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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  • No Escape

    No Escape, By Brian37 (AKA Brian James Rational Poet on FB/META and @Brianrrs37 on Twitter)

    If age were to be conquered
    An unemployed reaper
    Surly would be
    Deprived of it’s grim bounty
    Unfortunately
    Such conquest
    Is not possible
    So as long as
    The passenger jet
    Is in flight
    Take the turbulence
    With the window seat
    For it is
    The only ride
    We get.
    (end)

  • I now have a new account at

    http://www.allpoetry.com under the user name “RationalPoet37”

  • Heads For Twitter users

  • Heads For Twitter users

    Elon in his infinite wisdom is screwing with his app again making things worse of course. I cannot see my own profile page Tweets.

    I have joined a FACEBOOK/META poetry page called

    Facebook Poetry Society. I am also on the “Tribel” app under

    “Brian James Rational Poet” @rationalpoet. <– on Tribel.

  • Little Blue Bird

    Little Blue Bird, By Brian37 (AKA Brian James Rational Poet on FB/META and @Brianrs37 on Twitter)

    Little blue bird, you are a turd
    You know this stunt is absurd
    You have billions
    Or haven’t you heard

    Just like your rocket
    You cant fucking hack it
    Blow up your own app
    Why did you buy it?

    Fired brilliant people
    Down to a skeleton crew
    Your thumb up your ass
    You don’t know what to do

    It was on the DOW, but somehow
    You managed to screw
    All those investors
    And your customer’s too

    When is enough, enough
    For you,
    The billions you make
    Not enough for you.

    We are your lab rats
    I guess you think that
    Reward all your ass kissing
    Sycophants

    Can’t make enough money
    Selling add space
    Crappy check mark
    Limited rates

  • Destroy The Binary

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

    Nuance
    Is not binary
    Either/or
    Is not a library
    Such narrow mind
    Is contrary
    Arbitrary
    And can only carry
    The infection
    Of ignorance

    Boxes contain
    The virus of hate
    Seething rampage
    They crash the gate
    Propaganda
    Is their diet
    False martyrs
    They play
    I don’t buy it

    The fool’s library
    Is that of one book
    The fool’s leaders
    Don’t want you to look
    The fool’s gold
    Is the pyrite sold
    The fool’s story
    Is one so old
    Hatred told
    Is musty mold

    It is the fire
    Deliberately set
    It is the bully
    That feels no guilt
    It is the bigotry
    Apathy built
    It is the patchwork
    Of evil’s quilt

    Chambers
    That echo
    Are a sycophant’s bliss
    Cobra’s venom
    The deadly kiss
    Get out, get out
    Of the hazy mist
    Dirty drudge
    Away from slugs
    (end)

  • Roses Spite

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

    It’s no delight,
    In dead of night
    To be alone,
    By a silent phone
    What was once then
    Has met an end
    A thorn that pricks
    Has made me sick
    Dashing hopes
    My mind plays tricks
    Knots have bound me
    No love has found me
    No love beside me
    Half bed empty
    Left and lonely
    Call me, call me
    No one can hear me
    Photograph faded
    I’ve paid dearly
    Surely, surely
    A cure to be found
    But not as long
    As the rose is around.
    (end)



  • Inevitable

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

    Oh Maya
    Such delicate prose
    As strong as titanium
    You could fill the Palladium
    Stanzas your medium
    What stubborn avoidance
    You state in defiance
    “Refusal” to let your encore
    Be your last breath
    I would differ as to say
    Another meeting of lips
    When you speak of love
    In some future not configured
    It is inevitable
    In spite of want
    So deep no depth
    Is to be found
    That the heart
    Always stops
    (end)

    This is an ode response poem to Maya Angelou’s poem “Refusal”

    https://allpoetry.com/Refusal <—– By Maya Angelou.

    It is that old desire to want that one last kiss, that one last hug. Unfortunately none of us live forever and such poems to me read bittersweet, even outside of romance when we are talking about family.

  • Indelible

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

    Carved into marble, words need not be
    Pyramids, gold death masks, in a tomb
    Taj Mahal, obelisks, mausoleum, make room
    The mark of the poets are always in bloom

    They speak of the sun, daisies and dewdrops
    They speak of the rainbows when the storm stops
    They speak of the lovers, embraced, unrequited
    They speak of their pets when they get excited

    They are your stitches, they are your scars
    They are the singers in smoky piano bars
    They are the telescope focused on Mars
    They are the comets and shooting stars

    They are your dreams of the sandy beach
    They are your passed loved ones, out of reach
    They are your nightmares, darkness besieged
    They are laughter when you are pleased

    Carved into marble, they need not be
    Indelible ink for all to read
    The poet’s words centuries last
    Hometown library the dye is cast

    Home on a bookshelf in a study
    Pick up and ponder when you’re ready
    Professor assigns you in collage class
    Or back yard pool, a time to pass

    Night time sheets, tv set off
    Covers burry you in winter’s draft
    Furry companions sleep on your lap
    The adventure set, the poem your map

    Carved into marble, words need not be
    Indelible ink, for all to read
    Hunger for passion, making a plea
    Oceans of depth , a violent sea

    Indelible ink, for all to read
    The cut causes pain, blood to bleed
    Clues fingerprints, at the crime scene
    Shamrocks and clovers show off the green

    Carved into marble, words need not be
    To query our motive is no mystery
    Life experience leads to creativity
    Love is the paper and pen is the seed.
    (end)

    EDIT IN MY POEM

    Former line in the second stanza read
    “They speak of the pet when it gets excited”

    I changed it to

    “They speak of their pets when they get excited”

    Copy change and copywrite applies to both my twitter accounts Rationalpoet@Brianrrs37 and Brian@rationalpoet37 even though the old version is posted there.

  • Midnight Thunder

    Midnight Thunder, (AKA Brian James Rational Poet on FB/META and @Brianrrs37 on Twitter)

    Rumble rumble
    In my bed I tumble
    Thunder thunder
    I get no slumber

    Rattle rattle
    Shutters prattle
    Roar of rain
    Pounds on pane

    Burry my head
    Under my pillow
    Close my eyes
    Done in vein

    Rumble rumble
    In my bed I tumble
    Thunder thunder
    I get no slumber

    Reverberating boom
    Shaking my room
    Insomnia looms
    Hesitates then resumes

    Rattle rattle
    Shutters prattle
    Roar of rain
    Pounds on pane

    Now resigned
    To be awake
    Of this poem
    Time I take

    For I am not
    Of sleep to get
    Inspired this poem
    I have no regret

    Rumble rumble
    In my bed I tumble
    Rattle rattle
    Shutters prattle

    Thunder thunder
    I get no slumber
    Of this poem
    I hope you remember.
    (end)

    Actually it was 2:15 am when I started writing this. I have no shutters, so that is poetic license on my part.