Infect Me

Infect me with your beautiful smile
Let me feel the glow of your joy

Permeate me with your heady perfume
Let me experience what heaven smells like

Capture me with your beguiling gestures
Let me again become the fool that fell for you

Conquer me with your winning ways
Let me be yours always, every day

Occupy me with your sweet sweet love
Let my thoughts always be with you

Secure me with your selfless care
Let me bask in my glorious happiness

Pervade me with your undying affection
Let me relish my great good fortune

Cradle me with your soft caresses
Let me never wake up from this dream

Fill me with gratitude by being in my life
Let me make this day last a little longer

No matter when our lives on this planet may end
I will forever cherish these moments
Of togetherness

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

The Word

Which is the one word
We use a hundred times a day
But rarely if ever think about

Which is the one word
We’ve ruined with overuse
It’s one we can’t live without

Which is the one word
That has lost its meaning
While mankind thinks it's progressed

Which is the one word
That can lift us from the morass
Into which we’ve all regressed

Which is the one word
That has become shorthand
For unbridled prurience and lust

Which is the one word
That has lost its true beauty
It also means respect and trust

Which is the one word
That has the power to end
These endless cycles of strife

Which is the one word
That has the power to bring
A fresh new meaning to life

Which is the one word
We need to learn again
The real, true meaning of

Which is the one word
We utter but seldom mean
The word, ma chérie, is love

Solitude

The night is so dark
I have to touch my face
To know it’s even there

I sit myself down
With my head bowed low
I try hard not to despair

I peer in every direction
Looking for someone, anyone
No, they’ve all gone away

In a nearby tree
I hear the rustle of leaves
A lark? A finch? A blue jay?

And just like that
The bird begins to sing
A song I haven’t heard before

A song so sweet
That my loneliness retreats
And my spirit begins to soar

I begin to wonder
For whom the bird sings
Surely it cannot be for me

I listen intently
For her companion
No, she’s all alone in the tree

And suddenly
It dawns on me
Her pleasure is all her own

You can find joy
In your solitude
You sing best when you sing alone

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