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Selected Poems of Steven Curtis Lance

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Feb 14, 2007, 7:33 pm


For Right Now

Happy to be here and there
After all at this late hour
Happy to be anywhere
Still with style still without power
Happy still in any case
Still to care and not to care
To exist in any place

Do I know where I might be
Tomorrow or the next day?
Someone might know but not me
Living here or passed away
Sailing or else cast to sea
Ashes into memory
Still I will have had my say
Riddled into poetry
Left behind beyond my stay

As long as there are stars in
The sky to wink at our sin
I might as well enjoy me
No one else can destroy me
So the thing to do is be
Happy to be here and there
To exist in any place

Happy to be anywhere
For right now in any case

+Steven Curtis Lance



Copyright MMVII








Feb 13, 2007, 2:24 pm


Stop

I worry that having failed in the war
Now having completely destroyed Iraq
This administration will look for more
Shenanigans to make and carry on
Pretty much more of the same to Iran
Now on the ledge to go over the edge
Taking us too far to ever come back

Will the people wake up and prove willing
Seeing the president's ship going down
To end this endless cycle of killing
While we bury beautiful kids from town?
Take back the future from the unclean hand
Which stole it and can never understand
That to increase the war cannot bring peace

Peace must be nurtured and grown patiently
And for it to bloom the bleeding must cease
Preemptive war used to be viewed as sin
But they have forgotten diplomacy
Now from a distance they send our kids in
I worry that having failed in the war
This administration will just make more

+Steven Curtis Lance



Copyright MMVII








Feb 13, 2007, 4:38 am


Dry Flowers

I

Only a heartbeat at a time
Only a breath from death
Only a soft bamboo windchime
Carried on the sky's breath

II

One wants love one needs to be kissed
One craves human propinquity
Lest the point of it all be missed
One who is one is me

III

At the end now they are alone
Pickled and fit to die
Soon they will be gone who have known
So well to live a lie

IV

My upbringing was a warning
The worthless feel most worth
I must get up in the morning
And go and save the earth

V

The lavender ribbon she wore
A cloth of gingham check
Was like some fruit a lotus bore
Delicious on her neck

VI

Only a stubborn stunted star
On a very dark night
I never meant to come this far
But I still have my light

+Steven Curtis Lance



Copyright MMVII








Feb 12, 2007, 10:04 pm


Answered

On the threshold of the introitus
He hesitated suddenly
Having second thoughts about coitus
A rite of passage he could see
Into a world of complication
Something in him wanted to flee
Causing his lover consternation

But nature told him "those who love are free"
As his lover smiled encouragingly
And this was nature doing what she does
Because she knows how these things tend to be
And that it had to be the way it was
From Adam even as it was for me
Experience answers expectation

Where all the answered questions disappear
Nature answered without explanation
The best time is now and the best place here
Having transcended anticipation
We see the folly of anxiety
Answered by nature not quite as we plan
Where yin and yang join a woman and man

+Steven Curtis Lance



Copyright MMVII








Feb 11, 2007, 8:50 pm


Why We Wander

Some say sublimation is evolution
As solitary souls make restitution
Anonymously or nearly so like me
For the familial happiness of all
That the human family advance nor fall
For want of such sublime singlemindedness
Of single sublimators like me I guess

Some say this is a pretty good way to be
Alone but not lonely in the company
Of some quixotic quest if though on Skid Row
Above people make love while we work below
Their window for the good of humanity
Out here on the street where sublimators beat
Our heads against the brick walls of convention

We do not do this merely for attention
But to advance the dance of the family

+Steven Curtis Lance



Copyright MMVII








Feb 10, 2007, 11:30 pm


Chances Are

The existential emptiness
That feeling of being alone
Gnaws us down to despair unless
What lies beyond remains unknown

I don't know and I never will
Until it comes and passes by
What lies beyond my window sill
Or on the dark side of the hill

I feel like I'm so unprepared
I'm sad I'm worried and I'm scared
But I guess I'll just muddle through
And do my best for now then die

I hope it all works out for you
The way you want but chances are
We might get close but no cigar
I guess it always hurts to try

But it gives us something to do

+Steven Curtis Lance



Copyright MMVII








Feb 10, 2007, 12:04 am


Like it or Not

My poetry is not quite what it seems
The most important parts are unspoken
The imagery of fantasies and dreams
May seem fragile but remains unbroken

Something you might not have thought of before

You may never know me nor I know you
Yet we share and I have things to show you
Gathered into books where you can see more
Buy one and give it to your library

And there I will be right there on your shelf
Exposing your town to strange poetry
In which the poet exposes himself
Without giving all his secrets away

I hide myself inside this poetry
Without exposing all the rest of me
Writing myself down here as if to say
Like it or not this seems the best of me

+Steven Curtis Lance



Copyright MMVII








Feb 8, 2007, 6:38 am


Eccentric

When they asked me what I wanted to be
When I grew up back when I was a kid
I answered them unhesitatingly
That my destiny seemed quite plain to me
To be eccentric (whatever I did)

And as it seemed then so it is today
I turned out something like I thought I would
Eccentric if not insane all the way
But the lotus unfolded as it should
To bloom the brighter as my hair turns grey

So who's to say eccentric isn't good?
The further you float from society
And the less you care about what "they" say
The easier it becomes to break free
And make your own rules for this game you play

Your own game which no one has played before
And if no one else understands the rules
Soon enough you won't need them anymore
Whatever you do don't be like those fools
With no sense of absurdity at all

Now that to me would be insanity
I'd rather be a lotus in the fall
Being eccentric (whatever I do)
Unfolding as I should but I might see
If maybe I could find a friend like you

+Steven Curtis Lance



Copyright MMVII








Feb 7, 2007, 6:53 am


Magical Morning

Something about this sparkling weather
Makes it difficult to be depressed
Out here walking I wonder whether
Anyone could fail to be impressed
Encountering nature's heartfelt kiss

All I can say is it suits me fine
Here in February to be dressed
Up in a deep sense of the divine
On a magical morning like this

I try to tread lightly on the grass
Eating no meat wearing no leather
Hoping the kiss might more freely pass
Between ultimate reality
And such reality as is mine
But let everyone live as they please

Out here walking I wonder whether
Anyone could fail to be impressed
Especially on mornings like these
Something about this sparkling weather
Makes it difficult to be depressed
Dressed up in a deep sense of the divine

All I can say is it suits me fine

+Steven Curtis Lance



Copyright MMVII








Feb 5, 2007, 10:36 pm


Yesterday's Elephants

When the moon stands stark white against the night
The blue velvet of ancient memory
I remember some hope I see some light
And I tell myself what will be will be
But whatever happens I will be fine
Forged in the crucible of suffering
Nothing can overcome this soul of mine
Fashioned to survive all and everything
By one who has suffered much more than me

The absurd circus parade passes by
Yesterday's elephants trumpeting past
What they leave on the street is all at last
I stepped in it once and learned pretty fast
The passing parade's unreality
Means little or nothing to me as I
See the moon stand stark white against the night
The blue velvet of ancient memory
I remember some hope I see some light

And I tell myself what will be will be

+Steven Curtis Lance



Copyright MMVII








Feb 5, 2007, 4:48 am


The Ring

Autumn into winter into spring
Summer into autumn as the ring
Turns round once more as it has before
From here to here in another year
Always marked from autumn as the fall
Is the best time to begin to rise

I always like autumn best of all
But shiver under these winter skies
Till upside down autumn springs for me
Bringing back sunshine and greenery
As light to these winter-darkened eyes
Which though opened sometimes fail to see

Autumn into winter into spring
Summer into autumn as the ring
Turns round not quite as it has before
From here to there into everything
Everything I need and nothing more
Eyes though opened sometimes fail to see

+Steven Curtis Lance



Copyright MMVII








Feb 4, 2007, 12:48 am


Out of Our Hands

Never one to presume a day
My Grandma planning used to say
"If the world stands"

Living a century she knew
The future was and will be too
Out of our hands

She never had nor asked for much
Yet gave and left behind her such
A hoard of sense to empty hands
Of those for whom the world still stands

The working wisdom of how to be
Like knowing that with all due respect
Those elected are not the elect
And that only the lonely are free

Minimum wage maximum stress
And social insecurity
Way down here in society
Where the misery percolates

Fancy people fail to impress
Leaving to less expensive fates
The lonely and the lost like me
Something for nothing but still free

Out of our hands
(If the world stands)

+Steven Curtis Lance



Copyright MMVII








Feb 2, 2007, 6:58 pm


Regret

The unfinished pyramid inverted
Teeters on its small top without the eye
Which closed then left when light was subverted

A nation upside down sees earth for sky
As everything becomes absurdity
Perversion itself becomes perverted
And freedom becomes a new slavery
If tomorrow comes history's pages
Will turn to new orders of the ages

If ever any hope slides down to me
I wonder how to know how to believe
And if such things as hope can ever be
Expected as to when we might receive
Some rising spark some faint encouragement
Or maybe just tell us where the light went

The unfinished pyramid inverted
Teeters on its small top without the eye
Which closed then left when light was subverted

Regret (and "how could this happen?" and "why?")

+Steven Curtis Lance



Copyright MMVII








Feb 2, 2007, 8:10 am


Geocentricity

In its geocentricity
The world turns like a whirligig
Which might make sense or it might be
Nonsensical not small nor big

A little land and mostly sea
It spins to keep us standing here
To lend our lives some gravity
With what we stand for not quite clear

But standing here is fine with me
(If something happens let me know)
Since standing here I certainly
Am willing to give it a go

The outstanding standing out here agree
The only reason we are is to grow

+Steven Curtis Lance



Copyright MMVII








Feb 1, 2007, 4:51 am


Eternity

Life on Mars?
Life on Earth!

Life after death?
Life after birth
In every breath

All the stars
Are in your eyes
Right here right now

I realize
That you are all
I need somehow

Lesser lights fall
But not these two
These lights of you

Twin compasses to regulate
This now of you this now of me
This time not too soon nor too late

And is this not eternity?

+Steven Curtis Lance



Copyright MMVII








Feb 1, 2007, 1:11 am


Playing Chess with My Cat

The tail of my cat is a rattlesnake
Tensile in its strength
Prehensile in length
Dancing deftly now he gives it a shake

On his one end a strategizing mind
Coolly focused on the game
While on his other a scythe out behind

To which it is all the same
To sweep off the chessboard or not

Regardless it always does what
My cat means it to
And always does it gracefully

But what he will do
We will just have to wait and see
Dancing deftly now he gives it a shake
The tail of my cat is a rattlesnake

+Steven Curtis Lance



Copyright MMVII








Jan 30, 2007, 1:49 pm


Shenanigans

If I were a dancer I would
Dance all night with you if I could
Or (if I couldn't) fake it well

You are an entrancer and you
Deciding to dance with me too
Could fake it till I couldn't tell

We would wear ridiculous hats
And engage in engaging chats
With startled strangers in the street

Chatting them up upside the head
Pass by the passersby we meet
Then giggling tickle into bed

Where using only body heat
We'd more than meet our quota of
Shenanigans in lucky love

Dancing or faking you and me
The motions of our poetry

+Steven Curtis Lance



Copyright MMVII








Jan 29, 2007, 9:39 pm


A Rising and a Reaching

I never think about what I will write
Nor wonder if I have something to say
It happens automatically at night
My poetry is not thought anyway
But a rising and a reaching toward the light

With practice I might get it right someday
Even though it will not mean anything
To those unwilling to meet me halfway
Though this is a very odd song I sing
Singing this song keeps me from going insane

My new book reached two hundred thousand on
That five million book list at Amazon
And I felt as pleased as with number one
My two hundred thousand book climb begun

(I never really tell anyone of
My book but I carry it with me with love)

This is my own truth my calling my thing
Which I hope you read and understand but
Though it is nice to come in from the rain
I simply have to do this: no matter what

+Steven Curtis Lance



Copyright MMVII








Jan 29, 2007, 10:11 am


Just About

A brooding darkness follows me
Encroaches on me everywhere
My former shadow swallows me

Absurdity is in the air

We who have suffered know who care
Or care not for our company
Too late but soon when here is there
Absurd yet not a tragedy
Only tragic absurdity
Of that kind we were meant to share

If only this cloud would leave me

If I could ever find the light
And get a crowd to believe me
Then that would be just about right

Between the profit and the loss
A prophet (with an albatross)

+Steven Curtis Lance



Copyright MMVII








Jan 29, 2007, 12:10 am


No Greater Love

The throbbing ache of a deep-disturbed dream
A riddle as demonic as divine
Worries the bones of hope worn white before

While with futile fists clenched a stifled scream
And a sickened heart for the thousands more
Who must dance before the dance of death ends

I watch them walk into the wall of war

Warriors who lay down their lives for their friends
And they are our kids and some friends of mine

+Steven Curtis Lance



Copyright MMVII








Jan 25, 2007, 10:11 pm


Nocturne

Late at night alone I remember things

Balloons used to come on sticks before strings
And Mrs. Ash used to threaten Danny
With a balloon stick but he was much too canny

She never caught him as far as I know
Just swished that stick then away he would go
And I would go along with him usually

(...Now at this late hour at last I know why
Each time he prayed our pastor used to cry...)

Mom was the one who taught me how to fence
With curtain rods in the kitchen defense
While hanging sweet fresh curtains dried in the bright sun

My Mom was always the swashbuckling one
Having been married to a Lance you see
Whether parent or child take the time to have fun

And then you too can remember like me

+Steven Curtis Lance



Copyright MMVII








Jan 25, 2007, 11:44 am


Recognition

The little man in the little store
Was distracted seemed disconsolate
I noticed when I went to pay for
My Diet Coke and a Tootsie Pop

His condition seemed unbearable
A flight before dying flying blind
His face was tied in a knot of care

It must have been something terrible
I tried to help but no matter what
He would not share what he could not bear
Wearing a mask which he would not drop

Certainly not for a well-known nut

Evolving into a madman now
I can see I am not alone
I always felt empathy somehow
For all the madmen I have known

Some people just prefer to keep still
A flight before dying flying blind
As my father flew and always will

As for me I am the talkative kind
My father and that little man are not
And I leave my inhibitions behind
Unlike them for my flight out of my mind

+Steven Curtis Lance



Copyright MMVII








Jan 25, 2007, 3:35 am


Down

This womb-tomb whence I come and go
Holds secrets no one else could know
Which twisted me and made me grow
Into this being you are seeing now
Only these walls the dead and I know how
But I have come from here so here I go

Heaven above and hell below
The possibilities between
Held close in this place

I hope you can see what I mean
And grant me the grace
Of your intelligent reading
For my scratchings broken and small
Something I find myself needing
To help me understand it all

Held close in this place
The possibilities between
Heaven above and hell below

And so I remain
With pleasure with pain
Again and again
The pleasure the pain
Again and again
Swirling down the drain

+Steven Curtis Lance



Copyright MMVII








Jan 23, 2007, 1:52 am


The Plaza in Orange California

the hub of my small universe

I sit beside where flocks of sheep once drank
Where ladies planted flowers long ago
And tended stubby palm trees now so tall

My mother pushed my pram here and I thank
The stubborn who had sense enough to know
Our Plaza really is the best of us

The homeless sleep here next to me and I
Can think of no splashier ending than
To dive into the fountain if I can
If it gets warm enough before I die
This is where we say goodbye to it all
This is the place for all the rest of us

I remember life and brush back a tear
Would it be better if I just forgot?
The Sterling Silver rose still blooms right here
Just as I wrote of it so long ago
I did not expect to be understood
Yet I was and it blooms inside of me

I lost it all then got it back again
Right here in this place through lines scratched in pain
Like cuts in the thickening hide of me

But if you read my books I think you could
Get some idea of who I am and why
I linger here these years no matter what

Would it be better if I just forgot?

+Steven Curtis Lance



Copyright MMVII








Jan 22, 2007, 8:24 am


Sinus Sonnet: An Independent Nose

Deeply determined it has to be free
My nose confronts me with a loss of face
It misbehaves and embarrasses me
Sneezing then running all over the place
Making up its mind independently

Attached as we are I have to give chase
Persuade it to perch with the dignity
Of gentle hypo-allergenic grace
Pointing out the path of civility
But carrying a hanky just in case

Out where the starry-eyed winter wind blows
In where the kind furnace makes my cat purr
Some things stay as true as they always were
Some of us sport an independent nose

+Steven Curtis Lance



Copyright MMVII











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