, gibberish, it’s fictional cotton candy
Now you ask me why I wrote this poem
About this amazing creature I find very dandy

That is how I feel when you come up to me
And try to sell me something unscientific
Something unrealistic, something fantastic

Full of magic, full of superstition, full of unicorns
Magic babies born, dragons, talking snakes
Men out of dirt, women out of ribs, this logic I can’t take

Otherwise my plaid platypus my imagination did so make
Is as real as your God, don’t call it a fraud, don’t mock me
For it is as real as it can be.
(end)

Your Numbers Are Up, By Brian37 (AKA Brian James Rational Poet on FB/META and @Brianrrs37 on Twitter/X)

War
Good God
What is it great for?
Absolutely virgins!

Moses at the battle of Midian
Followed the the Lord’s command
Defeated the enemy’s plan
Killed every man in the land

Balaam son of Beor
Slew like those before
The bounty their flocks of sheep
Women and children they did keep

But Moses angry at Eleazar priest
Of the women they wanted to keep
He said they were corrupt and dirty
And thus their baby male spawn filthy

They should surely
Be put 6 foot deep
Yet of the bounty they did so reap
The virgins they get to keep.

Numbers 31:7-18
It remains to be seen
How from this barbarity
Morality could be gleaned
(end)

I always like to make it clear, this is a criticism of what I consider a book of mythology. It is in no way a call for the forced end of religion.

But an advocacy of skepticism, along the lines of Jefferson “Question with boldness even the existence of a God, for if there be one, surely he would pay more homage to reason than to that of blindfolded fear.” And also from Jefferson “Ridicule is the only weapon which can be used against unintelligible propositions”.

And Jefferson, who was a deist, not an atheist, also wrote this in a letter to Adams April 11th 1823, “And the day will come when the mystical generation of Jesus, by the supreme being as his father in the womb of a virgin will be classed with the fable of the generation of Minerva in the brain of Jupiter.”

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

Double, double, twisty ladder
Those base pairs made the otter
And single cells and lions and tigers
Short hairs and calicos everyone knows

Long ago in my youth I sat in class
At my desk, felling dumb, a stupid mess
I didn’t have the brains to guess
What a nucleotide was, I failed the test

But today without the stress
I looked at
A short video
And I was impressed

Phosphate, sugar and base,
I have become an ace
Adenine and Guanine
Have two rings called purines

Thymine and Cytosine
Have one ring
Thus they’re named
Pyrimidines

But when they date
The pairs must mate
Adenine and Thymine
Guanine and Cytosine

To make it a three ring circus
Each ring in this ladder
The spiral staircase
All life is this so traced.
(end)

Just like big fancy words in high school and early college. I sucked at science. A lot of that was performance anxiety. I felt stupid back then. But today I looked up the structure on a very simply video without the stress of being graded, and I got it.