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Selected Poems of Steven Curtis Lance

Displaying Poems 1951 thru 1975 of 2858 Poems

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Nov 5, 2006, 12:12 am


Nightmares

A long exhausting night
Of nightmares robbed me of my sight

Now I can only see
Those fearful visions forced on me
And hope and trust and pray
That somehow they will fade away
As the day shines on
Until they have gone
Held at bay by the light of day

Back into the dark whence they came
And may no afterimages remain
No echoes whispering my name
But buried be to never rise again

+Steven Curtis Lance



Copyright MMVI








Nov 3, 2006, 10:31 pm


Hypocrisy

Nothing hurts quite like hypocrisy
A furtive thing with a fearful sting
False religion fake democracy
An insidious crime sure to bring
Trouble and woe wherever we go

So all we can do is watch and see
We steer well clear of hypocrisy

Being ourselves and letting it show
By being honest by living free
And never being afraid to grow
Just be yourself and I will be me
Let in and out match and let them know:

We have no need of hypocrisy

+Steven Curtis Lance



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Nov 3, 2006, 4:28 am


Come Night

Some days plod forever
Some trip lightly by
Fast or slow I never
Could understand why
Yet each day wends its way
At just its own pace
Until another day
Arrives in its place

I choose the nights between
Them in any case
The lights by which I see
You know what I mean
You and night and I know
Night is and will always be
A flow not fast nor slow
The best time of day to me

Come night until another day
Arrives next morning: come and play

+Steven Curtis Lance



Copyright MMVI








Nov 2, 2006, 8:33 pm


Completion

The thought blooms into my mind that another mind
Is directly connected to mine at this point

By reading these words tomorrow from yesterday

We are conjoined now with no before nor behind
But are connected by common cause and a joint
Fascination in discovering this two-way
Passage of our neurological energy

That what it means after all to be you and me
Is ultimately discovered in reflection
What it means in the end for you and me to be
By looking within in the other direction

We look in each other's souls and our own we see
And our completion in our incompleteness find

+Steven Curtis Lance



Copyright MMVI








Nov 1, 2006, 5:09 am


Enjoying the View from the Carousel

If I were not like you would I then be
Expected to fit your expectation?

The death of individuality
Of the specificity of the soul
Is the most personal degradation

Our relationship has always been free
Of control where each partner plays a role
According to some predetermined plan
So this is no problem for you and me

Each of us is part woman and part man
And we fit according to the season
As we have since our adventure began

Riding things out through rhyme and through reason
Enjoying the view from the carousel
Having this one chance to live all we can
We know the best revenge is living well

+Steven Curtis Lance



Copyright MMVI








Oct 31, 2006, 5:13 am


This Rambling Road

I have been wandering for so long now
Sometimes it feels like heaven sometimes hell
This rambling road of mine and yours as well
Will get us there but only God knows how

It seems so hard to get a step ahead
So easy to feel several steps behind
I will lose myself in your eyes instead
Of understanding lest I lose my mind

I am so glad you travel next to me
It seems the more I think about the road
Passing from October to November
The longer it is the heavier the load

But you remind me so I remember
This ramble is our march to be made free

+Steven Curtis Lance



Copyright MMVI








Oct 30, 2006, 5:55 am


Heading Home to You

Taking the long way but heading home to you
Dreaming of your love at the end of the day
All through my wandering that is what I do

Heading home to you but taking the long way
False starts with false hearts small actors in big parts
Having seen it all now I see what is true
And I know exactly where I want to be

Wherever you are there is my family
I rest in your love at the end of the day
Taking the long way but heading home to you

+Steven Curtis Lance



Copyright MMVI








Oct 29, 2006, 6:03 pm


Heaven on Wheels

a sonnet for Franziska

Franziska rollerblades the cobblestones
Gathering speed when fast wheels strike smooth tar
But she will not fall she will break no bones
Nor will she ever be struck by a car
For this is how God works his wily will
Through Franziska franzipping down the street
Teaching us joy all the way down the hill
The joy God would show us before we meet
The model he shares with us of his grace
In order to prepare for the surprise
When unnumbered stars skate before our face
And the blindfold at last falls from our eyes

I hope we are on wheels like she is now
Who transcends the why to embrace the how

+Steven Curtis Lance



Copyright MMVI








Oct 27, 2006, 12:05 pm


Tomorrow Never Comes

The King of Spain shot a tame drunken bear
In Russia on a trip he took up north
A King of Spain is a pain anywhere
Dramatizing things demeaning the worth
Of tame drunken bears as they roll downstairs

Is it "long live the king" and never mind
A drunken bear ended up dramatized?

It gives me pause but I am not surprised
That the King of Spain had a bear behind
Since this is not the first time nor the last
The present was prevented by the past
Tomorrow never comes in any case
No use of standing gaping and aghast
Although I can certainly understand

Just apologize for our human race
We even kill each other on command
And tell God sort them for us to our will
The King of Spain has a bear behind still
As the past returns and the future burns

It is "long live the king" and never mind
A drunken bear ended up dramatized

+Steven Curtis Lance



Copyright MMVI








Oct 26, 2006, 9:15 pm


If You Want To

What a crazy ramble this life has been
And I suspect not nearly over yet
With so much seen some better left unseen
But what I have seen I will not forget

Nor would I change a moment anyway
In a beautiful game without regret
I keep my cards close and I mean to play
So if you want to play awhile come on
The night is clear and it is warm inside
You might as well stay awhile until dawn
Make yourself at home and enjoy the ride

My finger feels freer without a ring
Once I was lonely but now I am not
For freedom is better than anything
I just got sentimental and forgot

Nobody cares about me like I do
But you can stay with me if you want to

+Steven Curtis Lance



Copyright MMVI








Oct 25, 2006, 9:29 pm


Autumn Leaves and Commonday Miracles

It turns out life is simpler than I thought
Commonday miracles bloom around me
Hope on the wind but somehow I forgot
The only way to live free is just be
And take no thought for anything but now

What is my place in the universe
And is it for me to say?
Can I make my place better or worse
From one to another day?

The answer always comes to me somehow
That letting go is what to do
To float like a leaf on the autumn wind
It seems not up to me nor you

We autumn leaves ought not be caught and pinned
But sail the day with a sense of play
As into dust at dusk we pass
Along with summer's waving grass
Under soft snow as we fall away

Eternity begins for us today

+Steven Curtis Lance



Copyright MMVI








Oct 24, 2006, 2:02 am


Uncertain Raven

for Franziska

I wonder if you love me
I wish you could be here
This lonely sky above me
Seems more empty than clear

A raven circles wary
Uncertain in the sky
I feel it knows the very
Day on which I must die

Uncertain raven in the sky
I wonder if that day is now
Yet know we never know somehow

I only wish that I could fly
To meet Franziska far away
And bring her home with me today

Uncertain raven certainly
You see me lonely here below
You know how much she means to me
Tap on her window: let her know

+Steven Curtis Lance



Copyright MMVI








Oct 23, 2006, 7:35 pm


The Rose Within the Flame

Tangibility
Palpability
Our ability to touch
What we need we want so much

You are the hands of Christ to me
The face of God my destiny

My healing comes by loving fire
In the rose within the flame
Speaks me my unspoken desire
When I feel you speak my name

+Steven Curtis Lance



Copyright MMVI








Oct 22, 2006, 10:13 pm


Mr. Hot Dog Head is Gone

His head was smaller than his neck was wide
His paunch preceded him into the room
He peered perverted was watery-eyed
And when we kicked him out how he could zoom
About with huff-puffing efficiency
The way he did was and will always be
A typical Hot Dog Head mystery

He could have had a heart attack and died
Been ground up squeezed into casing and fried
For all the fury of his hot dog ways
As victim of his hot dog headed pride
But huff and puff and in and out he went
And all of us are happy now if spent
Anticipating cooler fat-free days

Pull up a chair and stay with us awhile
Thank heaven Mr. Hot Dog Head is gone
But that the moon remains and soon the dawn
Will bring back sunny Sunday memories
Of all the happy times gone by and these
New memories which we will make today
Consider Mr. Hot Dog Head and smile

No one comes back from where he went away

+Steven Curtis Lance



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Oct 21, 2006, 4:34 am


Mr. Hot Dog Head Hits the Road

Goodbye Mr. Hot Dog Head goodbye
Your past is frying your fat at last
May you reach that big bun in the sky
Run along and try to catch it fast

Although I will not miss you still I
Marvel at the shifting shadings of
Your proud pulsing purple hot dog head
I wish you had somebody to love
But I see at least you are well fed

Goodbye Mr. Hot Dog Head goodbye
Your flushed head flashing red as you go
Your only love is the kind you fry
But all you can do is what you know

Your inner rebirth is in your girth
And we both know that you cannot grow
In any other way at least today
Good luck now as you wander the earth
But please Mr. Hot Dog Head: stay away

+Steven Curtis Lance



Copyright MMVI








Oct 20, 2006, 6:17 pm


Mr. Hot Dog Head

His head looks like the tip of a hot dog
If he wore a hat I guess it would be
A tip of the hat to a spotted hog
The spots seem to be from the sun I see
Sunspots on that big round hot dog tip head
By which he navigates till he is dead

Mr. Hot Dog Head you make me nervous
I try to put the war behind me now
But somehow you are still in the service
You give me sunspot flashbacks anyhow
Marching to the kitchen to the bathroom
Addressing both ends of the meat grinder
A marching hot dog marching to the doom
Which makes us blind and makes you still blinder

I thought things were as strange as they could get
Until Mr. Hot Dog Head and I met

+Steven Curtis Lance



Copyright MMVI








Oct 20, 2006, 12:42 am


Because of You

The busy-ness of business threatened
To eat the morning and spit out the seeds
Into these heavy-lidded eyes my friend
Till first you measured then you met my needs

Ever since then I am much on the mend
And have had such small successes as these:
The oven man came and made his repair
The garage man filled his dumptruck to spare
Us the ruins and rinds of centuries

Someone will live in the garage and we
My properly-working household and me
Will make better use of our groceries
The oven fixed garage cleaned more or less
All because of you my friend to the end
Too busy with living for busy-ness

+Steven Curtis Lance



Copyright MMVI








Oct 19, 2006, 4:00 am


A Rice Day

Adding the juice of five limes to my rice
Followed by the salsa I love so well
I feel how blessed I am knowing how nice
Brown rice tastes made tangy and hot as hell

So now breakfast lunch and dinner are done
Since this is all three meals in one for me
An abundance worthy of anyone
A piquant and pleasing satiety

I do not choose to stuff myself with stuff
I prefer a purer and simpler way
I eat once a day and once is enough
This is a rice day: a very nice day

+Steven Curtis Lance



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Oct 18, 2006, 4:09 am


Robots Calling

Lately when I answer my telephone
Robots ask me rhetorical questions
They hardly need me they chirp all alone
Or accompanied by my suggestions
That they go plug themselves or blow a fuse

A robot has rather little to lose

Which is actually a lot like me
Although we have nothing to talk about
I could chatter in answer endlessly
I could purr politely or shriek and shout
And none of it matters in any case

I like the unpredictability
One finds within our moody human race
Much better than the cold sterility
Of rhetorical robots calling here
Unrelieved by shades of humanity

With their chipper chirp and their chilling cheer

+Steven Curtis Lance



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Oct 17, 2006, 6:59 pm


Quiet and Cool

when a blowhard blows in then out again

Any fool who cannot write poetry
But can skim the first few lines may become
The judge and jury and jailer of me
Or you or of anyone not as dumb
As this self-appointed arbiter is
This tempest-in-a-teapot not-so-hot
Who could burst the bubbles in a gin fizz
By sheer and self-anointed dullardry

And so every day the real poets pay
As they pray this gasbag will float away
But until he does he creates his buzz
As he gets his kick from making us sick
While he stars in his deconstructive play
Till it all goes back to the way it was
If tempest-tossed and slightly overwrought
With the exception that we all agree

On one thing at least
Having tamed the beast
And booted the fool
Together
Our weather
Is quiet and cool

+Steven Curtis Lance



Copyright MMVI








Oct 16, 2006, 9:39 pm


Pickled Hell

for some and against others

I do not speak these poems for you
Who tear down to enlarge yourselves
But for those few whose hearts are still true
Not pickled up in jars on shelves
Where bottled-up in brine they will not grow
I speak from a place where these dare not go

No! I speak these poems for you who
Can feel your heartbeat in your breast
Your eyes are open your mind is too
To you my best I give my best
And let those who only pick apart dwell
Preserved picked-apart in their pickled hell

+Steven Curtis Lance



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Oct 15, 2006, 11:09 pm


Midnight Song

Come let us breathe fresh magic from the air
And feel how free it is to be alive
All times all places always anywhere
Particularly right now and right here
In this our time our place in time and space
As we wait for the magic to appear

Come tingle with surprise as midnight brings
Something out of nothing which is born there
Where the moon dances and the raven sings
The song which is the rhythm of our lives

Come let us breathe fresh magic from the air
And see what is brought when midnight arrives
When the hands of time are raised to its face
In a timeless moment of victory
The triumph of time having run its race
And won when the clock strikes for you and me

+Steven Curtis Lance



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Oct 15, 2006, 1:19 am


The Rest Remains

for Maria

The more I know the less I know: I know
A secret which nobody else can share
I understand myself and poetry
That it is always better here than there
And thank God for the promise of this day
The rest remains a mystery to me
So I just keep to myself as I go
On my softspoken solitary way

Eyes open mouth shut keeping my head down
Listening to what other people say
Avoiding the fool sidestepping the clown
Waiting for the blowhard to blow away

I walk through crowded streets alone and see
That in the end I am my only friend
A secret which nobody else can share
With nothing left except to simply be
And be more simply here than anywhere
The more I know the less I know: I know
I am my only friend that in the end
The rest remains a mystery to me

+Steven Curtis Lance



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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



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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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