This third month gusts,
And all seems mad;
Impatient as we are...
Did we forget?
It's always marked
The seal of winter's scar?
I loathe the panting
Trenchant wind;
It ebbs and crests
All night.
We'll greet dear April
Soon enough;
Yet, she's not
Always bright!
poem by L.P.-G./ 3/2023
Sat on my
Neighbor's lawn.
The time was
Half-past noon-day sun
(A good while after dawn).
They scurried up to branches
And danced around with glee,
I swore I spied a secret smile
That swirled about that tree.
One of them alighted
And motioned to the rest,
"Spring's around the corner, boys...
Get going ! Go get dressed ! "
Their cries alerted groundhogs,
And one peered 'neath
My deck...
There was no sign
Of Spring in 'there';
It muttered,
"What
the heck? ! ?"
A grey squirrel
Scales my silver pine,
Two black cats saunter by...
I heard a whisper in the wind:
Spring tiptoes in the sky...
poem
written by L.P.-Grenn
copyright
March 2023
The mousy month of
March (today)
Came waltzing to
My
door...
I checked the bolts
And they were slack;
This chilled me
To my core...
In two scant weeks
The Ides descend
As
senates settle scores ...
A dagger was drawn
44 BC
And Caesar was
"NO
MORE"
poem by L.P.-G. /
What is humanism?
Humanism is a democratic and ethical life stance, which affirms that human beings have the right and responsibility to give meaning and shape to their own lives.
It is not theistic, and it does not accept
supernatural views of reality.
Due to their innately enlightened minds, a true
humanist would never adopt an assault weapon as a national symbol... a pity to
those whose mental stance has never adequately evolved, as they recently
embraced such folly...
HAPPY BELATED BIRTHDAY !
