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Selected Poems of Steven Curtis Lance

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May 16, 2006, 8:22 am


Rose Riddle

A single rose bloomed and then there were two
Seeing the second one I thought of you
When next I noticed in a moment more
Roses surrounded me two three and four

And now the vine runs red nor can I count
Captured sunsets rising reaching for sky
The universe expands beyond amount
Past figure and sum to totality

Blooming in spring it surprises and I
Am utterly transfigured by a rose
Forgotten long ago and left to die
It whispers the secrets of life to me:

How everything grows (as every rose knows)
How now is all there can be (no "to be")
How looking ahead or looking behind
Makes fools fall down because they have gone blind

+Steven Curtis Lance



Copyright MMVI








May 15, 2006, 10:41 am


Kiss

A finger is better than any ring
The sea more meaningful than any ship
For nature is the anthem the birds sing

My nature is to kiss you lip to lip

We two whose parts fit into perfect one
By nature drawn together hip to hip
Are bound not by a ring nor anything
But life itself yet there is nothing more
Our children after our parents before
The here and now of us is everything

A mind is not a matter of degree
The spacetime fabric elastic and whole
Transcends artificial conformity

Face to face we kiss as soul touches soul

+Steven Curtis Lance



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May 14, 2006, 3:43 am


My Pet and His

A feline dugong shaped fit for the sea
My cat is a landlubbing manatee
Overstuffed in plushest upholstery
And yet I would never call it blubber
He is soft and warm quite unlike rubber
Also unlike dugongs lest I forget
The last thing he would want to be is wet

Freddie Noodles needs me and I need him
I guess that is why I overfeed him
He asks me he tasks me to give it to
Him: cat food kitty treats all night all day
Charmed by his chubbiness I cannot say
No though I know I should but what to do
When the cat eats enough for a household?

He eats for the both of us anyway
And yet he keeps active as he grows old
Even leaps about like a kangaroo
As I have written and as perhaps you
Recall from other poems and pages
My landlubbing manatee is a true
Literary fat cat for the ages

He eats I write and that is what we do
He is my pet but I am his pet too

+Steven Curtis Lance



Copyright MMVI








May 13, 2006, 8:20 am


Cool-Dawning

A soothing song at twilight
Is something we might need
Cool-dawning with the moonlight
As balm for those who bleed

A lullaby at midnight
Is something we could use
Sparkling the dark a highlight
Which I would not refuse

Could love songs in the morning
Right when they first wake up
Steal softly give no warning
And make the foes make up?

A soothing song at twilight
As balm for those who bleed
Cool-dawning with the moonlight
Is what I think we need

+Steven Curtis Lance



Copyright MMVI








May 12, 2006, 10:32 pm


Respect

to my friends my fellow poets
(and those who misunderstand them)


For those who do not know of what they speak
To criticize has a chilling effect
Ignorance burns smoky its light is weak
It smudges pollutes makes horizons bleak

Yet the wise offer due human respect
Even to those who seem unworthy of
This gift of their faith in the power of love
The sign by which to detect the elect

You do not like our poetry? Agree
To disagree and let us all be free

We will embrace even as you reject
You mock us loudly? We smile silently
Avenged living well forgetting the rest
Because we laugh last: we always laugh best

+Steven Curtis Lance



Copyright MMVI








May 10, 2006, 11:08 pm


I Think My Cat's Part Kangaroo

I think my cat's part kangaroo
And since he's possessed of
Such long hindquarters I think you
Too would be impressed love
To see him do as right 'roos do

Boing boing a feline pogo stick
When he gets in the mood
Up down and sideways quite the trick
Then time for more cat food
Or kitty treats or anything
He finds within his bowl

My kangaroo cat bears the spring
And shares it from his soul

His tail is like a mighty scythe
To mow down all his foes
He's broad of beam he's brave and blithe
He's got a pinpoint nose
He's sleek and fat but light and lithe
Boing boinging on his toes

I think my cat's part kangaroo
And since he's possessed of
Such long hindquarters I think you
Too would be impressed love
To see him do as right 'roos do

+Steven Curtis Lance



Copyright MMVI








May 10, 2006, 10:22 am


Out of the Blue

The only way to get is give
And the best giving forgiving
Now I see it is fun to live
How anything can happen to
Me and maybe to me with you
And am as glad to be living
As it beats the alternative

Enjoying my heartbeat and breath
Doing my best in what I do
I want to live to outlive death
Giving forgiving loving too
How about you? How about me
Asking you right out of the blue
To come with me and let us see:

What would happen if we broke free?

+Steven Curtis Lance



Copyright MMVI








May 8, 2006, 9:23 pm


We Will Meet Again

Since all things must pass
And come to an end
I must let them go
To dry with the grass
To fly with the wind
As far as I know

Away so far away around
The wide world where they will be found
To be lost there no more
All those whom I have loved and lost
Will ride the tide by tempest tossed
To fair and further shore

The sky weeps now forget the pain
Remember we will meet again

+Steven Curtis Lance



Copyright MMVI








May 8, 2006, 12:08 am


One Lone Wolf to Another

I like to be alone
Sometimes and to withdraw
From the enormity
Of a dystopic place
Past popularity
As from the populace
And freeze when others thaw
Into a world not known
To anyone but me
Into a place of grace
Where I can simply be
And the clock has no face
There where they are not free
To seize me by their law
Of forced conformity

Yet a life lived this way
Lived out of reach of touch
For day on day on day
Too little as too much
Might not quite satisfy
Without return to such
Familiarities
Of life as you and I
Have settled so to say
We scan with our fingers
Life written as in Braille
Where memory lingers
When other senses fail
And become memories
Of life then as we die

It might be better to
Just be alone with you

+Steven Curtis Lance



Copyright MMVI








May 6, 2006, 10:37 pm


Kitty Noseprints on the Window

There are kitty noseprints on the window
Where my cat Freddie Noodles looks outside
Watching for dogs on the sidewalk below
Or nightly opossums but woe betide
Some brazen stranger cat not from our street!

For when Fred meows I let him out to chase
The interloper down in full retreat
Then he comes in with a smile on his face
To eat some crunchy kitty treats and purr
Freddie you are top cat: you always were

+Steven Curtis Lance



Copyright MMVI








May 5, 2006, 9:18 pm


Hope Survives

When darkness falls and finds you sad
Remember light will rise again
Tonight though things look bleak and bad
Though all seems punishment and pain
Know soon the sun will rise surprise
And bring perspective to your eyes

Remember you are not alone
When darkness falls we all await
Through our long night of the unknown
The answer to our question fate
Unfolds at last when light returns
Who waits with patience is who learns

But patience must be learned through hope
And comes but grudgingly when young
For years we seem condemned to grope
Impatient with hope's song unsung
Yet when at last the gift arrives
In deepest darkness hope survives

When morning comes and dawn breaks out
It is as life itself were freed
The sun smiles with a silent shout
And light returns to meet our need
As out of death this daily birth
Of life itself wraps round the earth

Embraced by hope through patience we
Learn in return eternity

+Steven Curtis Lance



Copyright MMVI








May 4, 2006, 2:13 am


Death is for Stiffs with No Sense of Humor

Was it my time yet? Apparently not
I have been sent back at least for awhile
I almost left this life but I forgot
That no one leaves until the time has come
As life itself reminded with a smile
A few shenanigans of spring and some
Timely reminders of what I lived for
So here I am to live it up some more

No one can ever live down anything
In any case so forget about it
Especially here at the height of spring
What birds sing is true and is no rumor
Life is sweet and I no longer doubt it
Death is for stiffs with no sense of humor
Having seen death up close and eye to eye
I have no doubt: I am too young to die

+Steven Curtis Lance



Copyright MMVI








May 3, 2006, 8:59 am


Like Comfortable Lions in the Sun

We are and have always been family
So many years now and here we are still
With nothing about which to disagree
Closer than ever yet closer we will
Be and the question is answer to me
That yes you and I will be together
Because we are now and always will be
And never mind how long when or whether
Some things just are like the moon in the sky
A simple inevitability
We simply enjoy without knowing why

It may lack drama it may lack suspense
Does not unfold operatically
But makes us happy and makes its own sense
Like comfortable lions in the sun
Of an afternoon lie contentedly
Next to each other two happy as one
We rest in natural affinity
Sunrise sunset unending unbegun
Such is our mellow mutuality
That which just is does not just come undone
We are and will always be family

+Steven Curtis Lance



Copyright MMVI








May 1, 2006, 11:10 pm


Just the Two of Us

If I am an outsider and you are too
That means I am not an outsider with you
Together you and I with one another
Form our own inside as sister to brother
As comrade to comrade come in from the cold
To fountains of youth where we never grow old
The water of which is curiosity

The very essence of life which you share with me

The war will get worse great monster storms will come
Unimagined terrors are well underway
Yet through strife and bird flu you and I share some
Sweet and secret moments on the darkest day
Just the two of us as what will be will be
If you are an outsider and I am too
Then we are insiders who know what to do

Our eyes are wide open now: as we wait ...and see

+Steven Curtis Lance



Copyright MMVI








Apr 29, 2006, 11:24 pm


Jesus is a Worker Too

1 May Anno Domini 2006

The Lord Jesus is Latino
In solidarity I know
With those who strive and struggle hard
To clean your house and mow your yard
While like him they are rejected
By hypocrites you elected

For Jesus is a worker too
Would that you let him work for you

+Steven Curtis Lance



Fiat justitia ruat mundus

Copyright MMVI








Apr 29, 2006, 12:10 am


Poetry Competition

Poets spend their lives in competition
Not on teams but each completely alone
In a solitary undertaking
From a unique personal position
Each in a world of each poet's making
One which to anyone else is unknown
Nor does it matter what anyone thinks
Except for the one doing the thinking

Each alone in daily repetition
Dives into deep water without blinking
Into the spring where the mountain goat drinks
Competing not against each other but
Only the self in a personal quest
For the highest purest noblest and best
The unattainable no matter what

But we attain a little more each day
A little closer yet further away

+Steven Curtis Lance



Copyright MMVI








Apr 27, 2006, 8:50 pm


We Share and Are Thankful

"The eyes of all wait upon thee, and thou givest them their meat in due season;
thou openest thine hand, and satisfiest the desire of every living thing."

One at my window and one at my knee
Two cats are hungry and looking to me
The source whence each day mysteriously
Cat food arrives and some kitty treats too

Therefore they watch to see what I will do

Ravens and opossums wonder as well
The former by sight the latter by smell
They keep their distance but keep tabs on me
Wary of my cat companions you see

Soon enough all of them will feast their fill
God is in heaven and I am here still

Give me this day O Lord my daily bread
And enough too for my friends to be fed

Twelve of the clock and the St. John's bells ring
We share and are thankful for everything
Some in the garden and some in the tree
One at my window and one at my knee

+Steven Curtis Lance



Copyright MMVI








Apr 26, 2006, 8:00 pm


Take Me

Your hair is almost as long as you are
It goes on and flows and cascades so far
No one would ever imagine hair could
Pour such a paradise for you and me
There in your warm breath where I want to be
No one could imagine no one else should
There is no one who has hair like you do

Rain forest canopy deep rich and good
Your burnished-copper skin my treasure too
There where your heart beats so hard I can see
Wrap me up with love in your darkness where
My dreams are all found hidden in your hair
I have dreamed about you for so long now
Your body wrapped with mine in velvet night

I know I have to be with you somehow
Take me then take me home to your bronze breast
My body wrapped with yours in velvet night
Under your canopy deepest and best
Where duality becomes unity
While riding our riddling reality
Completed in complementarity

Wrap me up with love in your darkness there
Is nothing like the sound the scent the sight
Where at your heartbeat your love rings out free
Throbbing like the drumbeat of destiny
Where limbs and lives together are grasping
Where hands and hearts together are clasping
There where our breath together comes gasping

Anything possible everything right

+Steven Curtis Lance



Copyright MMVI








Apr 25, 2006, 6:48 am


I Think I Love You

One of the things I like about you
One of many
Is how you think about what you do
Instead of just following blindly
Fill-in-the-blank forms
Of commonday norms
But with care considered and kindly
With integrity intentional
You do the things you do thoughtfully
Without any
Compromise with the conventional

Despite all the pressure to perform
In a certain way
I know you will
Resist all the clamor to conform
Which you hear each day
Be yourself still
One reason you mean so much to me
You are real and true
This is something which I can always
Count on to get me through the dark days
I can count on you

And you are just right just as you are
I think I love you ...if from afar

+Steven Curtis Lance



Copyright MMVI








Apr 23, 2006, 8:16 pm


Beyond Actuarial Eschatology

out of time (in a good way)

As I explore time as I dig and delve
In eschatology of humankind
Twenty-One December of Twenty-Twelve
The Mayan end of days comes to my mind
Perhaps I might have had enough by then
Of numbering days and be ready when
Time drops off sharply and ceases to be
Perhaps that might be time enough for me

Yet I remember Nineteen Eighty-Four
As not so futuristic anymore

Although its politics have come to pass
Government probing us all up the ass
I suppose I will still be here to see
The future in hindsight Twenty-Twenty
And should that be all that would be plenty
Although no one knows the day nor the hour
When the stock exchange rings the final bell
Each of us right now holds time in our power:

To live our days kindly wisely and well
To make life more like heaven less like hell

+Steven Curtis Lance



Copyright MMVI








Apr 22, 2006, 7:18 am


Raven

One raven on the once-bare tree
Grooms its feathers as I can see
All around it green buds sprouting
And each bud looks like hope to me
I no longer hear the shouting
Of that erstwhile majority
As mockingbirds fall silent now

The former foes unanimous
Our leaders are misleading us

This solitary bird today
Bears truth which will not go away
Inconvenient reality
For those who would misrule through lies
As spring is born as winter dies
Bears witness to our hope somehow
That as buds burst at last we rise

+Steven Curtis Lance



Copyright MMVI








Apr 20, 2006, 6:20 pm


As I Look in Your Eyes

Based on our past our future might look discouraging
Yet I choose to hope the young will have better sense
Than their elders whose hatreds have been so intense
When the young speak of their dreams it is encouraging

And anyone could do better than we have done

Although my generation never listened to me
So my effect on things was limited at best
They liked my books as they shook their heads at the rest
But the young know that they hold the keys of destiny

That the world can be saved that its people are one

Although now it is dying the young know they must save
This home of ours because it is the only one we
Have ever known and they alone can do it: be brave
My young friends the hope of our world belongs to you

As I look in your eyes I see I am young too

+Steven Curtis Lance



Copyright MMVI








Apr 19, 2006, 1:18 pm


Poltroons Buffoons Jackanapes and Scalawags

One poltroon and one buffoon met in the square one day
And each one wished the other one would go away
The buffoon cried "boo!" to which the poltroon asked "boo who?"
They had reached an impasse and neither knew what to do
When some jackanapes with a squad of scalawags
Swept on the scene and bundled both in burlap bags

Their tempers were ruffled their "boos!" and "boo whos?" muffled
Yet their protestations were heard by the passersby
Who reacted with indifference but asked "why
Should we care about these silly hobbledehoys?
Whether bundled in those bags or not they just make noise"

The jackanapes and scalawags took them out of town
Releasing them but not before hosing them down
Nor before having jolly jinks at their expense
For poltroon and buffoon both a fitting recompense
Wherein the punishment quite rightly fit the crime
After which the passersby passed this stern rule by rhyme:

"Should a poltroon and buffoon meet in the square someday
That which is just is that they must both be sent away"

+Steven Curtis Lance



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Apr 18, 2006, 5:59 pm


A Stripling a Scamp and a Hobbledehoy

When I was a young thing a slip of a boy
A stripling a scamp and a hobbledehoy
If queried in Spanish I answered "yo soy"
Or now and again when in German "ich bin"
Sing a ding dong derry sing it high and low
I just say "I am" instead of "yes" or "no"

Should you ask me what I am I could not say
I only know this is a beautiful day
To be and since it is I would like to be
Whatever I am since all I am is me
Sing a ding dong derry sing it short and long
Curly Moe and Larry might have sung this song

Since we have no stooges here except for us
We had better call a cab or take the bus
Forget the past and future let now begin
All the time we have is the time we are in
If queried in Spanish to answer "yo soy"
Or now and again when in German "ich bin"

A stripling a scamp and a hobbledehoy

+Steven Curtis Lance



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Apr 17, 2006, 3:31 pm


That Brand Still Burns Which Once Was Burned

Driven out from the Baptist church
Branded as homosexual
My absence left them in the lurch
To others less effectual
Since by this they deprived their choir
Of the benefits of my hire
My background was Republican
But it suited me not at all
I was a curious young man
Unsuited to their cramped and small
Solutions to larger questions

I questioned their explanation
And offered my own suggestions
Reaping righteous indignation
Culminating in expulsion
Cast out from the conservatives
With misdirected revulsion
Out to where the other half lives
This was when I was seventeen
I am surprised to still be here
Yet here I am now big as life
Those Baptists bound and gagged by fear

While in the interval between
I had three children had a wife
Became a German Lutheran
Liberal Democratic man
Concordia University
Full scholarship Class of 'Eighty-Two
The poet +Steven Curtis Lance
Quite harmless even useful to
Society for having learned
A lesson of intolerance
The hard way nor will I judge you

A silk purse made of sow's-ear me
By way of one hard lesson learned

That brand still burns which once was burned

+Steven Curtis Lance



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