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, 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, 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, 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, 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, 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, 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, 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, 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, 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)