Tag Archive: world peace

Till Then (The Coming)

The little engine that could,
minuscule humans who might,
worlds cry that shouldn’t,
cosmos states thou shan’t,
God who simply is, then isn’t,
but was, at least for now

Chagall 2019

The Holy Molycule

So when we can take a pill
to alter at will
ethnicity and race,
then what will we fight about?

© Chagall 2016

Additional Lines from Ode To Peace

… we shall never know
the taste of fruit we nourished,
laid out to field beneath sun
amid nature on true course,
these tomes are more than mere words,
they are …


© Chagall 2016

First Things First

Advance humbly;
we all were once
squiggly beings.

© Chagall 2016

Big Finish

The gaze paints a portrait of
you, lilac and oceanic.

Room-light a dying candle
– the last flame licked, wisps of smoke … the wick –
flutters then dies in evening wind.

The house is dark
save pinholes of stars
where once were windows.

I float here easy as I do
sand or water. Dancing
blue-white as moonlight on snow.

And everywhere, everybody, everything
seems to hum

© Chagall 2016


ghosts flee
these fields


hear the elders

words melt
ignorant wisps

I am yet
not fulfilled

here this place

© Chagall 2016

Let There Be

The universe is staging
a trillion-photon march on creation
to show us how solidarity’s done

Anywhere that light is
that’s where you’ll find me

© Chagall 2016

From My Grandmother’s Window

I fear we’re becoming
people who have no concern
for those who succeed us

Instead we live for the moment
without an obligating sense
to make Gaia inheritable

Similarly there are those
who have no reverence
for those who precede us

Family, tradition, culture and mores
reduce to biology resembling nothing
more than a gene pool

May they drown in the shallow end

Chagall 2016

Whose Woods Are These?


so quiet here

snow underfoot
crunch stones
of ice

quite pious here


halos awash
in twilight

breathless, yet see
how my breath escapes me

I am frozen regaled
in powder-blue night

Chagall 2015

Enough Already!

chagall backdrop

Today the world
has no front page
something marvelous, curious
occurred overnight

East awoke to loving West
and all cardinal points the same
for their neighbors

Everywhere there are puddles
of dissolved factions
and relinquished isms

People are sharing ethnic breads
and strong homemade brews
passed down over the generations
singing folk songs in the round
overlapping choruses in a variety
of tongues, accompanied by beautiful
percussion, reeds, and strings
dancing around fires, gifting homeland costumes
in a worldwide exchange of giving

The energy around the planet is palpable
one can ride it like an orbital ring
to transcend the here and now

seven billion tiny lights illuminate
as one

deep in the reaches of the multiverse
the Knower for a moment thinks Earth
has flickered

but soon loses interest
as there are much brighter beams
to tend to

© Chagall 2014

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