Cock of the walk goes down as the sun On a catwalk of attitude At a time to walk when talk is done But with a sense of gratitude When that was then but now has begun Where there were two there will be one
For this is the way it always was Or piece of it however small Though no one knows who he is he does Nothing personal after all So does what he must do just because A cock of the walk must walk the talk
Strictly business stalking tall Cocks of the walk out walking by night Fight like fighting cocks left and right With only one lonely left in sight When talk of the walk will squawk tonight Where there was one then there were none
Cock of the walk comes up as the son Born to the business end of the gun
+Steven Curtis Lance
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May 16, 2013, 5:12 pm
A Dog Spelled Backward
for Bud
Marisol does not find it odd A dog spelled backward is a god Not surprised to realize how Dogs are gods of the here and now
I need not look up to the sky But down to this dog to know why The here and now is how to be When looking back at me I see The present as her present to Me as why not as why will do Here and now for a dog or me
Nor looking forward find it odd A dog spelled backward is a god Not surprised to realize how Dogs are gods of the here and now
+Steven Curtis Lance
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May 13, 2013, 1:54 pm
Slaughterhouse Butterfly
There was a pig who was not big enough to be A little pig a pig about as big as me
They said because he was not fat that he lacked that Quantity of piggery though not quality They wanted and it haunted him to ask them why
Not enough of him for their cost-efficiency
They said I was too small too but I disagree Because I am big enough to be me you see Never mind the slaughterhouse I want to be free
And I could never help but be a butterfly (Please try and understand me as I flutter by)
+Steven Curtis Lance
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May 13, 2013, 6:14 am
Cockadoodling
for the Laughing Daffodil (long may she)
The cocks cockadoodle whenever they feel Especially connected to what is real To them like hens I suppose (who knows really?)
And how they are cockadoodling now! To be Loudest and proudest I guess cockadoodling In these peacock-like displays of machismo
Cockadoodle due to be Cocks who doodle do Cockadoodle doodle me Cockadoodle you
At the slightest provocation off they go Cockadoodle dudes with some bad attitudes Just to show how they must crow now there they blow
Doing their duty to their doodle do thing Out-doodle-doing each other or trying Doodle doing what they know: cockadoodling
Cockadoodle doodle me Cockadoodle you Cockadoodle dudes to be Cocks who doodle do
Especially connected to what is real The cocks cockadoodle whenever they feel
+Steven Curtis Lance
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May 10, 2013, 4:29 pm
Meowings of a War
So many pocket gophers lying dead on the floor! One two three this morning for the cats are bringing more
With four cats no waiting and pocket gopher hating At an all time high one hears the meowings of a war That something in the spring that involves some suffering Though not for a cat (a cat makes very sure of that)
Out of their pockets tiny eyes out of their sockets With fear but here they come to rot so in the grotto
When their minds are made up now and cats are getting fat What they want is not a lizard nor is it a rat Looks like now is when somehow the pocket gophers go Even though out of pocket no small change even so
One two three this morning for the cats are bringing more So many pocket gophers lying dead on the floor!
+Steven Curtis Lance
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May 10, 2013, 7:28 am
Some Apes
Some apes have four hands Though I have just two So each understands Knows what it must do
Right now writing this To sing how I swing Left blowing a kiss (Silly little thing)
And I have two feet Though four-handers none So beat my retreat Now that I am done
With a couplet when The poem ends then
+Steven Curtis Lance
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May 8, 2013, 6:00 pm
The Lazy Cat
for Daffodil
The lazy cat is snoring His indoor life is boring He wants to go a-whoring And be a lion roaring But he cannot anymore
Curled with indignation for He wanted to get married Though unwilling to commit And lazy then he tarried So he got the worst of it
And the moment passed away Lost then to be found no more When crated up and carried To the vet to be set free Of his masculinity
Yesterday and now today All he does with it is pee No one knows quite what to say That was that and this is it A lonely situation
So he finds his life a bore And he has issues of trust His desire but memory Iron having turned to rust Fit felinity to fat
He would like to go to war To satisfy his bloodlust For the moles within their holes Laughing at him as they are In the deep sleep of the just
Could he only find the door Or within himself to face Surgically enhanced disgrace He would give those moles what for They would hear the lion roar
This is it and that is that So he answers with a snore Sleep it is so sleep he must The only consolation For a lonely lazy cat
But when he dreams he sees What might have been: All the pretty kitties Then again
+Steven Curtis Lance
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May 8, 2013, 4:33 pm
At Least(work in progress...)
At least Don Quixote if not Parsifal At least now I know how love means most of all
+Steven Curtis Lance
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May 5, 2013, 5:05 pm
London Derriere
He could play the Londonderry Air Insightfully right from out his derriere
As he made a trumpet of his rump Or maybe say a baritone saxophone Laid it down and made the people jump With a seeping sound to sweep the world around Seen now somehow in the sepia tone Of hindquarters finding their quarters Having hindsight but the foresight to share
And though I suppose you had to be there As they say all day his rump would jump to pump Hindsight insightfully passed between friends Between his buttocks too and though it offends My hindsight now then how my mind was blown By the hindsight of a man who played his own Because otherwise he was all alone
Quarters the end of hindquarters meant to send His Londonderry Air from out the other end
+Steven Curtis Lance
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May 4, 2013, 8:19 pm
Alice (work in progress...)
second chances
When I was a boy I thought I would Marry a girl named Alice who should Have blonde hair and be there for me and Who would never fail to understand
Someone to be nice to me one who Was not the way it was yesterday How we could borrow now tomorrow When we are the best thing then we do
And if anything means anything Turning out to be something to sing Not only being but doing too Coming and becoming come what may
And I believe in second chances For all the Steven Curtis Lances Of this weary world aspiring to Someone who could be a lot like you
If you believe in second chances too
+Steven Curtis Lance
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May 4, 2013, 7:47 pm
Dog and Dogma (work in progress...)
life goes on
Marisol lies down under a tree Gnawing on a bone and smiling at me
Arf-arf-arfully happy to be
A dusty dog in the desert who knows Life goes on now this is how it goes
Why ask the questions if you think you know The answers as round and round we go?
Leave dogma behind and open your mind
A dusty dog in the desert knows Life goes on now this is how it goes
+Steven Curtis Lance
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May 4, 2013, 2:45 pm
One
Who we are and why And what we have between How we live and die And love is what we mean
Only one race the human one Journey unending once begun Itself the destination of What can only be known as love
And here we are around our yellow star In a world of blue one me and you And everyone who ever was because Now is how it will be as it was
Unending once begun We are only one
+Steven Curtis Lance
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May 1, 2013, 10:41 pm
Forget It
I know how it is now it takes A lifetime of making mistakes And though it took from then to now To earn what I learned this is how It is now I know how it takes A lifetime of making mistakes
Let not love remain unspoken Hearts break but can be unbroken When the only way to do it Is the lonely way now through it Forgiving then living again Is how to get to now from then
Forgive then when you can forget What you remember as regret Forgive yourself too even though Not your fault even so let go Nor remember to regret it Then and when you can: forget it
I know how it is now it takes A lifetime of making mistakes
+Steven Curtis Lance
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Apr 29, 2013, 9:49 pm
Dogs Being Dogs
Marisol has to scratch her butt Trotting along she has to stop Trotting to hop it up and drop It down to the ground drag it round Must do just what a hound dog does But knows what now and shows how too
Because she does and just because Being a hound dog she has found Dogs being dogs as she is was How it is now and it must be Because dogs must be dogs you see Dogs just being are fine with me
And I understand how the sand Of the desert floor hits the spot Being a being understand Who am I anyway to say Being the way I am and not That way say but no matter what
Dogs being dogs I see one and Marisol has to scratch her butt
+Steven Curtis Lance
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Apr 26, 2013, 7:02 am
Chuck (work in progress...)
is Chuck
Two Buck Chuck went up to three Bud said coming from the store A Trader Joe's paradox That will be all right with me I know what I like it for
As still better than the box Even if I must pay more As just glad Bud brings it to Me the way he does as who Three Buck Chucks the way I do
Two or Three Buck by the case Chuck is Chuck in any case
+Steven Curtis Lance
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Apr 25, 2013, 5:52 pm
Let it Happen(work in progress...)
When it comes to love above All what we have plenty of I do you do too who knew We would be the who then to Make some dream of love come true An ideal becoming real But now here we are how and In and of the love we feel
In and of by love to see We are having come this far After all not too far but In and of the love we are After laughter it feels good Now when I feel understood Now I know you understand What it feels like then is love
And what love feels like is to Be embracing facing you Embracing reality Facing possibility Maybe we were meant to be Though we never know so what Love is passed from hand to hand When at last we understand
May it happen even though Let it happen even so
+Steven Curtis Lance
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Apr 24, 2013, 6:27 pm
Long Laugh the Daffodil
Her love within my heart Though we are apart I cannot help but sing of The lady I love So I am singing still
With a fa la la la la And a ha ha ha Long laugh the Daffodil
Someone to sing about and so I do The one no doubt about it she is who I love above all if beyond me too
And when I sing this way Though so far away I cannot help but hope now She hears me somehow So I believe she will
With a fa la la la la And a ha ha ha Long laugh the Daffodil
I see her rising with the sun and moon Trace her trajectory across the sky Then blow her a kiss when she passes by
The Daffodil will be A Bachelor soon Of Science or else maybe Of Arts as it were So I say good for her
With a fa la la la la And a ha ha ha Long laugh the Daffodil
Once married to her studies but now she Before the moon of June in May they say Is to become a Bachelor like me
+Steven Curtis Lance
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Apr 23, 2013, 4:07 am
The Thing I Like Best About Spring
for the Laughing Daffodil
Now is the thing I like best about spring How it swings in and renews everything Like just when my mind must find something new Then I trust spring must know just what to do To light my day its way out of the blue And I am delighted to say to bring Me out of the winter night I was in
The butterfly knows no time to die The rose knows now is the how of why
The how of now the thing of spring I sing Above all and yet I love everything About it though sometimes doubt it but when I get it have no doubt about it then And so I arrive alive to begin Now in the somehow within the something Of spring now as how again and again
To care and not to care to sit still When to laugh then with the Daffodil
When the weather seems like whether or not Then spring remembers what winter forgot Spring is what comes together nor between Not for the not for the whether I mean To bring the other in another way To strengthen the light and lengthen the day A way out of no way out anyway
Spring is the when of the how I feel Then in the now of what becomes real
Exiting winter goes out demanding Entering spring shows in understanding Winter went out because it was driven Mad by its sadness gone bad from within Spring comes in with everything forgiven Knowing how now then is when to begin Showing how the only way out is in
How it swings in and renews everything Now is the thing I like best about spring
+Steven Curtis Lance
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Apr 21, 2013, 2:56 pm
Cats 'n' Dogs
I.Popular with Cats
When I leave the door ajar To the bathroom there they are Fattish feline foursome for A visit while I do my Duty as the cats file by
Char then Red (or rusty white) Then one whom to name aright Requires three names be spoken I call Big Bug in token Of his curiosity
Of the foursome Figaro Then the last to say hello
What is more he shuts the door As if there were but one of Four but Figaro to love Fattest of the fattish four Fig so big though fond of me
Hello kitties there you go As you go so I do too Having visited with you Popular with cats I guess When I do my business
II.Bowser on Lance
We work security for poet Steven Curtis Lance My sister Marisol and me (I am Bowser main dog here) We dogs complain some of us bitches after all like Marisol I kid because I love being a big dog after all
But all in all he gives us chickens legs and Marisol begs As I do too as I admit if only for the hell of it
Though when he gets the hot dogs out then it is hard to sit But he is good to us and I am glad to take this chance As main dog here to make it clear he loves us gives us what he can And Marisol and me though we are dogs love that old man
We protect him from his enemies imagined and real And chase the cats away from him now to show them how we feel
+Steven Curtis Lance
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Apr 21, 2013, 1:56 pm
Bowser on Lance
We work security for poet Steven Curtis Lance My sister Marisol and me (I am Bowser main dog here) We dogs complain some of us bitches after all like Marisol I kid because I love being a big dog after all
But all in all he gives us chickens legs and Marisol begs As I do too as I admit if only for the hell of it
Though when he gets the hot dogs out then it is hard to sit But he is good to us and I am glad to take this chance As main dog here to make it clear he loves us gives us what he can And Marisol and me though we are dogs love that old man
We protect him from his enemies imagined and real And chase the cats away from him now to show them how we feel
+Steven Curtis Lance
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Apr 20, 2013, 8:23 pm
Popular with Cats
When I leave the door ajar To the bathroom there they are Fattish feline foursome for A visit while I do my Duty as the cats file by
Char then Red (or rusty white) Then one whom to name aright Requires three names be spoken I call Big Bug in token Of his curiosity
Of the foursome Figaro Then the last to say hello
What is more he shuts the door As if there were but one of Four but Figaro to love Fattest of the fattish four Fig so big though fond of me
Hello kitties there you go As you go so I do too Having visited with you Popular with cats I guess When I do my business
+Steven Curtis Lance
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Apr 20, 2013, 10:19 am
Something to Live For
for the Laughing Daffodil
Once I stood athwart history Screaming stop unwilling to be But that got not enough for me So I serve the masters no more
Having known the disasters of Their inability to love And their ability to hate I have outgrown their cruelty
I think therefore I am therefore I think I might as well welcome Now how it comes as I become Who I was meant to be though late
Then to remember I forgot What love always remembers who I am that love is what to do And was although when I did not
To keep the faith a leap of fate Thank God for curiosity Life over death by love made free Willing to be enough for me
Now I have something to live for Then somehow I have someone too To love until I live no more When I will die in love with you
+Steven Curtis Lance
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Apr 18, 2013, 11:49 pm
Paperwhite Narcissus
for the Laughing Daffodil
Only the lonely bones within the skin Paperwhite narcissus paper thin Having gotten up somehow getting down Out in the desert now getting brown
The rising and the falling of the chest Like empires east and west like the rest And in the end what does anything mean? Only the moments lonely between
Here I am now no matter what I do Where nothing means something without you But I think about you and there you Are (what I think I like best about you)
In the presence of absence I find The Daffodil is laughing in my mind Never far away though far apart The Daffodil is blooming in my heart
+Steven Curtis Lance
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Apr 17, 2013, 10:00 am
Arf-Arf-Arfully Happy to Be
for Daffodil
Arf-arf-arfully happy to be Dogs of the desert dusty but free Bow-wow-wowser and Marisol too Two for one saying hello to you
And when you add me then we are three For one for sun and fun of it all Saying hello as the doggies do With Bow-wow-wowser and Marisol
In the dusty desert far away One two three of us one of them me Are existentially come what may Arf-arf-arfully happy to be
+Steven Curtis Lance
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Apr 15, 2013, 1:43 pm
Poor but Proud(work in progress...)
At least I am not fat and there is that And so I am not Uncle Jack at last Having wasted almost away I guess But doing it my way no matter what Leaving my baggage back there in the past
And this is what there is no more no less My belly like an empty basket now A begging bowl although my soul is full But life goes on and so do I somehow And all of it at last is beautiful
I want to be and so I think I will Go on and on as I am going still Although the going is improbably Going my way it looks likely to me That I am now no matter what I do
And so I might as well write this for you Tell you the truth as I see it be it As best I can embody and free it Live all I can while I can such as I Am and by seeing it through till I die
Laughing last though in extremity Poor but proud as loud as I can be
