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

The bloated Basilisk, spins his tales of woes
Blaming all of his foes, on middle school grounds
His fist he petulantly pounds, incoherent sounds

Hopscotch he plays, cheats in various ways
Mar A Lago monkey bars, paying off porn stars
Grifter, rapist, con, incompetent mafia don

Marionette, sleeps in a bassinet
Lindsey is his pet, Putin pulls his strings
“Victim” he falsely sings, wife buried on golf green

Lexicon is obscene, baby bottle needs
Eloquent he’ll never be, worst in history
Soiled presidency, will kill democracy

It should have been the end
When his first campaign began
“They’re rapists” he once said

It should have been lights out
When the words came out of his mouth
“McCain is no hero”, but he is the real zero

Scapegoats, vilifies, the sane know, it’s all lies
Lord Of The Flies in disguise, fascism on the rise
Our Republic compromised, despot he wants to be

Only the blind cannot see, he will bring just misery
Sycophants his company, purging all dissent
The Basilisk is hell bent, he never will repent

Spineless slithering, slimy blithering dimwit
Constitution under threat, throats he will slit
That would be it, if we don’t take command

If we don’t make our stand, burry him in the sand
On the Jersey shore, no choice but to win this war
Down to the wire, put out this dumpster fire
(end)

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

He blinked the universe into existence
He made Adam a mate in an instant
But to write his book, seems inconsistent

To take over a thousand years
Over 40 authors with books left out
Used flawed humans to write his words down

I know I am being quite the contrarian
When I point out those popular historians
Apologists like to claim, that did not live at the same

Time the bible claims the Jesus character existed
This stuck in my craw, and has long since persisted
“Metaphor” enlisted, “out of context” they cited

When convenient, to their cause, it’s over conflated
No logic related, no consistency found, absurdity abounds
Science ignored, reason gored, by this God of lore

Jealous and vindictive, hardly constructive
Tells you how to beat your slave, tells you
Rape is ok, female virgins are prizes of war

Infanticide, genocide, the blood will pour
And at the end of the day, you have no say
Burn in hell, or languish, mindless, in heaven’s bore.

What will is to be had, if the plan is set
What use is prayer if the plot is writ
I see no validity in this made up script
(end)

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

In those awkward years, living under fears
Of words, razor sharp, wire with bloody barb
No armor, vulnerable, I was

The tackling dummy, an easy mark
I wanted to turn green, rise up like the Hulk
And vanquish my tormenters, unrelenting

They were, and their quill full of insults
Belittling, berating, laughing, taunting
I was always wanting, to respond

Split second, in the moment
To come up with something
A comeback, to silence them

A bombshell gem, quick wit
Make them split, make them quit
Make them go away, without delay

If I could advise that isolated self
Clumsy, tearful oaf, who had no help
I would tell that me, it is ok to be

Me, in the skin I am in. I would tell that me
They will not amount to be anything more
Than a bad memory, they won’t last

Long since past, you’ll move away
They will have no say, your prison break
You will escape that tyranny .

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

Klan shirt, Putin shoes
Rikers is where I’m going to
Spray tan face , red tie
My sycophants don’t even question why

MAGAS kiss my ass just as fast as they can
White nationalist go crazy about Sharpie Man

Small crotch, mushroom dong
I can’t even go that long
Fart stinks, dick is thin
When I pull it out I’m going to bore you in
Stormy went running as fast as she can
Cause sane people cant stand the Sharpie Man

I brag about my bat
I always lie because it’s short and fat
Libido fades, premature
Broken Sharpie and getting no love

MAGAs kiss my ass just as fast as they can
White Nationalist go crazy about a Sharpie Man.

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

I am humble enough
To accept I am
As finite as
Any other life
As finite as
The weed
In my yard
As finite as
The squirrel
In the tree
As finite as
The fish
In the sea
As finite as
The bumble bee

It humbles me
To know
Even when I go
The atoms in me
Won’t cease to be
I recycle them
Constantly
The death of a star
Exploded violently
That lead to
The atoms in me

I am a living fractal
However so temporary
Even the pterodactyl
Met it’s meteor demise
Ever lasting life is a lie
It would be better to try
To accept the world
As it is, that is
If we open our eyes

It should not
Surprise
If one is to find
We can still be kind
Have peace of mind
In this finite time
There is no fame
Etched in stone
That does not erode
Eventually
We can potentially
Extend our ride
Minus arrogant pride
Though the ride
Will always end

Lets not pretend
Lets not dwell
On a fictional hell
On the final toll
Of the last bell
Let our fears quell
Lets focus on
On the now
On the show
Already in progress
(end)

Empty Page, By Brian37 (AKA Brian James Rational Poet On FB/META And @Brianrrs37 on Twitter/X)

Where are you, I know you are there
Where are you, you give me a scare
I sit at my keyboard with a blank stare

Where are you, I want you to rise
Of the page, into their curious eyes
I sit at my keyboard with a blank stare

Where are you, I am aware, it is unfair
You taunt me, with your snickering glare
I sit at my keyboard with a blank stare

Where are you, the words I cant find
The scattered thoughts cluttering my mind
I sit at my keyboard with a blank stare

Where are you, inspiration elusive
Bock lettering wishing for cursive
I sit at my keyboard with a blank stare

Where are you, the clock doesn’t care
Hour upon days, my prose in despair
I sit at my keyboard with a blank stare

Where are you, in shadows you hide
I’ve lost my muse, it’s gone in stride
I sit at my keyboard with a blank stare

Where are you, my cupboards are bare
No words in my pantry, no dish to prepare
I sit at my keyboard with a blank stare

Where are you, no spark to ignite
The first line is nowhere in sight
I sit at my keyboard with a blank stare

Where are you, no rage no rose
No song to compose,
I sit at my keyboard with a blank stare

Dangerously I languish in this dry spell
No plume for my pen, no ink in my well
I sit at my keyboard with a blank stare

When will the chasm I find myself in
When will the echoing frustration end
I sit at my keyboard with a blank stare.
(end)

Another week without inspiration. I hate this.

My poem “This Round Is On Me” is available to download on the following platforms under the “This Is Signal” who also has the Twitter/X account @signal_is

https://www.boomplay.com/episode/7036853

https://www.patreon.com/ThisIsSignal <—- Scroll down for the 6 minute 18 second “6:18” long version with explanation.

https://open.spotify.com/episode/12Ffe63AcurRM0tuYI0Uib

And the original YouTube link to her channel

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kBXBt_p-cfA&t=45s

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

The fear of void, the empty canvas
Out of practice, broken brush
Dwelling fingers, in no rush

Ideas flounder, distracting wonder
Nothing to ponder, pen stationary
Under the clouds, no storms to brew

No daffodil meadows, no beach wood drift
No depressed shell, on the edge of a cliff
No lovers spurned, no passions churned

Frustrated fingers, fleeting thoughts
Has my stomach all tied in knots
Undiscovered unwritten plots

Theatre empty, no ticket sales
Cruise ship adventure, finds no whales
Protagonist vanquished, tell no tales

Fingers frozen, motion lacking
Fire extinguished, worry stacking
Empty canvas, no poem unpacking
(end)

Another poem about my fear of running out of ideas for poems.

Give Them An Inch, By Brian37 (AKA Brian James Rational Poet on FB/META and @Brianrrs37 on Twitter/X)

Ray Comfort and Ken Ham
Stupidly think they can body slam
Evolution with a macro jam

But all it is, is Evangelical spam
They try to separate macro from micro
Then claim that macro does not occur

Then explain to me the differences that be
Between an African and Asian Elephant
Both have the same name, but are different species

And that is speciation, which means
While they had common ancestors
Their offspring were investors

So much so, they spread apart
And here’s the natural art
Nature’s external forces

Had very different resources
Environments and climates
That each adapted to

As to get to the point
They became cousins who
Could no longer procreate

Isn’t that great? That is MACRO
That affects the micro and both
Are intertwined, combined

Variety of forces, such as food
Climate, weather, variants of prey
Being preyed upon, create internal changes

So when they deny, it is always a lie
To them that inches lead to feet, and feet
Lead to miles, BUT THEY DO, and it is true

That macro evolution, and micro evolution
Are facts that always prove, genetic changes
Over long periods of time.
(end)

There is no conflict between micro and macro evolution. Micro evolution are the tiny SMALL, genetic changes over long periods of time. Macro evolution are the external forces such as food, environment, climate, weather, their prey, being preyed upon, and those external forces cause BIG changes in adaptation that effect over long periods of time.

This dispels the bullshit claim they make that evolution claims that a monkey gave birth to a human in one direct first generation, and that is not what evolution claims.

Our common ancestors had offspring and those offspring moved to different environments, and because of external forces of those different environments over long periods of time, they slowly became so different speciation made the genetic sequence so different interbreeding was no longer possible. That speciation then would make them cousins, like chimps and humans. Just like African and Asian elephants are cousins.

If one species has individual unit families of the same species, those units split and can move to different environments that can cause slow changes over long periods of time. It is why while both an African elephant and Asian elephant are both called elephants but because of “speciation” they can no longer breed between them, because the genetic changes from their once common ancestors became too great in their genetic sequence because of external forces and variant adaptations.

So if you see someone online arguing that macro evolution isn’t true, they are blowing smoke up your ass and lying to you. Macro evolution is as real and as much part of evolution as microevolution.

Here is a more precise and detailed explanation.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Yse5l5-s1KA

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

Sometimes I see on social media, videos of
People who fall in love, with dangerous animals
A tiger on a leash, in the mansion on a couch
A cobra in a fish tank, idiot looking proud

The fangs and claws, and deadly bites
Owners become corpses overnight
Cute they think they are when small
But they grow up and eventual maul

You put your head in the crocs mouth
You held the cobra just a little too close
And you expect me to be impressed
No, I will no give you a eulogy dumbass.