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Selected Poems of Steven Curtis Lance

Displaying Poems 1926 thru 1950 of 2810 Poems

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Oct 13, 2006, 8:39 pm

The Only Cure

Why does it hurt to grow?
All I know is it does

More when fast less when slow
Then never as it was
Or ever as you were

This pain is not in vain
But effect of the cause
Of life where growth is sure
And ceaseless without pause

Yet pain will not explain
Till death the only cure
For life: by life again

+Steven Curtis Lance

Copyright MMVI

Oct 13, 2006, 2:47 am

Right Here

I eat the scraps my tenants give me
And enjoy their youthful presence here
They and the mortgage will outlive me
But without them I'd have died in fear
And probably homeless hopelessness

To say nothing of the starvation
Which is part of my situation
By nature and nurture ...yet unless
I am very much mistaken I
Will be eating well until I die
Nourished by their solicitousness
Well enough for me in any case

O Lord bless the ones by whom you bless
Your unworthy servant in this place
You gave my ancestors long ago
And have now entrusted unto me
I always believed but now I know:

Right here is where you want me to be

+Steven Curtis Lance

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Oct 12, 2006, 10:25 pm

Second Saturday

A dirty little man who claimed divinity
Worked its way through all his works walked on my ceiling
Conspicuously lacking in concinnity
All he left were dirty footprints and the feeling
That I never should have let him walk up there

But I was too broken then to really care
At the time until those footprints first appeared
Since he made them walking on the other side
Which really is as wonderful as it is weird
Especially now that all the blood has dried

I trace the pattern pleasing in its disarray
Of the footprints of a barking madman's reeling
And nobody can see them but for me
And then just on the second Saturday
According to the whimsy of divinity

+Steven Curtis Lance

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Oct 12, 2006, 3:34 am

Back Home to the Dark

I went for a walk with my eyes to the ground
Ordinarily I keep them to the skies
But after that beckoning quarter I found
I knew it could never have been otherwise

I looked up and looked down I looked all around
And I could see it was a very good day
To live and especially to live as me
Already seeing how exercise can pay

So I pumped my fist in solidarity
With the anti-war protesters in the park
Twenty-five cents richer lucky as can be
And feeling a chill went back home to the dark

+Steven Curtis Lance

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Oct 10, 2006, 7:01 pm

Feeling Time a Pinwheel

Somehow I knew she was waiting for me
There was a question mark in blue and black
Tattooed in exclamation on her back
Like me she wondered when we might be free
We both knew we had no answers at all
Just questions as we headed into fall
Those unanswered questions life is made of

Headfirst head over heels in love with love
And ready for that deep-end dive at last
Which had been waiting for her and for me
With presently no future and no past
No time like the present for us to be
And feeling time a pinwheel spinning fast
We held hands as we jumped into the sea

+Steven Curtis Lance

Copyright MMVI

Oct 10, 2006, 2:10 am

My Special Relativity

"Monday is such a busy day"
I hear the airplane plainly say
As it sighs and shrugs off in flight
I think this might be a long night
But since I think this Friday last
You see how one lives in the past

This soon-to-be Tuesday morning
Fell upon me without warning
Though I am unsure as to when

As once I fell to earth in fall
Caught in the wonder of it all
When last I heard the airplane say
"Monday is such a busy day"
I think it was a Friday then
But since I think... but then again...

Time is relative anyway
And especially so to me
My special relativity

+Steven Curtis Lance

Copyright MMVI

Oct 9, 2006, 4:26 am

Reality's Ledge

Now in this moment between grace and sin
Here at the meeting place of night and day
Where light and dark play teeter-totter in
Their equipoise I see a middle way
Before the day can end or night begin
Here at the very tip of time I stand

A middleman between two worlds am I
Dark in my left and light in my right hand
The black and white of only one grey sky
As of one world where kiss the sea and land
Converging in our tandem-beating hearts
Make love to me on reality's ledge

In perfect balance as the magic starts
Come dance with me upon the razor's edge
Where we will glide between the to and fro
The universe will make it worth our while
Between two ways the shadow of a smile
Is how you know that now you really know

+Steven Curtis Lance

Copyright MMVI

Oct 8, 2006, 9:49 pm

Fresh-Baked and Only for Today

There is a moment more or less
In which right when I first wake up
I find it clarifying to
Begin my day from nothingness
Remembering that all I do
For good or ill to curse or bless
Find new love or kiss and make up
Is only mine to choose and then
Proceeds the somethingness of when
Fresh-baked and only for today
Alone unfettered by some stress
From overnight to overstay

Since new days ought to be brand new
Let each unfold in its own way
Without the complications of
The preconceived: less fear more love

+Steven Curtis Lance

Copyright MMVI

Oct 8, 2006, 5:51 am

The Man in the Moon

I wander alone at the midnight hour
And see the face of the man in the moon
Who while saying nothing sees everything

Since he says nothing I might as well sing
At least these words if you make up the tune
Because my heart feels like a blooming flower

It waxed with the moon now it opens bright
To taste the magic in the air tonight
Which affects the cycles affects the tides
As well as everyone and me besides

I study the face of the moon and see
That we are different in many ways
He has the gift of patience unlike me

But I agree with how he spends his days
And when I go rambling he comes along
Over my shoulder my friend in the sky

I think he likes it when I sing a song
About how it would be if I could fly
He surely thinks flying is no big thing
But he just smiles and shines on while I sing

I wander alone at the midnight hour
And see the face of the man in the moon
Who while saying nothing sees everything

Since he says nothing I might as well sing
At least these words if you make up the tune

+Steven Curtis Lance

Copyright MMVI

Oct 6, 2006, 3:24 am

Harvest Moon of Saturday

When moonlit magic shines my way
It feeds my soul and makes me smile
The harvest moon of Saturday
Is something to savor awhile
As I already feel its light
On this bright blazing afternoon
Here on Thursday before the night
Has fallen yet: but night falls soon

And when night falls then I will rise

When moonlit magic shines my way
I dance beneath the waxing moon
And rise with it through velvet skies
Reflecting on reflected grace
Two rovers riding destiny
We bloom full-blown on Saturday
When we reveal ourselves full-face
Ascended to our rightful place

My friend the harvest moon and me

+Steven Curtis Lance

Copyright MMVI

Oct 5, 2006, 9:06 pm

As the Night Gives to the Day

You are every song I sing
My poems are all for you
Whether you know it or not
All I write and all I do
Is for you no matter what
Anybody else may say

Count the countless stars which shine
And you count one dream come true
All the sky is yours and mine
For as you give I give too
As the night gives to the day
Nothing less than everything

You are every song I sing

+Steven Curtis Lance

Copyright MMVI

Oct 4, 2006, 10:20 pm

Smokey Joe the Extra Cat

Smokey Joe the extra cat bumps me with his head
Offering an ear to kiss which I freely do
As he peers out the window from the sofa's back

This cat I inherited was once filled with dread
Now he drinks his water from the tap in the loo
As those who live here know there is nothing we lack
So Smokey Joe the extra cat is settling in

No more cold nights for him he sleeps inside instead
Now as the best days of his curious life begin
I see that he has found what he was searching for

Smokey Joe you are the extra cat no more

+Steven Curtis Lance

Copyright MMVI

Oct 4, 2006, 6:39 am


Pinpoint puncture in time and space
Manifold manifestation
Of compound reality in
Joyful juncture of life and grace
A multifoliate mirror

A possible explanation
For what is about to begin
Where in the window comes a face
And the image becomes clearer
If only to shatter again

And so it goes at this window
So polished that even I shine
Seeing both sides above below
With all the layers peeled away
Duty delight despair disdain

A thousand thousand times a day
And the face in the mirror knows
What goes will come as what comes goes
The face in the mirror is mine
But the reflection is divine

+Steven Curtis Lance

Copyright MMVI

Oct 3, 2006, 11:46 pm

Rind of Reality

Nothing is as it seems
Our eyes can see but the
Rind of reality
As mottled by moonbeams
This surface which you see
Is but the crust of me

While the real is what the
Eye may never discern
One must look deep to learn
Things are but as in dreams

Which is not to say they do not exist
Indeed they exist in multiple forms
But only to say that one can resist
The dullness which would dominate our days
Trying to conform to commonday norms
Like those who see things as they seem always

+Steven Curtis Lance

Copyright MMVI

Oct 3, 2006, 4:08 am

Broken: Free

Light of always bright and only
Rain to wash the darkness away
Light the night tonight for lonely
Ones who await the break of day
Under their mushroom clouds of fear

Light of always in your rising
Forget us not in darkness here
You who so enjoy surprising
Those who believe but what they see
Skeptical and enterprising
Tonight make unseen things appear

Light of always bright and only
Rain to wash the darkness away
Spiraling specificity
Of highest purest noblest best
As I await the break of day
From east across the night to west

Come shine your always light on me
Shine me into eternity
Fulfill the promise of the quest
Forget me not and let me be
One whom the truth has broken: free

+Steven Curtis Lance

Copyright MMVI

Oct 1, 2006, 7:28 am

This Gift We Live

Out of the silence the shadowed ones speak
Their breath like starlight on this autumn breeze
Hear if you listen and find if you seek
Those sounds which make the strong weak in the knees
Which simply cannot be and yet which are
Defying sense and sensibility
From past our world beyond our yellow star

In words soft sound and sensible to me
I hear them charge us cherish life on earth
Enjoy and not destroy our fragile sea
Embrace and not deface our soft blue sky
Accept this gift we live and give our best

It still is not too late but we must try
They whisper urgently to me and you
The hour is late but too great is this test
That we should fail through failure of desire
Caring so little for life that we die
The death of earth by water air by fire
I want to live and I hope you do too

+Steven Curtis Lance

Copyright MMVI

Sep 30, 2006, 6:58 pm

Rose Red

A rose is blooming in my teacup here
In front of me at Friday midnight where
An hour ago red steam curled up instead
Red petals unfold while I watch them near
The place my mother fell and hit her head
I think that rose knows just what happened there
The blood of life at midnight still runs red

My mother smiles at noon from heaven now
Where noon is midnight here as time stands still
The pieces all fit together somehow
The rose my mother and I and we will
Bloom red nor can death make these petals fall
But to the mystic rain which washes all
Refreshing the living raising the dead

The world rose red within my cup tonight
The rain like fireworks blooming into light

+Steven Curtis Lance

Copyright MMVI

Sep 27, 2006, 10:52 pm

My Religion is Kindness

My poems are written as therapy
I send them to my doctor every day
Only he knows what might be wrong with me
Or right so it is not for me to say

I just know I like to write and drink tea
And I hope that handyman stays away
Since he was altogether too handy
I did all the work myself anyway
But my tenants could crush him easily
Defending their landlord muscularly

I may be strange yet there are still stranger
People out there who cannot even write
I use my charm to stay out of danger
As the angels watch over me all night

I am a blend of English and German
Cultures and something of a hothouse flower
An extremely curious Lutheran
And getting more curious by the hour
But never mind that now I talk too much
Leave it at this as the finishing touch:

"My religion is kindness"
The Dalai Lama said
The cruel live in blindness
I will be kind instead

+Steven Curtis Lance

Copyright MMVI

Sep 26, 2006, 5:52 pm

To Care and Care Not

A shadow fell between my friend and me
So dark so cold no light nor warmth between
Could pass one to the other either way
Where once we two had been as family
A wall impenetrable though unseen
Rose to divide between as night from day
An absence and a presence equally
A two-faced wraith which haunts us everywhere
It prisons us that neither one is free
From grave-deep trench and head-high thorny hedge

As love and hate dance on this razor's edge
The more we care not is the more we care

+Steven Curtis Lance

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Sep 25, 2006, 7:37 pm

Tube a Tuba

A tube a tuba toothpaste
A train a thought in vain
Wasted through unseemly haste
To squeeze away the stain
Ran off the rails with madness
While toothless tuba-mouth
Oom-pah-pah-ing with gladness
Laughed roses from the south

Squeeze not your tuba top-down
Lest toothpaste never come
Before you see a cop frown
Then feel his kettledrum-
Stick beat dissatisfaction
Behind the lower brass
Squeeze in an upward action
Or take it in the ass

+Steven Curtis Lance

Copyright MMVI

Sep 25, 2006, 2:08 am

Forever Free

I would rather be alone than wrongly paired
As I have been before with one who cared
But little if she ever cared at all

Far better in my solitude to be
A leaf flying free on the wind of the fall
Complete in perfect singularity

With no one yet with everyone on earth
If I know loss I also know new love
And as I know death I also know new birth

The grave beneath my feet the sky above
Now lifts my heart so high that I can see
The grave beneath outgrown a size too small

And my heart forever young forever free
Invites you soar along here by my side
The sun itself our groom the moon our bride

+Steven Curtis Lance

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Sep 24, 2006, 7:48 pm

Familiar Company

Observed as anorexic seen as socialist
Survivor of abuse yet still an optimist
Because it would have been worse had I known my dad
The Bush administration has me on their list
To me my greatest literary feat so far

Liberal Lutheran existentialist lad
And overall a human being as you are
Some good some mediocre blended with the bad
Intelligence has been fun if rather lonely
Just be glad this life was mine not the one you had

Now dried-up and alone I see it is only


But I remain and in familiar company

+Steven Curtis Lance

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Sep 23, 2006, 7:41 pm

As the Sun Rises

for Lanaia Lee

So many pages through so many years
Of my life's ages through laughter and tears
Phases and stages of hopes and of fears
Waxing and waning cycling with the moon
Just out of reach and the sun rising soon

Stones on the beach ride the tide to my hand
I hold them and begin to understand
Nothing is in vain nothing is wasted
Each sight I've seen each flavor I've tasted
Bittersweet savored becomes part of me
Everything I live becomes poetry

Love on my lips curls a smile makes me say
I'm happy to be here glad just to be
My life is as it is this is my way
Fresh flavors to taste and new sights to see
As the sun rises on a fresh new day

+Steven Curtis Lance

Copyright MMVI

Sep 22, 2006, 11:21 pm

Handyman Keep Your Hands to Yourself

A hobo handyman a tiny tyrant
Blew in on the wind a tumbleweed my way
As fixed in mind as in form itinerant
To work for free but I could not afford it
To suck my soul away while I ignored it
And I had to let him go for good today

Hobo handyman your handymanity
Is just not worth your unworthy vanity
On the one hand you preach at me and you say
That I am no Christian at least not like you
While on the other hand you ask about sex

Well go to hell alone whatever you do
Stay well the hell away from my house and me
Keep the stink of your hobo handyman hex
Far from me and keep your hypocrisy too
My soul and faith are mine nor can you budge me
How dare you order me about and judge me

O Lord from fundamentalists and handymen
Especially both in one save us now and then

+Steven Curtis Lance

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Sep 21, 2006, 9:51 pm


My Grandpa wasn't my grandfather
Whereas one who was wouldn't bother
While the other one was decades dead
And so I had Chief Graham instead

It was "national security"
My father said which kept him from me
So when I appeared on CBS
Who was proudest of me? You can guess

I made books for him even back then
As a troubled child but he died when
I had turned thirteen because he was
The angel of my childhood to cause
Me to know what it felt like to be
One who is loved and I hope to see
This best man this lost boy ever knew
Who loved me unconditionally
Chief Al W. Graham again
In the next world but until I do:

Grandpa! I'm still making books for you

+Steven Curtis Lance

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