Purpose

Life can become a lot more fun
If you give it a sense of purpose
Life becomes a void if it has none
A black hole that can usurp us

A purpose - it need not mean
Anything lofty, majestic or profound
It’s a thing from which you can glean
Contentment, pleasure, joy unbound

A purpose - it imbues your simplest act
With a deeper reason or aspiration
It can help your work have an impact
It can help you provide inspiration

A purpose - even the simplest one
Can work wonders for a woman or a man
It really can be quite as simple as
To be helpful to others when you can

A purpose - it’s like a beacon that guides
The ships and boats through a storm
With its light they can navigate the tides
It can illuminate, educate and inform

All the great philosophers of history
Have asked what’s life and how to live it
I have found that there’s no great mystery
The purpose of your life is what you give it

Make It Stop

Every morning I wake up and face a new day
The first thing I do is kneel down and pray
Tell me how to make it stop

I see young children locked in a cage
My heart is overcome with rage
Tell me how to make it stop

Bystanders getting killed by thugs
Who want us all to buy their drugs
Tell me how to make it stop

Rich men who already have all they need
Still grab more with obscene greed
Tell me how to make it stop

Cowards send their sons and daughters
To fight their wars and get slaughtered
Tell me how to make it stop

Driven from their homes for taking a stand
Refugees exiled in their own homeland
Tell me how to make it stop

Another school shooting - I hear their screams
Innocents are dying - they haunt my dreams
Tell me how to make it stop

Parents grieving for their loved ones
Politicians want still more guns
Tell me how to make it stop

Global warming has seared our souls
Our leaders want us to burn more coal
Tell me how to make it stop

Lies from the left, hatred from the right
We’re all stuck in the middle of this fight
Tell me how to make it stop

Racism, sexism, ageism, casteism
All that’s missing is simple humanism
Tell me how to make it stop

God, if you are really up there
And if you even pretend to care
Tell me how to make it stop

A Poet’s Credo

We take our own pain
And turn it into poesy
To provide pure pleasure to you
It’s what we poets do

We endure a thousand 
Heartbreaks and survive 
To sing a song of love for you
It’s what we poets do

We collect the tears 
We have shed for years
To quench the thirst for verse in you
It’s what we poets do

We suppress the laments
Of our troubled souls
To croon a sweet melody for you
It’s what we poets do

We rise from the throes
Of our deep despair
So we can repair your spirit for you
It’s what we poets do

We plumb the depths
Of our unquiet minds
To pen a paean of peace for you
It’s what we poets do

We stitch together
A patchwork quilt of words
To bring a carol of compassion to you
It’s what we poets do

We observe the mundane
But swing on a higher plane
To entertain and enlighten you
It’s what we poets do

Let’s Keep It Simple

(A humble tribute to Ogden Nash, my hero)
I become confused, even quizzical
When it comes to matters metaphysical

I am faithful, fairly spiritual
But please spare me the part that’s ritual

I am relaxed, you can say informal
Except when told tall tales of the paranormal

I am equanimous, actually benign
That doesn’t mean you can lecture me on intelligent design

I am neither vengeful nor litigious
But I do take issue with folks who are overly religious

I am of the sciences, very logical
So don’t try to influence me with phenomena astrological

I can do civics, geography, even history
The one thing I won’t do is, well, theosophistry

I am amiable, not too rigorous
But my defense of the rational will always be vigorous

A simple man, I stick to life’s highways
I try not to get lost in these pseudo-intellectual byways

My life, thus far, has been quite ordinerary
A pleasant journey, with neither a map nor an itinerary