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Selected Poems of Steven Curtis Lance

Displaying Poems 1976 thru 2000 of 2845 Poems

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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

Copyright MMVI

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

Copyright MMVI

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

Copyright MMVI

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

Copyright MMVI

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

Copyright MMVI

Sep 18, 2006, 2:09 pm

Curling Up With Cats

The cats are asleep curled up in chairs
I curl up in mine and they in theirs
And no one has bothered us today
Just as we like (may it stay that way)
The cleaning lady comes tomorrow
(A cleaning lady! Imagine that)
I inherited an extra cat
Friends give me things or let me borrow
Whatever I need: thanks be to God

People are reading my poetry
In faraway places across the sea
And though it is strange and I am odd
Some seem very fond of it and of me

The cats are asleep but I will be
Awake for awhile before I sleep
To savor the unaccustomed sight
Of hope as it dawns on me tonight
A light which is warm and soft and deep
Beckons me join in the cosmic dance
For fate has decided to take a chance
On poetry spelled L - A - N - C - E
Curling up with cats at Studio Lance

+Steven Curtis Lance

Copyright MMVI

Sep 17, 2006, 9:14 pm


Reality is relative and specific
To each participant just as each perceives it
Bright and beatific hellish and horrific
An elastic state which is as one believes it
To be
So your reality is unreality
To me

Indeed we live in parallel realities
You there in your dimension and I here in mine
While at the same time there are billions more of these
Glorious unbearable demonic divine
Yet each like its own star in a grand galaxy
We see each other sparkle in propinquity
And other galaxies to great infinity

I sparkle you this greeting across this fleeting
Moment bridging time and space from my to your place
I see you sparkle back a smile and know
We are parallel wherever we go

+Steven Curtis Lance

Copyright MMVI

Sep 14, 2006, 7:25 am


A glimmer of hope in a glimpse of light
At the tunnel's end at the edge of sight
Appears through my tunnel-vision tonight
Dim in the distant darkness as I grope
Toward what could be a heartbreak but I hope
Since were it not for hope the heart would break

So I believe tonight and I will take
This spark across the shadows as a sign
Despite what clock and calendar may say
That someday some peace of mind might be mine
If not right now in the future somehow
If not today at least not far away

As those who judge such things give second looks
Beyond what clock and calendar allow
At me like what they see and buy my books

+Steven Curtis Lance

Copyright MMVI

Sep 10, 2006, 9:05 pm

The Time of Our Lives

Time flows away like water down the drain
Life flows too yet without unseemly haste
Not only down but up to live again
Life goes on flows on never goes to waste
Knowing no past nor future only now
Its destination always here somehow

So much to live! Such promises to keep!
May life through the dining room ceiling come
And from the floor raise steps up to the stars

As feeling tingles back to rooms gone numb
In new days more of Venus less of Mars
May singing start where all was deaf and dumb
Keyboards and drums and electric guitars
Meaningful silence of study and sleep
All things in season ripe and full and sweet
Life over time and triumph past defeat

Our time is the relative measure of
Life as we live it in the day-to-day
Made up of things like hope and faith and love

The time of our lives never goes away
Along the way somebody remembers
That which is truly us is us to stay
Decembers bear Mays which bear Decembers
As life flows yet without unseemly haste
Life goes on flows on never goes to waste

+Steven Curtis Lance

Copyright MMVI

Sep 9, 2006, 2:24 am

Friday Afternoon

renovation rumination

Friday afternoon and I await brown rice
Which takes awhile but is well worth waiting for
The mail came and went and it would have been nice
To get my Vanity Fair or something more
Than advertisements not really meant for me

Or better still I could have gotten a book
That hardcover edition I want to see
And have handy that my guests might have a look
At what I do here while time flies as it lies
Couched upon the coffee table casually

Tonight a new student will ring at my door
But at least he is not coming by surprise
I suppose a softcover will have to do
Autographed yet presented with modesty
I hope he rents a room but wish he were you
I have a secret new telephone number
Which only you and a chosen few may know

The garage is stacked with all sorts of lumber
And we make daily progress however slow
Toward building a stairway to heaven that we
Can use to escape to our sanctuary
High up in the ghost rooms above everyone
From the university down here below
We two can play up there when our work is done

Leave the students and their cares behind downstairs
Having done our homework now let them do theirs

+Steven Curtis Lance

Copyright MMVI

Sep 7, 2006, 8:07 pm


I stacked chords by thirds
Stacked nine books of words
And fat lot o' good it did me

Finding fame and shame
Two sides of the same
Bid for fame and life outbid me

Was too young to die
But the years slid by
And sliding home death outslid me

+Steven Curtis Lance

Copyright MMVI

Sep 6, 2006, 6:15 pm

Late Birds

Late birds soaring solitary
Sailing sunset on their unknown
Missions seem to race the very
Sun as they run their course alone

Called away with the close of day
To destinies which only they
Will ever know and as they go
I dream of sky of you and I
Can see that we are late birds too

+Steven Curtis Lance

Copyright MMVI

Sep 4, 2006, 5:04 am

Through Me

My poems write themselves
Their origins unknown
My fingers scheming elves
With ideas of their own
And what they have to say
Seems up to them alone

I feel them trace their way
In patterns on the page
At midnight and noonday
Plying their pilgrimage
Both whimsical and stern
Doing their daily rounds

And night by day I learn
To touch becomes to see
How life outside the bounds
Of ordinary things
Is fanciful and free
How an opened heart brings
What once was closed to be
As an opened heart sings
Through life to light through me

+Steven Curtis Lance

Copyright MMVI

Sep 3, 2006, 6:25 am

Sea Stones Among "Bestsellers in Poetry" at Blackwell UK

"...and may all our dreams come true."

I have just been so pleasantly surprised by a bit of good news that I feel like sharing it with someone, and who better to share it with than you, my friends and fellow poets?

My new book Sea Stones, ISBN-10: 1847286003 and ISBN-13: 9781847286000, is now to be found among Blackwell UK's "Bestsellers in Poetry."

Although I was born in the USA, the Lances are an English family, as is my father, so it means so much to me on so many levels to be accepted and my work found worthy in the United Kingdom.

Everyone tells me that my new Sea Stones book is by far the best of all my nine thus far. I do hope you will have a look at it, and that you will like it as well. They tell me I am getting better at my work through practice.

Sea Stones is available everywhere now. The global edition, http://www.lulu.com/content/393223, is softcover, but there is a beautiful collectible hardcover edition, http://www.lulu.com/content/393233, also, available directly from the publisher (I love how it looks in hardcover).

Thank you for allowing me to share my happiness with you.

I appreciate everyone eating Lance snacks, but there is no direct benefit to me thereby. It is my little book, Sea Stones, which saves me.

May we all be successful in all we do, and may all our dreams come true.

Respect and solidarity,


Sep 2, 2006, 9:34 pm


I thought someone loved me but she forgot
To tell me how trust had led me astray
Or mention how faithfulness steered me wrong

What I had mistaken for love was not
And she let me dream a little too long
She played me for a sucker all the way

So to hell with love and to hell with her
To hell with lovely dreams which never were
The longer I live the clearer I see
The world is all a lie to her to me
To everyone that we are all deceived
Looking for lovely dreams to be believed
To be treasured and to be tortured by
We die by our dreams as we live a lie

She never loved me nor did she explain
How my wholehearted love had been misplaced
And now I can never find it again

My dream dried to dust and I feel disgraced
To have been ensnared by this world of lies
Where hate only lives and love only dies

+Steven Curtis Lance

Copyright MMVI

Sep 1, 2006, 3:48 am

Little Big Man

I sing of Little Big Man and you know who I mean
Our false unworthy emperor of what might have been
On whose mad unreasoning the earth is forced to hang
Mispronouncing grave pronouncements in his tangled twang

And if we disagree we are "fascists" you and me
Disloyal to royal and imperial decree
Freedom of speech is relative now as we have seen
Completely unrelated to the Bush family
Democracy seems to be a matter of degree
Good for Iraq but back at home he is not so sure
Especially if our politics are deemed impure

As democracy devolves into theocracy
We evolve into "the enemy" it seems to me

But he is "the decider" and only he knows best
In his brave new world only Little Big Man is free
To say and do what he pleases never mind the rest
Of what is left of what we once called "humanity"

+Steven Curtis Lance

Copyright MMVI

Aug 29, 2006, 12:03 pm

Stupor Mundi

The effect of yesterday on the hands
Of tomorrow's clock on this day before
Is that "the war" has always been "the war"

What I call "Vietnam" you call "Iraq"
The present of the past forward and back

I wonder if anyone understands

+Steven Curtis Lance

Copyright MMVI

Aug 27, 2006, 12:07 pm

Come Back to Me

You turn your head and turn away
From what you dare not understand
As darkness overcomes the day

I turn my heart and turn my hand
To reach out in a gesture of
Defiant hope and stubborn love

Believing that you still might see
If through the gloom and fleetingly
My hand extended reaching to
Find yours tonight that we might touch
Across the darkness me and you

To arc the spark of life again
The hope of love we need so much
To get us through this night of pain

We feel the light no longer seen
And I know you know what I mean
By touch we see: come back to me

+Steven Curtis Lance

Copyright MMVI

Aug 26, 2006, 11:11 am

As the Cow Jumps Over the Moon

That know-it-alls know nothing is well-known
What can be known is known unknown alone
And most of what can be is not for me
To know in any case and not my place
Because the more I know the less I know

Once certain I become less so with time
Which shadows me the faster as I slow
Robbing the reason while leaving the rhyme
The dialectic of form and function
Made moot as the cow jumps over the moon

All in a circle joins into junction
The spacetime fabric shrinking small and soon
To form a pinpoint only of the now
Soon to know nothing this suits me somehow
Satisfied to everlastingly be

And to take my turn at eternity

+Steven Curtis Lance

Copyright MMVI

Aug 25, 2006, 6:18 pm

Paint Plaster and Pandemonium

The relentless rush of renovation
Of my house has crushed my innovation
Grinding my mind to that of a zombie
Or drudge beyond the nudge of poetry

As all summer long my back has been bent
By soulsucking chores which never relent
I finish one and then another one
Or two or three or four must be begun
The past still holding a grudge against me

Miraculously I finished a book
But have scarcely seen time to sneak a look
Or even begin to savor what I
Am adequate at and what I live by

Harnessed to trudge to inadequacy
Instead I have to paint high ceilings blue
Or porch floors green or whatever I do
All a blur and bore I would do no more
Than write poems and seek a little peace

My employee believes he employs me
As he lectures me on the ebb and flow
Of pipes and the truth of the two-by-four
Sore-trying my passive diplomacy

Exhausted heatstricken now stricken dumb
I look forward to locking my front door
On paint plaster and pandemonium
When autumn falls and sacrifices cease
And renovated rise again to soar

+Steven Curtis Lance

Copyright MMVI


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