May I See Your I.D. ? By Brian37 (AKA Brian James Rational Poet on FB/META and @Brianrrs37 on Twitter/X)

Sorry sunny, you think it’s funny
Trying to get past the bouncer
Speeding at 448,000 miles per hour

You aren’t old enough
To have that whisky sour
The age is 21 you know

You still have one orbit to go
Around Sagittarius A Star
You can’t have a seat at the bar

You have 8 kids to care for
And a little dog too
So no drinks for you

So put on your Kuiper belt
And deal with the card’s your delt
In a galactic year you can have that belt

In 230million years
You can have a few beers
Your friends will send you cheers

And remember, call a cab.
(end)

Silly poem about real scientific facts. Our solar system is orbiting the galaxy at a speed of 448,000 miles per hour. As fast as that is it still takes 230million years to go around the center of the galaxy and our super massive black hole named Sagittarius A Star. And our sun/solar system since our sun was born, has only done that 20 times.

So if you spoke of the sun in earth/human years, it would not be old enough to drink in America because the age is 21.

No Man’s Land, By Brian37 (AKA Brian James Rational Poet on FB/META and @Brianrrs37 on Twitter/X)

I remember my shock and scoffing
When I first heard that color
Is not in objects, oh did I object

That cannot be correct, but it was
The world suddenly was topsy turvy
I was beginning to worry

Oh my friend photon
How you stand still
While making the fast and furious
Delirious

Neil deGrasse Tyson
Said if you want to have some fun
Here is what might be done

If you are on the run
And the cops have a radar gun
And you want to beat a ticket

Tire physics is where you could stick it
Where the rubber meets the road
It is not often told, that the contact surface

Is not moving at all
And if that is not weird enough
The top of your tire, is moving twice as fast

As the car itself.

You needed a pause after that didn’t you?
You think I need a padded cell don’t you?
You think I am out of my gourd?

I made this up because I am bored?
Rest assured, my faculties are good
It is just that physics is often misunderstood

We are in no man’s land, not small enough
Not big enough to comprehend
And math in both cases is our only friend

That can help us understand.
That myopic clock on the wall
A thumbnail picture that’s all

Deceptive order in seconds and minutes
And hours, Dalinian paintings devour
Our laypersons point of view.
(end)

1. Color is in light, not objects. Get over it, I had to. I did. And now I love that fact.

2. If you could go as fast as a photon at the speed of light, from that perspective, you would perceive yourself as not moving.

3. Neil deGrasse Tyson gave me a lesson on the physics of your vehicle tires in a short of “Star Talk” I watched online. It is absolutely true that the contact area of the bottom of the tire IS AT 0mph. And the top of the tire is up to 2x the speed of the vehicle itself. Neil said basically if you could construct a device that could fool a radar gun you select the part of the tire that is going slower than the posted speed limit, you could beat the ticket. (not really possible at this point in time).

4. Salvador Dali has that famous melting clock painting and the word for similar styles is called “Dalinian”. It is my metaphor how our perceptions can be so different as far as point of view. In science terms he word is “relativity”.

5. Most people know the formula E=MC2. Deceptively simple but the reality is there is tons of math that go into that formula.

We don’t perceive these things because we are not macro bigger than the universe, nor are we smaller than an electron. We are in the middle, stuck with that boring clock on the wall that gives us the illusion of order. It is perspective ultimately.

I love shit like this, it beats the old goat herding mythology of antiquity.

Housewarming Gifts, By Brian37 (AKA Brian James Rational Poet on FB/META and @Brianrrs27 on Twitter/X)

You have the right to have Pride
Just don’t push the truth aside
Hamas has never been on your side

Black lives matter
Don’t want knees on their necks
You don’t have anything in common
With Hamas who are dregs

If you read
Sharia at all
Of peace and pluralism they will never call
They want to kill Jews, one and all

Hamas wants to do what Hitler did
Isis and Iran always their friends
Rape women, shoot kids in the head
No relenting till everyone’s dead

If you lived under their rule
As a minority you’d be a fool
To question their authority
They want theocratic autocracy

Your gifts would be beatings
Beheadings, immolation
Sexual assault
To assert domination

Their barbarity, no compunction
Your submission is their function
They’re not interested
In a pluralistic nation
(end)

This criticism is not a call to fear all Muslims. It is a challenge to my well intended but naive fellow liberals not to ignore the intent of Hamas which isn’t the same as innocent Palestinians. Palestinians want a two state solution for the right reasons. Hamas wants separation for one reason only, to use that as a staging ground to attack all Jews.

LGBTQ and Hispanics and Blacks if they were to move to Palestine they would not be welcome by Hamas. At best, if lucky, they might survive if they kept their mouth shut and never questioned their authority or demanded equality. And Hamas would do to LGBTQ what Isis did, and throw them off rooftops, or hang them publicly like Iran’s government has done in the past.

I love my fellow liberals because they have the empathy for the bullied, but they really need to learn full detailed histories before picking sides. It is ok to criticize Israel for their constant land grabs. It is not ok to use slaughter of unarmed concert goers and rape and butchering as a form of protest. That is terrorism, not protest.

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

This November nip, facing winter’s dip
My mood the brown leaf floating to the ground
No sound of blue jays or cricket chirps

My thermostat set at 72, outside the frost comes due
The calendar and clock are frozen too
The sky is ice and not a nice hue of blue

Bare branches smell of dampness, not quite ready to snow
The palm tree across the street doesn’t seem to know
My bones still ridged when outside so frigid

My mood is the fallen acorn that’s rotted, no seed
The squirrel in it’s den has plenty, no need
To worry like me

No smile, no frown, and I still feel down
The cold is the petal on an icicle rose
And as the wind blows outside my window

My mood is in a vacuum, vertigo, it wont let go
Weightless lukewarm thoughts meander aimlessly
As the vertical translucent jousts drip dangling

My brittle corpse a thousand blankets could not warm
Though my body temperature is 98.6 , I cannot fix
A fireplace to raise my cheer, no kindling near

Melancholy, I won’t be jolly, until the spring is here.

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

I want to live in between galaxies
Where I can avoid human fallacies
Where I am not affected
By their violent fantasies

Where I am not accused of heresy
They will kill me over their mythology
World domination oppressive ideology
The goat herder’s king lives in the sky

Those who blaspheme are certain to die
I want to live between galaxies
Where I can avoid human frailties
The sociopaths lost their faculties

They base their lives on absurdities
Doomed to repeat barbaric atrocities
I want to live between galaxies
Where I can avoid the human cacophony

Of bluster and fervor and bloodshed and hate
Where all claim entitlement and death is their fate
They froth at the glee for doomsday awaits
They slaughter and murder to get to a fictional gate

I want to live in interstellar space
No noise, no violence, silence my solace
Unfortunately no such oasis exists
I live in a world where ignorance persists.
(end)

This poem is aimed at all the world’s major religions, but more specifically right now at this point in history, the big Abrahamic three. I wish I could get off this planet and get away from bullshit human tribalism.

Menial, By Brian37 (AKA Brian James Rational Poet on FB/META and @brianrrs37 on Twitter/X)

Easy to learn when low you earn
Your energy you burn, the snobs wills scorn
Easy to learn doesn’t mean easy to do
When traffic is high and employees are few

They blame you for not moving up
Yet they ignore that you fill their coffee cup
They pick up your garbage yet you disparage
From your ivory tower in your crystal carriage

They get you to vote against your own self interests
Billionaire tax cuts to the national debt earns interest
“Starter job” their common resort
But who is behind the counter when the kids report

To high school or college, they will not acknowledge
Your existence as dignified or recognized
You are just something to be used and discarded
Work until the funeral home has their final profit

“Hard work” is a convenient cliche
Allowing the greedy bourgeoise
To use you as as pawns
While they play

I am not against the private sector
I am against any condescending lecture
That those at the bottom do not matter
While you sit in judgment at the top a squatter

You are not the “job creator”, demand is
Without the buyers to buy what you sell
Your business most certainly would fail
Without those workers no profits to show

“Menial” is a pejorative, passive aggressive word
Used by the assholes who won’t do the work
If you use labor don’t be a jerk
Livable wages are what they are worth.
(end)

I am not against the private sector. I get people wanting to own businesses. I am for mom and pop shops. But I am against corporate bullying and the blackmail of cutting jobs or shipping them overseas when you don’t get what you want.

I like that I can have a burger one day, and a pizza the next. I like deciding what I buy anywhere I go. But while inflation is normal and costs do have to be raised somewhat, 40 years of deregulation and don’t tax the rich has only done one thing, made billionaires richer. Livable wages are the only thing that keeps a society stable. Anything less is exploitation. Affordable health care and affordable housing and livable wages, are the things that will create less government dependency.

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

Decades stationary, laws reactionary
Unsatisfactory, categorical insanity
Militias of bygone eras, deadly errors

Flooded market they want more
Despite the carnage, despite the gore
Playing the Amendment Card

Robert was never fit to hold or handle
This weapon of war, much less any
But we live in the land of plenty

Plenty of bullets, high capacity clips
Swiss cheese our patterns become
With that hundred round drum

Guts spring out like the snake in the can
Hardly a prank that Wayne Pierre began
The cult leader of the NRA clan

Thoughts and prayers long since a cliche
The GOP’s dead horse beaten every day
The reaper’s profits shall have their way

Bullet proof backpacks are all they offer
The manufactures fill Republican coffers
Blame carousel they revolve over and over

“It’s the criminals”, “its the mentally ill”
“It’s violent video games”, “the church’s aren’t filled”
On all these lies, the obstruction will build

More and more and more get killed
The manufacture’s profits will be fulfilled
The carcass of loved ones soon to be chilled

The sane who don’t want this must be strong willed
The only sure way to prevent gun violence
Is vetting at time of buy and not reacting after someone dies

In and out, like a burger joint, easy to get
There is no point, to oblivion the masses are sent
No oasis for safety a life of torment

“Now’s not the time”, it never is for them
They’d rather live with daily deadly bedlam
The body count never unsettles them

It’s all a blood lobby marketing scam .
(end)

This poem is about all the bullshit reactions that come from the gun lobby and the GOP. They don’t give a shit how many people die. They want the rest of us to live with the carnage to satisfy their selfish insecurity. They are not interested in reducing firearm violence. And the worst part is one industry is lying to the public and seeing a bullshit Hollywood Dirty Harry utopia that does not exist, and falsely accusing sane people of being anti freedom when all we are is pro safety.

If you are as tired of all the firearm violence in America as I am, don’t let up. Take a little time every day to report any local gun violence, be it a suicide, or domestic violence, accidental, any kind, and report it to your local newspaper, news stations, national media, your state Representatives and Congresspeople. And demand that news media report less about motive and spend more time reporting the stats on deaths and the volume of firearms too. The real problem has away been ease of buy and the volume of firearms in circulation.

It will add up over time the more people do it. And it will unfortunately take time. This is a generational thing. It took 40 years to make things this bad, and the change will come, with persistence and perseverance.

We would love for all gun owners to work with safety advocates. But what will not happen anymore is the repetition of old dead arguments and reactionary bullshit. To the manufactures, your profits are not as important as public safety. Sane people are not going to let you control the narrative or bully us and hide behind the 2nd Amendment like cowards.

Guns can never kill an idea. And the sane have the idea that we don’t have to live like this. We don’t have to make guns like candy or hand them out like candy.

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

You behave as if it was in the womb
The labor went on your obsession consumed
The repetition is filling the tombs

The past slides and swings on the playground
The shattered lives the body parts found
The latest bowling ally, the pins fall around

Out for a drink, bloody Mary Happy Hour
Spray the lead, in crimson they shower
The fetish of this object, their pacifier

If as if it breathed and slept in a cradle
Fragile and innocent, yet you are unable
To see it as the malignant tumor it is

A compulsion, a delusion, it’s for protection?
It’s just insecurity a deadly infection
Resulting from cultish indoctrination

Body bags filled with your infatuation
Toe tags sleep on a morgue’s slab
Wreath makers are pleasantly sad

E.R. Doctors are thrilled with our laws
The shattered sculls and broken jaws
Everyday shooters run through the halls

High capacity ejaculate, “good guy” sales pitch
Immaculate. It’s just an addictive opiate
You scream of the 2nd because you are desperate

You are a liar who needs a pacifier
You bully the rest of us and have no desire
For public safety that would require

Knowing that objects aren’t living
And that 18 more are not breathing
Because of your seething

Self serving selfishness.
(end)

Notes on this poem.

“The past slides and swings on the playground” Is the sick realization that not even Newtown reversed our attitudes about firearms.

“The latest bowling ally, the pins fall around”

And ” Out for a drink, bloody Mary Happy Hour”

Obvious as to the date of this poem and national news.

A bowling ally and bar were shot up by the same killer.

Meowio Furmieux, By Brian37 (AKA Brian James Rational Poet on FB/META and @Brianrs37 on Twitter/X)

Maybe she thinks she is a Gretzky
My little furball crazy Kelly
She has no Grace but quite silly
With her plush fish toy she plays hockey

She slaps it around like a puck
The vinyl flooring it won’t get stuck
Like an air hockey table it is slick
Then under the utility shelf it will stick

I could call her for icing,
She finds this toy so enticing
She needs to work on her shuffling
You’ll never see her passing

Then she charges the shelf one on one
No goalie in sight she’s having fun
On her way to a hat trick
The Stanly Cup she’s won
(end)

My cat Kelly likes to slap around a tiny plush fish toy, and on vinyl flooring it slides very easily, but I have this very low lying plastic utility shelfing and the bottom shelf has a small gap under it and she inevitably slaps it under the bottom shelf where it gets stuck. She does this on purpose because she knows I have magic powers(I use a stick because the shelves have slats in them, I can simply push the stick out). Then no more than 2 to 5 minutes later, the toy is stuck again.

The name of the poem is a spoof of the real Hall Of Fame NHL hockey Player Mario Lemieux, thus “Meowio Furmieux”.

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

I heard that you were missing me
I heard that you were worried
You panicked and you hurried
You called the 9:30 Club

At the Woodrow Wilson Bridge
Two days had passed by since
You saw nothing on my x
You thought the worst was next

You were worried and perplexed
You couldn’t have thought I was hexed
Atheists don’t have premonitions
But you did have some suspicions

The book worm called me on my cell
You thought maybe I was burning in hell
You wondered if I was well
Maybe of rigor or rotten smell

You forgot about my other account
Your fear did needlessly mount
I answered her all at last
No Cat, I certainly had not passed

Rumors of my death
Premature my last breath
You panicked needlessly
I am as alive as I can be
(end)

So I have a friend named Cat who didn’t see any “Tweets” from me in a few days and panicked, so she got our mutual friend from the D.C area, our friend, who is a voracious reader, to call me on my cell, and they got a hold of me on a three way call. She was relieved that I was ok but wondered why I hadn’t posted in a while, and I asked her if she looked at my other account, and she laughed and admitted she forgot about my other account.

Point is it is nice to know you have friends that care. I mean that seriously. Thank you Cat for caring.