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.

    UPDATE EDIT AS OF 11/13/2024. I have a new account at Bluesky Soical under the handle @rationalpoet37.bsky.social .

     

     

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  • Ingrate

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

    I put food in your dish
    You still look up at the bag and wish
    For my sympathy you fish
    That furry little face won’t mesh
    You’re still going to try your best
    To get me to put food in your dish
    Are you kidding me?
    You haven’t touched a bite
    Try as you might
    You won’t win this fight
    Look, look at your dish
    It is full, I am no fool
    Over my eyes that wool
    You won’t pull
    (end)

    Every so often my cats will still want food seconds after I put food in their dish, then put the bag back on the shelf. They will walk over to the shelf and stare at the bag. Confused I will look in their dish and they haven’t touched a bite. WHAT THE FUCK? LOL I still love them.

  • Lordanus Brunus Nolanus

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

    Burnt at the stake for making the mistake
    Of telling the truth about the sparkling night
    Lights being suns and not just stars

    But these are the scars, the fatalities of progress
    Dare they suggest that the church was wrong
    For their truth telling their pyre was strong

    Wood stacked around him and tied to a post
    There ignorance lead them torture the host
    Denying the reality of our cosmos

    There can be only one sun, and son of God
    Those observers of science shall burn in flames
    Blasphemy the zealots violently shames

    Blistering skin, the monsters became
    Oppressors breath death burning his his name
    Opiate of madness the scientist gets blame

    Campo de Flori the execution square
    The fervent faithful murdered with glee
    Screams of terror in agony

    This multiple solar complexity
    To the magots, it could not be
    For one book is all they see.
    (end)

    Giordano Bruno, Italian cosmological theorist and philosopher and poet dared to suggest that the other nighttime sky lights were suns just like in our solar system and was burned at the stake by the church for heresy and blasphemy. Lordanus Brunus Nolanus (AKA Filippo Bruno) was his latin birth name.

    He lived from 1548 to February 17th 1600 when he was executed in Campo de Flori.

    https://www.britannica.com/biography/Giordano-Bruno



  • Subway School

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

    The kids of Ukraine, incapable of understanding
    Adult war, they live in fear every day of dying
    And those with the GOP are constantly lying
    That it is a war of choice, they silence history’s voice

    Russia’s President Putin, is the product that’s certain
    Of old Soviet Communism, a KGB spy on the sly
    He will always try, to interfere in our politics

    Their schools not made of bricks, underground they sit
    In the subways they sit at desks, to avoid the bombing above
    GOP shows them no love, abandon them they would
    Not that they should

    Occupied once was Poland, and half of Berlin as well
    Russia put them through hell, the truth will not be quelled
    As Ukraine get’s shelled, classes underground are held
    The shaking of the earth, the kids are what it’s worth

    Kidnapped some are too, by the Russian army who
    Commit war crimes all day through, all their schools are all gone
    Burned them to the ground, flattened all around
    Nighttime booms, danger looms, no shelter to be found

    PTSD, surely those kids see, misery every day
    The GOP wants to take away, what little safety they have
    They’ll end up on a slab, or prisoners of war
    Putin will want more, of this all should abhor

    Rumble, shake, blast and take, more territory
    Terrified are the teachers, the scars that will leave such
    November 9th, 1989, the wall fell, yet memories rust
    The kids are in the subways and the GOP is not just
    (end)

    It is bad enough the asshole GOP want to abandon our ally and cede Ukraine to Putin, the literal product of Soviet Communism and a KGB spy. Putin who just met with Communist dictator Kim Jong Un to ask North Korea for weapons to continue to attack our ally Ukraine.

    If anyone thinks Putin would stop at Ukraine if we gave Ukraine up, you are fooling yourself. And on top of that saying to the kids of Ukraine, “fuck you”.

  • The Risk

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

    The heart of stone
    Can never know
    The pain of the porcelain vase
    It is a case of dare to love
    To risk the unrequited
    To risk a later loss
    It is the cost
    The price of passion
    The thrill of embrace
    The comfort of a mate
    To never be open
    Is to deny living
    To deny the feeling
    Of an emotion that is so great
    It is a hard tumble
    Rollercoaster rumble
    Indy car heartbeat
    If it ends in defeat
    It is a win none the less
    If you’ve done your best
    (end)

  • Help Me

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

    Felis silvestris, the pair of them
    Darting about like Vincent Price
    Jeff Goldblum, chasing a fly in the room

    Zoom zoom, across the floor
    The darting target went from the door
    To the window, to find an escape

    Caught between the blinds and the pane
    Their heads back and forth
    Like watching a tennis match

    My feline pair wanted to dispatch
    No longer interested in my fish on a string
    They got bored found a new plaything

    “Help me, help me” in a squeaky voice
    The tiny critter had no choice
    My two cats were on the chase

    Trailing the fly all over the place.
    (end)

    My cats were playing with me and their favorite toy my plush fish toy on the end of a string attached to a small plastic stick. Suddenly a fly went by and that was it, they were done with my toy. Talk about squirls and shiny objects.

    FYI Felis Silvestris Catus is the species scientific classification for the domestic house cat.

  • Fragile Ego

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

    You step in front of him after claiming
    He is “all powerful” to protect him
    But what is it really you are protecting?

    This omnipotent defensive linebacker
    Could sack me with a body slam so hard
    I’d break through earth’s crust
    And melt in the molten mantel

    Funny how his hurricanes and tornados
    Have failed to kill this loathsome atheist
    And what a carpet bomber he is in his attempts

    Lighting strikes church in flames, floods kill his followers
    Tornado’s flatten their houses, and here I am, still here
    Listening to you threaten me on his behalf

    Seems odd that he would need a bodyguard
    A marketing department, a public relations firm
    Does it make you squirm, my pointing out inconsistencies?

    These absurdities? It isn’t that he exists that you do this
    It is the fear of being wrong, the fear of being finite
    The fear that you’ve wasted your time on a myth

    If you have the “faith” you say you do
    Then there is nothing I can do to hurt him
    So by logical consistency there is no need for you to be

    In the middle of a beef you are not involved in.
    Please don’t falsely claim now that I am oppressing you
    My blasphemy is aimed at bad logic to prove

    To me it is tragic this being so fragile and pathetic
    As to use threats, like an abusive spouse, a stalker
    Incapable of calm reason and explanation

    It seems to me you’ve made no examination
    Have no introspection, no contemplation
    Of the flaws in your argumentation

    Appeal to authority blindly, and how convenient
    Your God just happens to hate the same people
    You do.
    (end)

  • Fascist Adjacent

    Fascist Adjacent, by Brian37 (AKA Brian James Rational Poet on FB/META and @Brianrrs37 on Twitter/X)

    He fanned the flames of Obama’s name
    Lied about his birthplace all the same
    Down the escalator the monster came
    Hispanics he called rapists all to defame

    McCain no hero, but he’s the real zero
    Stood next to Putin and took his side
    Tossed our intel into the trash with pride

    Cozied up to Kim Jong Un, love letters
    He thought were fun, it’s not over
    He’s not done

    When we were kids, we knew the rules
    When you lost a fair game, you’d gracious lose
    Just like a mafia boss, he’ll burn at all cost

    One hundred and forty officers injured
    Because of his incitement, including two murdered
    He’s doing the damage, democracy beleaguered

    Sewing distrust in our institutions
    Fascism may here come to fruition
    Malignant authoritarian’s manifestation

    The liable rapist stole classified documentation
    One man wrecking ball leads to annihilation

    Relying on fear and gullibility, the grifter’s shriek
    Dog whistle racism, he knows how to speak
    Puffs out his chest when he’s really weak

    Scapegoat and bully is all he can do
    Nothing he says comes close to the truth
    Orange jaundice vicious and mean

    The worst politician America has ever seen.






  • Legacy

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

    Legacy
    Is temporary
    Memories fade
    As suns die
    New ones made
    In cosmic time
    Sagan’s blip
    On this tiny ship
    We call earth
    Our short trip
    Is always finite
    So it’s best
    To be kind
    In the time we have.
    (end)

  • Lost Light

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

    I can’t really laugh anymore
    There doesn’t seem a reason to be
    I can’t really talk anymore
    It’s all been drained out of me

    I’ve seen what a snake you are
    That is all you will ever be
    You succeed selling your lies
    Excel at conning society

    Slick peddling serpent’s oil
    Shrill of a piercing scream
    Losing my grip of hope
    Lost in this nightmare dream

    I can’t really laugh anymore
    There doesn’t seem a reason to be
    I can’t really talk anymore
    It’s all been drained out of me

    Eyes of millions blind
    Out of this cult they cant find
    Jim Jones comes to mind
    It takes a certain kind

    To run to run off the precipice
    Throw America into an abyss
    To no depth they wont sink
    Our democracy on the brink

    This malignant meteor about to strike
    Plunge the nation into dark of night
    They’ve taken away women’s rights
    Humanity’s frightful blight

    I can’t really laugh anymore
    There doesn’t seem a reason to be
    I can’t really talk anymore
    It’s all been drained out of me

    It is the boiling of the sea
    It is the flames of raging hate
    Vengeful petulant child
    Autocracy on his slate

    The day is coming near
    The land of growing fear
    His feckless voice I always hear
    The solution must be clear

    I can’t really ignore anymore
    There doesn’t seem a reason to be
    Complacency is certain doom
    Obliterate his grip on thee

    You cannot sit this out
    No matter how tired you are
    You have to fight this fraud
    It’s coming down to the wire

    Don’t flee from this needed fight
    Don’t turn and look away
    Don’t let the bully win
    He won’t get his way


  • Oh But A flicker

    Oh But A flicker, By Brian37 (AKA Brian James Rational Poet on FB/META and @Brianrrs37 on Twitter/X)

    “Do you know who I am?”
    The insolent self entitled demand
    Yes I know who you are
    No humility, no empathy

    Parade around in your vanity
    Wring your fist hypocritically
    Make proclamations incessantly
    Sore loser reacting violently

    Out to leave life’s mark
    The vitriol couldn’t be more stark
    The bluster with a hollow bark
    A pig who thinks he’s a shark

    Fancies oneself a hero
    Always has been a zero
    Legacy of a clown
    Bringing the country down

    Power isn’t forever
    Even the evil perish
    You’re nothing but a flicker
    History will never cherish
    (end)