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Selected Poems of Steven Curtis Lance

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Jan 27, 2015, 8:27 am


All the Way



Having lived a long time I have learned
The hard way all along the way have earned
A kind of mindfulness who knows how

And some find me one who knows now
That I know how life is like a kiss
When I close my eyes then remember this
I am one who knows some who know too

Some other ones who are and do
Someones who see meaning in between
Us know who we are so see what we mean

And we feel free to be who we are
Seeing us why and being who
Know we are there when we go too far
Where all the way then falling like a star

When we have been and done and gone
On all the way when life goes on



Steven Curtis Lance







Jan 19, 2015, 10:09 pm


Other



Other is not without but in
Us bothering us from within
Finding us of a mind to be
Our kind of specificity
But exploring how to be more
Than what we love by what we fear

To see another in my face
Some other place in time and space
Reminds me how I find me here
Before and after as what for
That I who could be different
Am this me now here where I went

When being me this way to be
Who could see now some other day
Understood in another way
In another reality
In one another anyway
Then other does not bother me

An other and another me
Where other is not without but
In not out and not without me
Whichever me no matter what
However I would or should or
Could be more than ever before

Other is us our own and yet
Another way to let us see
That when we get we find then to
Be you and me as us we who
Not to forget the it to get
Are here and now and this is it

To grow together until gone
Another reason to go on



Steven Curtis Lance







Jan 17, 2015, 6:03 pm


Pepperoni



A hot dog full of baloney
With his six-inch pepperoni
Not understanding anything
Nevertheless was wondering
About forever never mind
That he thought he got left behind
Or would be should some rapture come

"Do not forget to get" he thought
For now who could be getting some

When he did not then so he got
Out and about got up got down
In the now got out on the town
Did as he does because he was
Coming to understand something
A six-inch pepperoni does
But what he got was what was not

A hot dog full of baloney
Nevertheless was wondering



Steven Curtis Lance







Jan 12, 2015, 7:09 pm


Spells



I carve my poems carefully
Though they seem secret for all to see
Out in their many anywhere
Written on water breathed on the air

I cast my spells and they are there
For any and many find them where
Now it seems then a dream comes true
When one understands who wonders too

So here we are so near though far
And so I rise though a falling star
To this occasion to be now
Falling but rising and this is how

Having been transcendentally
Fated to find us belatedly
Here we are who find us to be
Ascending coincidentally

And finding my own way to say
What I say I find this is my way
To say between us what we mean
Carved carefully in the in between

Understanding me as you do
Wondering too I find me in you
Who my poems are for and to
Though they seem secret you see them through

So here we are so near though far
Where now it seems then a dream comes true
Understanding us as we are
When one understands who wonders too



Steven Curtis Lance







Jan 12, 2015, 10:24 am


Outsider



I like to be alone
Something I have not always known
At least the way I say
It knowing now the way I do

But knowing how as who
Is now and who is anyway
In my own company
Myself and I agree with me

Outsider gone within
When the only way out is in
Gone free then on my own
At dawn in my way out my way

To be myself where I
See to be me who saw there why
When now was not yet known
Then how I like to be alone



Steven Curtis Lance







Jan 11, 2015, 3:30 pm


Let Go



Refusing to change
Choosing outrage
Then at now as strange
Some show their age

Still they will not grow
Will not let go
Of a heavy load
Bumps in the road

Being to be but
Not to be what
Seeing now as then
Is not again

But I being old
Seeing now know
How then was because
Of yesterday

Then and there they are
Now where I was
Learning the hard way
Then does not stay

And far away far
From then today
Seeing how somehow
By being now

I let it unfold
Let live let go



Steven Curtis Lance







Jan 10, 2015, 5:21 am


Quod Scripsi Scripsi



Pontius Pilate was not a good guy
They say but they say he said something I
Have said that what he had written he had
The way I do what I have written too
And asking what is truth is not so bad
Though Pontius Pilate was not so good
They say but they may have misunderstood
Quod scripsi scripsi the way they quote who
Asked quid est veritas the way I do



Steven Curtis Lance







Jan 8, 2015, 2:23 pm


(work in progress...)



I wonder is it better late than never when
What would have been good to know whenever then
Is known when some folly is shown finally to
Be as it has been to me finally who
Gets it after all though the hard way in freefall
But I am glad I got it after all

I understand perhaps in this
Case my ignorance would not be bliss

And so I got wise enough to realize
Anyway how I can say it is better now
Than never whenever still better somehow
And if I ever get another chance will know
I get not to forget I had to let go
What I thought I knew to know what was true

And what was true is only this
Ignorance is lonely and not bliss



Steven Curtis Lance







Jan 7, 2015, 7:57 pm


January



for Patricia Lance



I



My mother remembered anniversaries
Birthdays baptisms those things like these
I thought were stupid as a kid but miss now
Since the days became the same somehow
She is gone and I went on and away

I never remember that much anyway
But remember her birthday very
Much every twenty-fourth of January
And all those people she sent cards to
Remembered forever like I did too



II



I wish I had been there
Had known before been more aware
What was going on
With me and those around me when
Everything went wrong then
Everything was gone

I was there but not where
I had always thought I would be
Then I was nowhere
But out of nowhere what you see
Within my poetry
Is what is of me

I think now I know more
Than whoever I was before
It all happened so
Fast a score of slow years ago
When two-score but now three
This is me I know

Not for this me not to be
Here to be again



III



Pontius Pilate was not a good guy
They say but they say he said something I
Have said that what he had written he had
The way I do what I have written too
And asking what is truth is not so bad
Though Pontius Pilate was not so good
They say but they may have misunderstood
Quod scripsi scripsi the way they quote who
Asked quid est veritas the way I do



IV



I wonder is it better late than never when
What would have been good to know whenever then
Is known when some folly is shown finally to
Be as it has been to me finally who
Gets it after all though the hard way in freefall
But I am glad I got it after all

I understand perhaps in this
Case my ignorance would not be bliss

And so I got wise enough to realize
Anyway how I can say it is better now
Than never whenever still better somehow
And if I ever get another chance will know
I get not to forget I had to let go
What I thought I knew to know what was true

And what was true is only this
Ignorance is lonely and not bliss



V



Everyone wants to be happy like I do
And when I make someone happy as who
Wants to be happy too then in the living
It makes me happy too in the giving

You pass it along and happiness goes on
And on around the world and is not gone
When I need it again it is ready then
From me to you from you to me again

Giving not taking this happiness-making
Making me happy and happy to share
My happiness knowing that yours will be there
And this is what keeps our hearts from breaking



Steven Curtis Lance







Jan 7, 2015, 12:22 pm


Remembered



for Patricia Lance



My mother remembered anniversaries
Birthdays baptisms those things like these
I thought were stupid as a kid but miss now
Since the days became the same somehow
She is gone and I went on and away

I never remember that much anyway
But remember her birthday very
Much every twenty-fourth of January
And all those people she sent cards to
Remembered forever like I did too



Steven Curtis Lance







Jan 6, 2015, 4:07 pm


This Book



for Maria who gave me this old book from Scotland



This book has the look of something loved what
May look like wear and tear to some there but
Understanding others can see where hands
Of human beings held it carefully
And read it and that looks like love to me

What hands before left afterward behind
For understanding other hands to find
Between the hands of many anyway
What has been open once again to be
Between my hands too between to and from

This book has gone as far as I have come
To go on then when I have gone away
Through other hands whoever understands
What was still is looks in this book will see
What it meant when it went with me someday

And understanding other hands will find
What hands before left afterward behind



Steven Curtis Lance







Jan 6, 2015, 1:07 pm


What I Can Do



Everyone wants to be happy like I do
And when I make someone happy as who
Wants to be happy too then in the living
It makes me happy too in the giving

You pass it along and happiness goes on
And on around the world and is not gone
When I need it again it is ready then
From me to you from you to me again

Giving not taking this happiness-making
Making me happy and happy to share
My happiness knowing that yours will be there
And this is what keeps our hearts from breaking

Making you happy is what I can do
To make the world better and me happy too



Steven Curtis Lance







Jan 5, 2015, 7:29 am


At Sixty



At twenty I was arrogant
At forty I was dumb
At sixty somehow transcendent
Now I have overcome
Myself at last to be my best
And to my past I leave the rest



Steven Curtis Lance







Jan 4, 2015, 3:59 pm


Songs at Sixty



At twenty I was arrogant
At forty I was dumb
At sixty somehow transcendent
Now I have overcome
Myself at last to be my best
To my past I leave the rest




I



Someone who knows now who knows how
I was going to get depressed
But got out of bed and got dressed
Instead though that was hard for me
Somehow I guess now I may be

Be that as it may as they say
Be as what I may anyway
If not what I was yesterday
When I forgot then got depressed
Would not get out could not get dressed

But here I am another day
Someone who knows then who chose now



II



Curiosity
Lifts and carries me
To where I could go
Before I would know

Is what makes me free
Because it takes me
From where I would be
To where I could be

Who doubt as I do
Believe me your doubt
Makes who it takes you
Where you could be too

Curiosity
Says "go and find out"



III



We live between heartbeats between breath and breath
Looking for the meaning between life and death
We wonder and wander and blunder but we
Find it in each other eventually

Together and whether or not we succeed
In being successful as the world demands
We are the meaning and we are all we need
To live between heartbeats between hearts and hands

The meaning between life and death is between
Us then success is when we know what we mean
And those who succeed between heartbeat and breath
Are those who have found us between life and death

Between heartbeats between breath and breath we find
Ourselves in each other in our humankind



Steven Curtis Lance







Jan 4, 2015, 12:27 pm


So Here I Am



I was going to get depressed
Someone who knows now who knows how
But got out of bed and got dressed
Instead though that was hard for me
Somehow I guess now I may be

Be that as it may as they say
Be as what I may anyway
If not what I was yesterday
When I forgot then got depressed
Would not get out could not get dressed

Someone who knows then who chose now
So here I am another day



Steven Curtis Lance







Jan 4, 2015, 12:04 am


Blue and White



Snowflakes falling through the night
Snow on the Joshua trees
On my birthday New Year's Eve
So to fill our empty hands

Wondering and feeling small
Being part of everything
Turning sixty in the snow

Learning something I should know
Seeing what I take I bring
Understanding after all
One who wonders understands

Now I know how I believe
I believe in things like these
Snowflakes falling blue and white



Steven Curtis Lance







Jan 1, 2015, 8:42 pm


The Any if Not Many



I like people and keeping in touch
With readers in the Philippines
At one with anyone pretty much
Who knows what my poetry means
Though few so far away not many

Over the sea under the sky
We share they wonder there the way I
Do the way you may wonder too
And some have come to understand now
Not the many but the any

Some have come to know my poetry
What it means in the Philippines
Or wherever whoever may be
For people who understand how
What it means is everything to me

An any of the anywhere
An arcing spark across the dark goes
Out to someone somewhere who knows
But the any if not many there
And there and there are everywhere

Over the sea under the sky
We share you wonder and so do I



Steven Curtis Lance







Dec 30, 2014, 4:51 am


Becoming Sixty



Enough of fifty-this and fifty-that
Fifty-something is becoming old hat
And I have so outgrown that though OK
I guess for some more or less uncool cat
As for me I am having a birthday

Still curious as ever I will see
Something become me like never before
A nice round something a sum of threescore
Years turning growing learning going on
With the show I know goes on anyway

Years since New Year's Eve 1954
Then betwixt me now becoming sixty



Steven Curtis Lance







Dec 29, 2014, 9:31 pm


The Book of Me



on my sixtieth birthday



I look in the book of me and see
How somehow still I will be me
As being I was when I will be
Me then and now simultaneously

Prevented by mortality
From living forever never mind
Until I understand somehow
I look ahead now and then from behind

One to wonder about it now
In his crossword puzzlings to confess
To be who did this poetry
Who does because he was me more or less

Honored to be nominated I
Accept my gift to live and die
Trying my best the rest I forget
Getting on and yet getting on with it

Forgiving forgetting getting it
Falling so far though like a star
Any of many all of us are
Who write to light the night if but a bit

Written down in the book of me
Now and then simultaneously
Is how somehow still I will be
After the fall shining on after all



Steven Curtis Lance







Dec 28, 2014, 7:12 pm


Journal



for Jaye Tomas



This beautiful journal reminds me of
One I had when I was young and in love
With everything in general above
All with art as I took my own to heart

When I knew then I was an artist too
How I am now still as ever I do
Has come a gift sent me from far away
A very encouraging way to say:

"Write in this beautiful journal tonight
When after you have lived today then write
It up and down remember nor forget
This is it and it is not over yet"

This beautiful journal reminds me this
Is it and whatever it is it is
Whenever however it needs to be
It is and forever enough for me

And what is is better than what is not
I never forgot that but this is what
How I am now still as ever in love
This beautiful journal reminds me of



Steven Curtis Lance







Dec 24, 2014, 10:25 pm


Potatoes to Poetry



Even at sixty my curious body
Converts this potato to energy
Like many before one potato more
A log on the fire that I might aspire
Higher because of my secret (but this
Was but that the butter is cannabis)

But I can tell you and might as well too
Having not always been but being free
Even at sixty my curious mind
Makes me go seek though I take what I find
Then like to share it with you so I do
Converting potatoes to poetry



Steven Curtis Lance







Dec 23, 2014, 12:01 am


December I Remember



for the rest of us



Memory like a recurring curse
Recalls it all and even worse
As it does though it was bad enough
Then and now again where the stuff
Of nightmare is right there in the day
Rehearsing again in reverse
The worst like it always does because
Of how it never goes away
Now making how it is how it was
Though I let go then it did not

December I remember

So I remembered never forgot
Though had thought had I ever got
Ahead of instead of where it was
Behind to find the future then
At last the past might forget me when
Gotten old gone far away from
The hell I knew well when I had come
Here forget what there I could not
Forget but not yet it follows me
Comes from behind me to find me

December I remember

But somehow being now becoming
When January is coming
Until I forget I will forgive
Nor give up yet I who will live
As if to say I remember you
But I still remember me too
Understanding what it is I do
By being is overcoming
The past and when I laugh best and last
Then January is coming

December I remember



Steven Curtis Lance







Dec 20, 2014, 8:30 pm


Dogwatch



Elegant Bowser pauses while
Narrowing wiseguy eyes looks how
To look his best when with a smile
Then he bows in with his bow-wow-wow

Though Marisol so ruff-ruff-ruff
Must be just arf-arf-arful tough
"Treat them as meat should you meet them
And eat them" could be what she would say

Bothered by someone or other
Dogs who are sister and brother
Wonder to greet them or eat them
Understanding teamwork either way

Through their complementarity
To be my crack security
Detail nor fail for faithfully
Taking care of me now they vow

To keep the dogwatch doggedly
Making me care more now too somehow



Steven Curtis Lance







Dec 18, 2014, 7:47 pm


"Why Not?"



I used to know I knew the answer but
Now I think I know the question what
To wonder if not to understand under
The sky if not to know "why?" to wonder

After the lightning before the thunder
Now I think I know the question when
Under the sky then and wondering again
I understand the answer is "why not?"



Steven Curtis Lance







Dec 16, 2014, 9:45 pm


The Hard Way



turning sixty



Had it not been as awful as it was
Had when it was not been quite so sad
Then I might not be as glad now because
Good gets better having been so bad

The wheel of life balancing as it does
Suffering with the buffering of
Hope for something better living by love

Hanging on and hoping for the best
Forever after forgetting the rest
Letting it go even though I know
Never forgetting yet still I will try

Understanding though wondering as
The turning wheel of life is passing by
And under the wheel I understand

Unclenching my heart I open my hand
Learning I am turning too and glad
Now through the bad for the good I have had
How it was then because not again

But as any of many anyhow
Mistaking then as I did for now
When I went down and around and around

Turning and learning and inward bound
Learning how the only way out is in
Returning then to begin again
Better off now than I have ever been

Glad I learned my lesson even though
I had to learn the hard way even so
Good gets better having been so bad

And when the wheel turns then somebody learns
Somebody like me what the hard way earns



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