LEARNING IS LIFE

  Atheists’ Theme Song   We are atheists, we, with open eyes, Shape reasoned future 'neath unbiased skies. Architects of a rational tomorrow, Casting off shadows of outdated sorrow.   Where reason leads, a bright and guiding star, We follow closely, near and yet so far. Reasoned paths to secular horizons, Building tomorrow, shedding worn-out prisons.   The reasoned future, born of careful thought, Atheists united, lessons dearly bought. Crafting an informed, and thoughtful reign, Where truth prevails, and logic will sustain.   Grounded in reason, forging ever ahead, No dogma binding, no irrational dread. Thinking forward, a future unbound, Defining tomorrow, on solid ground.

 Atheists: Architects of a Rational Tomorrow With open mind, I seek the truth, In logic's light, from age to youth. No gods above, to guide our hand, We shape our ethics, understand. Curiosity, a burning fire, To learn and grow, and climb much higher. Rational thought, our guiding star, Responsible for who we are. No fear of hell to make our choices clear, But empathy and love, forever near. It's not damnation that defines our deeds, But kindness planted, sowing worthy seeds. Our values rise from human heart, To play in life a conscious part. The future waits, a canvas bright, We paint its hues with reason's light.

  Poetry’s Gift: A Brighter Soul To read a good poem's delight, Then write one, with all of your might. Recite it with glee, For all folks to see, Poetry makes the soul bright! A poem reveals life's own art, Awakening a brand new start. Enlightenment's gleam, A weary soul's dream, A balm settling deep in the heart. A soul in a hardship so deep, Found solace where words softly weep. With verses so kind, A new path to find, And dreams from the darkness to lea p.

TOWARDS HUNGER AND  STARVATION FOR BILLIONS: LIMERICK ON IRAN WAR  Iran war, so fierce and unkind, Made peace a hard thing to find. With fuel costs so high, And bellies that cry, The world's leaders have lost all their mind.

  Clang cylinders loud to end the war: Limerick A leader declared, "Times are grim, War's here, gas supplies feel slim!" Beat cylinders' clang, Make foes run and bang, "LPG to your tanks!" said he'm.

  Silly Grin and Hug Limerick With a grin wide and bright, Head was wrong, not polite, He giggled with glee, As silly as could be, But of his own folly, quite proud.