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Selected Poems of Steven Curtis Lance

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Jan 16, 2007, 4:25 am


My Last Refuge

sacred to the memory of Mildred Naomi Eckart Graham

A very warm blanket embraces me
Each stitch by hand with love each one by one
A souvenir of death and destiny
My Grandma crocheted until it was done
A deep design of love drawn patiently

And even though she is gone I have this
Living proof of her love a hug a kiss
If sadly in the lonely cold of night
Which though so dark still holds one point of light
The way this blanket embraces me now

I wanted to go with her but could not
Where saints in heaven no more sorrow see
But left behind to muddle through somehow
With no more to lose and cornered I fight
Take everything but this no matter what

Leave me with this one scrap of self-respect
Left here for me by one of the elect
To enshroud my broken remains and be
My last refuge in this bitter twilight
Of ruin and loss and indignity

As strangers disrespect the memory
Of someone who cared and still cares for me

+Steven Curtis Lance



Copyright MMVII








Jan 14, 2007, 8:07 pm


As If This Were It

I leave it to you to figure out how
But what I would advise you urgently
Is live all you can and do it right now

As if this were it with nothing to come

That you taste hear smell touch all you can see
As much as mortality will allow
All the potential you have and then some

Since it would appear that this might well be
Our singular chance our once-given turn
Our one moment out of eternity

Although we never know we always learn

+Steven Curtis Lance



Copyright MMVII








Jan 14, 2007, 1:34 am


Lonely Eyes

The cherries of their cigarettes flared
Through the dark simultaneously
Too much in a hurry to be scared
I felt lonely eyes questioning me
Good kids in a bad place cold and bored

I was not what they waited to see
So in a puff of smoke was ignored
In favor of what the night prepared
To cook up out of the day's debris
They smiled as I smiled and turned to go

But it felt good to be understood
Wandering with cold wind in my hair
In my face as theirs and everywhere
Looking for something no longer there
Something I lost a long time ago

Might have mislaid it might have turned wrong
All of us look but none of us know
Where it has gone except far away
Trying to sing a forgotten song
Eyes of the night remember the day

Lonely eyes questioning all night long

+Steven Curtis Lance



Copyright MMVII








Jan 13, 2007, 5:14 am


Defiance

against one who has wronged me: for those who have not

Shallower people from sunnier climes
Dismiss my poems as "nursery rhymes"
But I construct these puzzles anyway
Word-games which all are invited to play

When I was shallower and sunnier
Mocking old poets seemed much funnier
And yet the joke is on you (if you do)
As it was once on me
Because I know how to do (but do you?)
A few things you might never understand
As some reading agree

I will be around if you need a hand
And I am not offended
(Anymore)
What you started I ended
(At your door)
Poetry is my neighborhood my town
You will never shut me up nor shut me down

Now just one more time
(Although you cannot appreciate it)
A nursery rhyme
(And oh how you know you love to hate it!):

Poetry is my neighborhood my town
You will never shut me up nor shut me down

+Steven Curtis Lance



Copyright MMVII








Jan 12, 2007, 5:15 am


Night Ravens

When one awakens then the day begins
Today my day began along with night
I slept through afternoon and woke at five
It was already dark as the world spins

But in my case a day of night felt right
Though sick all day here I am still alive
I missed the worst an innocent asleep
No day but night no heaven but no hell

My day was dark and now my night is deep
Yet dark and deep describe my feelings well
Drinking strong tea while hoping for the best
Now I will see what can be done with it

Let others have the day we have the rest
To play and puzzle where our pieces fit
The moon the stars and other nightly things
Like the magic when the night raven sings

For me
And you
I see
We two
Agree

We couple of night ravens you and me

+Steven Curtis Lance



Copyright MMVII








Jan 11, 2007, 10:36 am


Another Loser of the Human Race

From anxiety down through depression
Was a digression from society
Life took me on between my then and now
If anxious and depressed at least to be
Who I am what I dream and dare and must
At least try with a question on my face

We speak in unknown tongues nor understand
What we say but smile and try to adjust
As we build our Babel of the unknown
And when chaos calls and the tower falls
Because it was built of but wind and sand
Again and more each time we are alone

I wish I had someone to hold my hand
The ones who did once died and in their place
Left me a stranger lost in their strange land
Picking up pennies of hope as somehow
Though orphaned with an unreturned embrace
Of nothing yet I struggle and I stand

A stubborn son of Babel grasping grace
Another loser of the human race

+Steven Curtis Lance



Copyright MMVII








Jan 10, 2007, 5:29 am


Infinitude

My cat comprehends how alone we are
And stays as close to me as any dog
Ever trotted alongside a master
Although no one is master of a cat
Nor he of me but love and that is that

I want to walk but have to take the car
Or he will follow me into the clog
Of cars where each is bigger and faster
Than the one before and then there are more

When I return he is watching for me
Between the lace curtains or possibly
There under my mother's funeral tree
If someone let him out so he could wait
For me to see I escaped disaster
Such as I had warned him about before
He marks the time and marks the time as late

And I go back to my room alone
To die when I die nor force the spring
With the best friend I have ever known

In an attitude of infinitude
Feeling the meaning of everything

+Steven Curtis Lance



Copyright MMVII








Jan 8, 2007, 12:45 am


Secret

The secret he carried was wrapped with regret
And he was just not ready to share it yet
But said when he was I would be first to know
I could see that he was afraid to let go
Of something he feared might make him be loved less
And death interfered before he could confess

I think in his heart he knew I knew because
I had known all along what the secret was
We all knew and loved him more for it somehow
As much in solidarity then as now

Yet I still feel sad for him about
His living a lie he believed had to be
He was never able to come out
And because of this he never could be free

+Steven Curtis Lance



Copyright MMVII








Jan 7, 2007, 2:03 am


Refraction

As beauty is in the eye of the beholder
Perfection is refracted by the judging eye

We wisen as we wizen smarter but older
Pursuing perfection albeit with a sigh
When it seems just right to me it might not to you

But see perfection each our way is what we do
Live briefly and imperfectly then soon we die
After a lifetime of looking for something true

And whether this is it or something more
As beauty is in the eye of the beholder
May we both find what we were looking for

Perfection as refracted by a judging eye

+Steven Curtis Lance



Copyright MMVII








Jan 5, 2007, 9:51 am


Pigs of the Sky!

A tornado blew seven pigs away
But only whirled them around in the air
Keeping them up there a night and a day

And when it got tired it put them back where
They had been found eating down on the ground
After their whirlwind ballet in the round

They had been busy and they were dizzy
Wondering how big they would have to be
Before they could no longer ride for free

Yet after awhile they forgot about
All their excitement and started to doubt
If they had really flown up in the sky

Until a pig-shaped pink puff cloud passed by...

And seven snouts pointed heavenward high
They were relieved shook fat heads and believed
Sharing their secret with porcine laughter

Pigs of the sky! Seven pigs of the air
Who are now best friends forever after
Recalling down here they once flew up there

When a pig-shaped pink puff cloud passes by...

+Steven Curtis Lance



Copyright MMVII








Jan 5, 2007, 3:09 am


And Two Stars: Free

Without knowing the secrets of the sun I see
That within its bright self it seems to smile
I have no doubt it is smiling at you and me
So come closer as we smile back awhile

It will have no doubt what we are smiling about
Everyone knows about the sun and fun
Even early this morning before it came out
I felt it dawn on me a new life had begun

Without seeing the secrets of the moon I know
That it is making magic silently
And I can see in the sky wherever I go
That palest of eyes there winking at me

But my favorite heavenly body is you
Just you yourself right there just as you are
So encouraged by what the sun and the moon do
And with their blessing I name you my star

Without knowing the secrets I only guess why
But if you are a star then I must be
And I would love to join you up there in the sky
Smiling sun... winking moon... and two stars: free

+Steven Curtis Lance



Copyright MMVII








Jan 4, 2007, 5:57 pm


Curiosity and Me

I read encyclopedias all night
Consult the dictionary all day long
And while for me my style of life seems right
For those less curious it might be wrong

But my birthright is curiosity
I like to have a working theory why
Things are as they are here all around me
I was born a very curious guy
To a very curious family
And yet I do not know the answers to
The questions I wonder about all day
As you might and as many people do

For me the questions never go away
And if curiosity killed some cat
If I should die it would not be of that
For me not to wonder would be to die

+Steven Curtis Lance



Copyright MMVII








Jan 3, 2007, 9:10 pm


On a Blue Cloud of Dreams

If only I could sleep until I die
Soaring the sky on a blue cloud of dreams
Far beyond all this madness up so high
Where nothing matters anymore it seems

Let the other shoe drop for all I care
Excreted from the body politic
I want to feel the night-wind in my hair
Where war and folly no more make me sick

Since I fail to see waking hope for me
Except I sleep until I die and fly
Anywhere but here I have broken free
Broken by the earth to take to the sky

But do not wake me when it all ends please
If I cannot die at least let me sleep
If barred from the sky then let me sink deep
I want no more waking indignities

+Steven Curtis Lance



Copyright MMVII








Jan 2, 2007, 11:49 pm


The Stubbornness of Self-Sacrifice

I have struggled so stubbornly to stay
Because I simply have nowhere to go
They always told me it was mere delay
That I had to sell out and they should know

But I would not be moved not go away
Nor face the sad reality and so
I got my wish at the end of the day
And now I am a complete stranger here
In my own house gnawed by the rats of fear
Be careful what you wish for by the way

Although it is always up in the air
Although I can know no security
And in spite of what those wiser might say
I intend to keep my heritage where
My legacy can enjoy it someday

Someday they will say "that poet lived there
Even though it was impossible to
Endure what he chose to endure to be
A link in the chain of his family
He did just what he felt he had to do"

And so I live with strangers now but I
Will leave it to my children when I die
And if they should have more money than me
They can replace strangers with family
Forget about some old man and his pain
There will be children laughing here again

Although it is always up in the air
Although I can know no security
And in spite of what those wiser might say
I intend to keep my heritage where
My legacy can enjoy it someday

+Steven Curtis Lance



Copyright MMVII








Jan 2, 2007, 3:38 am


New Year's Resolution

for Franziska with love

I seek to purify myself this year
To do my uttermost in all I do
I seek to forget the feeling of fear
And to be unafraid of loving you

I seek to celebrate your beauty now
To know who my friends are that you are one
I know I want to be with you somehow

To enjoy this life and to have some fun
As much for as long as time will allow
To see how far I can go with my best
And do all I can before I am done

That you might be pleased and forgive the rest

I would like to find our place in the sun
To flourish strong and sturdy stubbornly
Staying in the light of the state of mind
Of struggling to be the best I can be

I look deep within my heart and I find
I want most for you to be proud of me
So I will do my best and start today

If you would like to be with me come on
And we can have a great time come what may
With what there is left until it is gone
Since nothing lasts forever anyway

+Steven Curtis Lance



Copyright MMVII








Dec 31, 2006, 5:20 pm


Human After All?

I try not to care
But then: she is there!
And try as I might
Her humanity
Brings mine out in me

It simply feels right

So am I human after all?
At least I would be
In good company

This leap of faith ends not in fall
But in rising creative desire
A lifting to love while tried by fire

Because she is there

Always as now
Beckoning to me
I guess I will care
Reckoning that she
Will show me how

+Steven Curtis Lance



Copyright MMVI








Dec 30, 2006, 12:39 am


Birthday Contemplation

A life of fifty-two weeks another year
A deck of cards including the jokers too
I will contemplate truth and what makes it true
On this New Year's Eve as I count fifty-two
Years a deck of cards the game which keeps me here:

+ + +

To tell the truth come what may
That a truer world might be
I embrace the ones before
We came who went before us
To dance on a different day
I thank them that they tried for
And lived for as they died for
Life discovered and love shared
Love lived life loved intensely
As pure possibility

As the ones before prepared
Life is love which we can see
Love which we cannot still more
In which life and love agree
To embrace the ones who dared
Who by this grace restore us
To embrace the ones before
Who dared to come before us
And remember what they cared
For as possibility

Even through their darkest doubt
Even doubt as dark as now
It was worth caring about
And still is somewhere somehow
Ancient wings renewed shake free
Unfold new reality
I embrace the ones before
Who danced on a different day
Who died for what they lived for
To tell the truth come what may

+ + +

+Steven Curtis Lance



Copyright MMVI








Dec 28, 2006, 10:42 pm


Ars Longa

a sonnet

Life-poets like my mother die young
Her life remaining as poetry
Mere mortals like me live on and on
Struggling somehow to get our song sung
Making a fuss and then we are gone
Losing our bet with mortality

I can race against time all I want
But my judgment is not up to me
If fate is kind one poem might haunt
Some odd book somewhere or two or three
But leave legacy to what other
People say long after I have died
And been led into light stupefied
An old man to meet my young mother

+Steven Curtis Lance



Copyright MMVI








Dec 28, 2006, 9:56 am


For Her

I remember when I saw her giving up
How it made me feel like giving up to see
After a lonely lifetime of living up
To high ideals some others misunderstood
Perfectly proper invisibility
And sacrificing self to the greater good
Thinking of self last but first of another
Armed with only kindness against cruelty
She did the best she could to be a mother
Did pretty well too and she did it for me

And after a whole lifetime of living up
To high ideals some others misunderstood
In that place of death I saw her giving up
Sacrificing herself to the greater good

For the joys which were not and the sorrows which were
I do the best I can and I do it for her

+Steven Curtis Lance



Copyright MMVI








Dec 28, 2006, 2:29 am


Through Bamboo

a sonnet for someone

I sing a song through a bone-flute of bamboo
As curling upward my voice like smoke rising
Emboldened sings about love and me and you
A song sung through bamboo can be surprising

Some people talk too much as they come and go
But you and I have talked enough now that we
Know each other so well we already know
Transcending what could be said we would just be

Tender feelings are projected on the clouds
By the pink-and-purple setting sun below
Beckoning us rise up there above the crowds
Of people who will never know what we do

Curling upward our voices like smoke rising
Our song sung through bamboo will be surprising

+Steven Curtis Lance



Copyright MMVI








Dec 27, 2006, 2:11 am


The Hopeful Heart Knows

a sonnet

The sun is soaring stronger
If only step by step but every day
The light is leaping longer

Winter is on the walk now making way
If only by a moment at a time
Impatient spring is pacing in the wings

The great wheel turns from sublime to sublime
To hasten the day when the robin sings
Again for those who waited in the dark

The landscape changes unmistakably
Each time I go outside and to the park
But spring cannot come soon enough for me

Sweet secrets lie buried under the snows
Wonders which only the hopeful heart knows

+Steven Curtis Lance



Copyright MMVI








Dec 26, 2006, 3:01 am


This Mischief I Make in the Night

Why do my books have four more pages
In hardcover than in soft?
I would ask of bookmaking sages
Who soar much higher aloft
Than some lowly scrivener like me
Yet somehow it all turns out right
I just write the poetry
This mischief I make in the night

I wonder if those pages are those
Stout outer ones thick for the ages?
As long as the binder knows
What those four pages are for
I just hope somebody reads them
Takes good care of them and needs them
No matter how they might I need them more
Because they bear my fondest fantasy

Yet somehow it all turns out right
This mischief I make in the night

+Steven Curtis Lance



Copyright MMVI








Dec 25, 2006, 9:56 am


A Set of Three on Christmas Eve

One:

Good Day and Good Night

I have decided to tell everyone
That I am in bed with the flu today
Till Christmas passes and the year is done
I cannot bear it any other way

I would like to be a philanthropist
But have no money with which to endow
What I would like and am no optimist
I cannot afford to buy my books now
Nor coffee for Grandma's percolator
There will always be good work for later
If unfortunately not done by me

Everyone would be on my Christmas list
But all I have is all this poetry
So I will stay in bed all day and write
Hibernating to return with the sun

Till Christmas passes and the year is done
I wish everyone good day and good night

Two:

For My Father

My father you have so much blood on your hands
You made your living killing
And yet you would be the one who understands
If only you were willing

From you I learned that life is not fair
Kill or be killed death lives everywhere

You are old now as am I

Here on the battlefield man to man
Let us make peace as we die
If it is not too late if we can
If you are willing

After the killing

Three:

In the Dark

Christmas Eve turned out to be
Quiet and harmonious
My first thought had been to flee
But that proved erroneous

It turned out to be just fine
Not so bad at all for me
Through a twinkle a divine
Spark of love and synergy

Though my heart was bleak and stark
Christ was born there in the dark

+Steven Curtis Lance



Copyright MMVI








Dec 25, 2006, 12:21 am


War Sonnet

Blessed are the dead who feel no more pain
We were trusting and easily misled
Lied to we went chasing falsified goals
Along with thousands and daily more dead
By little antichrists who sold their souls
A long time ago but how could we know
Our leaders had been leading us astray?

We never would have enabled their lies
If we had known then what we know today
But now as you read this one of us dies

None with a pure heart ever dies in vain
Leaving our dreams behind us as we go
Now we will never be misled again
Blessed are the dead who feel no more pain

+Steven Curtis Lance



Copyright MMVI + Semper Fi








Dec 24, 2006, 2:47 am


Christmas 2006: Absolute Aloneness

a sonnet

I am going to hide in my room this year
For Christmas as for my New Year's Eve birthday
Overwhelmed by anxiety filled with fear
I will wait it out until it goes away

I love the Christ of Christmas but for the rest
It is simply unbearable for me now
As I taste the worst remembering the best
It all seems a bitter mockery somehow

Strangers attempt to make it better but they
Cannot see that which is broken inside me
"My soul is weary of my life" as Job said

May Christ have mercy at his Nativity
On me as I excuse myself to my bed
And not to sleep there but to weep instead

+Steven Curtis Lance



Copyright MMVI











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