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

You don’t have to
Ram it down his throat
That football
Is something he

Knows nothing about
You are not a
Macaw
But a McCall

L 56
Always a wreck
Need a washer
No, you had a drier

Terwilliger
Was always in your face
You didn’t like being called
The “brass cupcake”

Homicide was your beat
You policed the L.A. Streets
I just read your like
Of my Tweet

That was really neat.
(end)

“Hunter” was a tv cop who had a partner (character) named Dee Dee McCall. Just like Kelly from Charlie’s angels I also wanted Dee Dee to jump through that TV screen and save me from the bullies.

Anyway heads up on some of the references in the show.

Fred Dryer before playing the character “Hunter” was a player in the NFL and on the LA Rams before he started acting. There was an inside joke on the show Hunter where Dee Dee’s character says “What would you know about football”.

L-56 was the car number of the pair and whatever car they had was always a big junker as a running joke in the show.

“Terwilliger” was an internal affairs cop who was inept and nobody liked and was always trying to get Hunter and Dee Dee in hot water, but never does in the show.

“Brass cupcake” was a sexist line used in the first season, fortunately that got dropped.

Anywho, I got a like today from the actress for saying I liked the show Hunter and that inside joke about Hunter not knowing anything about football.

I got a “like” from one of my Tweets from the actress Stepfanie Kramer who played Dee Dee. This poem is not serious at all. It is just a fond and silly look back and another “isn’t that neat” that someone I liked watching on TV recognized me.

727s vs Carcharodon Carcharias, By Brian37 (AKA Brian James Rational Poet on FB/META and @brianrrs37 on Twitter)

Up in the clouds somewhere
Elton only spoke of one
Left out Brody,
But called him Benny

Mesopotamia,
The centuries
Of romance of the violence
Us vs them, kill all others in defiance

Romeo and Juliet
West side story
Of Israel
My sky daddy

Can beat up
Your sky daddy
Send the loser
To hell

Yea you picked
The correct club
You’re sticking up
For the right one

Allah vs Jesus
Sharks vs Jets
Knives, clubs and guns
Worst musical ever.

(end)

I cant fix my Title Banner, just ignore it.

I GOT AT TWEET FROM KELLY, I GOT A TWEET FROM KELLY.
What are you looking at me for, you clicked on it. Yes, I am pathetic.

But I will have some real serious poems soon so hang in there, I am only on my first cup of coffee and I need to take my morning meds.

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

Got a pidder
Of a kitty
You cant stop

Thinking about
So cute it makes you shout
HOW ADORABLE!

Then you have to
Go to work
And leave the poor puddy

At home, button cute
Around it roams
Perched on the windowsill

Looking at birds
At the feeder
Paws press on the pane

It won’t get to neither
Darting eyes follow
Playful little hunter

And at your job you toil
Waiting to get home to spoil
That little furball will coil

Up and in your lap
There to take a nap
You look down at it

You cant resist a pet
You never stop
Thinking cat nip

Redorable is all there is.
(end)

I made up another word. Instead of “Adorable” “Redorable” is the word you use when you cant stop thinking about how cute your kitten or cat is.

The Myth Of Isolation, By Brian James Rational Poet on FB/META and @brianrss37 on Twitter)

The dunes
Of the equator
Barron arid abandon
Seems like nothing
Can exist in
But that is when
You realize the oasis
Is not a marriage
There are others
Felling the heat
Along with you
The water is there
If you look for it.

While it is true
Impossible to
Live through
The exact lives
Of others
This desert
Isolation
Is uncovered

You have company
There are many
Looking for
That same well
In the middle
Of the lonely hell
No one can tell

You how to feel
But if you talk it through
With those around you
You’ll see their pain too

And as alone
As you may feel
That well was never dry
Others understand why you cry.

So when the heat
Is really high
And the sandstorm
Blinds your eyes

You feel close
To your demise
The illusion
That is the real lie

Is that you are alone
Dry bone, gone, withered
Dust evaporated,
Destroyed

It doesn’t have to be
That desperate fatality
Just do yourself a favor
And talk to somebody.
(end)

I have been severely depressed, lonely and a deep feeling of isolation many times in my life. But as old and wise as I am now, and especially having watched my late mother take her last breath, I can tell you life can throw some really horrible unbearable pain at you.

But you really are not as alone as you think. If you ever feel that low, talk to someone. You don’t even have to have all the answers, nobody ever does. Sometimes you simply just want a shoulder to cry on, without any advise to be given, just an ear to listen to you.

But seeking answers or not, don’t hold it in, let it out, get it out. That to me has always proven to be the best coping mechanism for me. Nobody has to tell you what to do or fix everything for you. If you want advice that is fine too. But if all you want is an ear to listen, that is fine too.

But ultimately, always know, you really are not as alone as you may think.

Once Upon A Time, By Brain37 (AKA Brian James Rational Poet on FB/META and @brianrrs37 on Twitter)

I said, “Let there be light”
Ok who is he speaking to?
Why would I need to “let”

To do, if he is all powerful too?
But I digress, regress, and progress
I must confess, this isn’t starting off well

I’ll create day and night, but
One light for the day, one light for the night
Why only do that once, I’ll do that twice

Isn’t that nice? Now I need some scenery
Some greenery, even adult plants
But please don’t point out photosynthesis

I need some poker chips” POOF”
I’ll give one a space rocket
I’ll give the other a place to park it

Then I’ll tell them they cant do it
It’s really annoying I didn’t listen
I made Christopher Hitchens

Who pointed out much later
That I put their entertainment centers
In the middle of a sewage system

Shit, you’re starting to think
Can’t have that, I know, cute animals
Name them, dude, that’s all I’ll let you do

Now walk around in the nude
Hey there snake man, whacha up to?
You want to make a wager with me?

Ok, lets see, what’s the bet?
Is that all? Is that it? They won’t do it
And to prove it, here is a tree

You can slither up it and see
But blame it on the bitch
Slither up that tree

Tempt him, with that apple
Oh shit, she did it, fuck
I didn’t have to do it

This isn’t what I expected
Fig leaves, nudity, shame
I know who to blame

Even though I set up the game
I’ll blame Adam and Eve
Even though they were innocent

And had no say, in the setup
In the rules, poker chips
For me and the ground troll to abuse

Now are you ready for part two?
Be a good Hebrew, and nobody gets hurt
These assholes are fucking up

On a boat I’ll get Noah to work
Then, even though I don’t have to
Even though I will drown

In a worldwide act of genocide
Every one that has not bowed
To my brutal arbitrary demands

Didn’t they learn from the Pharaoh
When I killed all those kids
Over a beef I had with him?

So these two Australian Kangaroos
Swam from there across the Indian ocean
To get to a boat , to stay afloat

Yea ok, so what, 100s of thousands
Millions dead, who didn’t kiss my ass
Who chose other gods instead?

Never mind it would have included
Pregnant women, toddlers
Among the dead

Gaseous bloated bodies
Bobbing in the salt water
Like apples in a tub

Don’t think about the rub
The flood is almost done
Now it’s time for family fun

Take your pick, 7 or 12
Survivors, seems pretty limited
This gene pool I am stuck with

But hey, their rockets and pockets
Still work, get to work, don’t
Worry about ending up with cousins

You’ll make dozes of cousins
Into millions and millions
Damn it humans, this still ain’t working

After all that brutality, I mean compassion
After cleaning this housing, but flooding it
My lab rats still aren’t getting it

I know what will fix it
I will fake a suicide
I’ll do it as me

I’ll pretend to care
But it isn’t selfless
It is selfish

I want all the glory
Cant you see the irony
I want your new logo to be

A torture device
A murder tool
A symbol so cruel

Are you noticing a theme yet
This worship of death
This worship of violence

I will crush your defiance
I demand your compliance
I’ll bring you roses

Like a beaten wife
I’ll beg your forgiveness
All day and all night

But if I beat you again
You know it is right
I do it because I love you

I killed myself for you
Not really, I’m still here
Bugging you, threatening you

Damn it, it’s not working
First the garden, then the boat
Then my fake suicide of which I take pride

I am getting fed up
It’s my Xbox
And you’re my characters

But I suck at this
I cant get it right
You still do bad things

So I’ll burn you all alive
Billions of you, billions
I’ll punish you all forever

And save my loyal minions
Once upon a time
I couldn’t make up my mind

I got frustrated with my toys
My props my things
Once upon a time.

Then it was all downhill after that.
(end)

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

Aaron Spelling
I am glad that
Part of your pitch

Got shot down
But you brought
Sabrina, Jill and Kelly

To town
Every woman
Wanted to be them

And every guy around
Well, lets just say
We had gone crazy

I had the board game
And that pink van
I watched you every week

As much as I can
Dreamed of being rescued
Dreamed of dating you

Now it is 2022
You think it was all through
But no

Two weeks ago
I got the thrill of my life
The actress took the time

To answer fan’s questions
Online, I didn’t know
If Jaclyn would take the time

I asked her who
Her favorite poet was
And her favorite movie

I didn’t expect an answer
Her fans,
She had so many

But there it was on the screen
I shouted a giddy scream
This has to be a dream!

Just so that you know
She loves Maya
Angelou

Her auto correct
Although
“Gone With The Window”

And just so you all know
I have a friend down the road
Who wants to give kittens a home

I was originally
Only going to get one
But two are going to be far more fun

Both are going to be girls
One named Anneplath
No, no, that’s not a gaff

Can you guess the second?
Garrett would be a hint
That Tweet is what did it

Aaron Spelling thank you
I may not have three Angels
But a kitty named Kelly is fine with me.
(end)

FYI Aaron Spelling pitched the idea for the show and originally called it Ally Cats. I am sooooo glad that did not turn out to be the case. I don’t think the show would have lasted. Anywho it ended up being called what everyone knows now.

So two weeks ago, I got a Tweet from THE Jaclyn Smith in a Q and A online not expecting it considering the volume of fans she has. I ssssss’d my pants when I saw the Tweet and I shook for a good half hour.

Now, I am very realistic about all this. She is just an actor, she has a life of her own, we are not friends we do not know each other. But it is still a neat thing when you get to converse with or shake hands with someone you admire.

And her auto correct kicked in and replaced “Wind” with “Window” when I asked her what her favorite movies were.

So now that this has happened, I am annoying (in a very silly playful sense) the hell out of my friends constantly reminding them I got at Tweet from Kelly. Kind of like when Harry Stone from “Night Court” talks about singer Mel Torme or Christine Sullivan talks about Princess Diana all the time.

SO JUST TO ANNOY YOU GUYS, I GOT A TWEET FROM KELLY! I GOT A TWEET FROM KELLY! NEENER NEENER NEENER!

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

The parted living
The loves that crashed
The haunting reasons
Of why they left
Restless tossing
Slumber elusive
Desire intrusive
The twilight projector
Flickers the past
Memories of loves
That did not last.
(end)

This poem isn’t expressing any recent life event of mine. But I can guess everyone reading this has experienced at some point, a rejection a separation, that was painful and initially caused them restless nights, or bad dreams as a result.

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

Angler fish
Gruesome jowls
Attracts it’s minions

In the deepest bowels
The joker’s smile
It’s vile bellows

It growls and grows
The dog whistle bait
It most certainly knows

It’s a fly fisher
Living under a rock
The oceans of fascism

The bigot’s dock
Once they’re hooked
They can’t be saved

Hist third attempt
To dig us a grave
He swims under dolphins

His resort his coffin
The artifice attractive
He hopes you’re distracted

The ugliest bastard
The lowest of low
He won’t take us down

The orange clown.
(end)

I think everyone can figure out who I am saying “fuck you” to.

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

#ugly poems
Are never that
They are the raw
The spoken

Wounds of life
Crimson ink
In black heart
And beating red

With despair, defeat
Survival, wisdom
The kindred therapy
Of universal empathy

Compassion, art
Never quiet
Never need be
Always will be

My therapy.
(end)

Poetry is the therapy of my life at least. When I read other’s poetry that touches on a pain I have felt myself, it lets me know I am not alone. I have to thank all the wonderful poets who put their emotions and their lives out there raw, for everyone to see. They all have to know they have touched someone, multiple people, and those people find some sort of oasis and comfort in an ugly world.