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Selected Poems of Steven Curtis Lance

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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



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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



Copyright MMVI








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



Copyright MMVI








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



Copyright MMVI








Apr 16, 2006, 12:49 am


Enough

When is enough enough?
Soon it becomes too much
Then we begin
Over again
Stuffing ourselves with stuff

We are starving to touch
Another soul
To be made whole
We must give stuff away
To have enough today

+Steven Curtis Lance



Copyright MMVI








Apr 15, 2006, 10:47 pm


Autobiographical Dust

The famous and the infamous
Write their autobiographies
Manifestly neither of these
Just one more misfit among us
Or else among you I should say

(Being a misfit is that way)
Since my life is not exciting
I only write poems today

Yet some say I should be writing
About my eccentricities
What I have been what I might be
That maybe someone would buy it
As a book then should I try it

But I barely know poetry
And who wants to hear anyway
From some self-published nobody?

They say I might make some money
But too late for that now honey
On websites fancy folks have fun
Pretending to be somebodies
They are not fooling anyone

I like to write poetry just
As what I do before the dust
Reclaims us all ...and fancies me

+Steven Curtis Lance



Copyright MMVI








Apr 15, 2006, 1:12 am


Road Song

To be able to write the English tongue
Have a sense of humor and be well-hung
A wandering poet singing unsung
Is quite enough to be and never mind
That money honey which I left behind
To pay all those bills and cure all those ills
With which society had burdened me
I slipped their bloody hands and wriggled free

So baby it is you and me out here
This road ahead rolls on who knows how far
The only thing we have to fear is fear
Of which we have none just this moon this star
This moment and this kiss for luck this love
Around this earth beneath this sky above

+Steven Curtis Lance



Copyright MMVI








Apr 13, 2006, 4:52 pm


"How Naive of Me"

How naive of me
To believe in fate
When at last I see
Life is more or less
A hideous game
Of beautiful lies
Tragicomedy
Too little too late

TV screens flicker
A grotesque burlesque
Reflecting blind eyes
Beyond love past hate
No one is to blame
Looking back it was
Meaningless I guess

Another fool tries
Another lost cause
Impossible odds
The rich write the laws
Yet the fool chooses
Hope which cannot be
Bets all and loses

Laughed at by false gods
Of insanity
As the hopeless jeer
And the dead snicker
Another fool dies
To get out of here
Another fool sighs:
"How naive of me"

+Steven Curtis Lance



Copyright MMVI








Apr 11, 2006, 8:06 am


Family

In eight installments I paid off my past
In eight books each more heartfelt than the last
And now as I prepare to leave the scene
I know the peace of mind of having been
Heard and understood at least by those who
I did all this for: I did it for you

Who read these words of mine at this late hour
Who know that there is more to life than power
I was no one only one of many
Outcast and poor who never had any

But I wrote about it all the way down
Remaining with my ship and now I drown
And yet for all of this my dream came true
I never had any regrets nor do
I here at the end: respect to you friend
Respect and solidarity and love

It was my great adventure the time of
My life with all the bad and all the good
I am content: I spoke you understood
That makes us family now you and me

A family whose power is poetry

+Steven Curtis Lance



Copyright MMVI








Apr 10, 2006, 11:19 am


Throw Your Stones

I no longer care if I die in the street
If I live free there that is all right with me
Home or homeless live or die I will be free
To triumph in death as you live in defeat

I did what I came here for and I am proud
To have given it all the best I could do
I have no regrets and I spit it out loud:
Judge me all you want I am as good as you

You feel so fat and fine with all your money
But judgment approaches now to take you down
You see the people looking at you funny?
They are coming for you now: marching uptown

So go home and lock your door get on the floor
All both of us have left is to wait and see
The people do to you what you did to me
They know who you are what they are coming for

I did what I came here for and I am proud
To have given it all the best I could do
I have no regrets and I spit it out loud:
Judge me all you want I am as good as you

Throw your stones you sons of bitches go ahead
You can never be like me alive or dead

+Steven Curtis Lance



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Apr 9, 2006, 12:18 am


Incurious George

Smirking artificial cowboy
Incurious George W
Your followers watch you destroy
Their hope: you are in trouble you
Are past the point of no return
Now and it is too late to learn
At this late hour to do your job

Now as you face the angry mob
The angriest of all are they
Who must explain your crimes away

Crass counterfeit false everyman
Incurious George W
In World War III without a plan

Now what in the world will you do?

+Steven Curtis Lance



Copyright MMVI








Apr 8, 2006, 8:50 am


Dance Me Spring

Bursting buds bloom bigger in my weary sight
Some something has intruded on my endless night
I know spring is here now because I can see
Paired-off parrots preening in the tall pecan tree

The click click click of my kind cat's quiet claws
Purrs pointillistic patter on the hard oak floor
He heard the lovebirds scream but knew that it was
Just another sign of spring outside our back door

Where the sky is painted green with rutting birds
Who squawk a poetry beyond these English words
Easter lilies sprout in "the memorial park"
Which is nonetheless "the cemetery" ...after dark

So in the light of spring it seems that life goes on
Dance me spring shine and entrance me to oblivion

+Steven Curtis Lance



Copyright MMVI








Apr 7, 2006, 7:59 am


Sawyers and Lawyers

Sawyers once did with their saws
That which lawyers once did with our laws
They simply used them
No one refused them
One never hears of sawyers anymore
Having no saws lawyers used our laws
Now they abuse them

Thus I refuse them
Since the one I had was a money-whore
Who screwed me
Then
Eschewed me
When
The money was gone

But now comes the dawn
Of the reckoning:
Justice beckoning

No more therefore
No money-whore
Nowhere near me
With that perverted lust for power
Of attorney
At hundreds of dollars per hour
And blood the fee

I will bloom as the lotus flower
Although it be in poverty

Let lawyers lie beneath the lawn
Even by sawyers forgotten
There where wood can no more be sawn
Where wood as their word is rotten

+Steven Curtis Lance



Copyright MMVI








Apr 5, 2006, 9:44 am


Lone Wolf

Over the course of our lives we make choices
Based on what is what could be and might have been
What both external and internal voices
Have to say on the way and what these things mean
In terms of our emerging destiny here
And hereafter balancing boldness with fear
Action reaction hope and hesitation
Most of all we are just trying to get by
Our ups and downs middled by mitigation
Trying to live all we can before we die

I have always dreamed of being one of those
Misfit souls who manages to be unique
I could feel I was born for this so I chose
To follow my nose no matter what and seek
To avoid becoming a cog in the wheel
At all costs and yes it has cost me dearly
But my life is meaningful honest and real
I have developed insight to see clearly
Through the masks and facades of society
Which while they fool others will never fool me

+Steven Curtis Lance



Copyright MMVI








Apr 3, 2006, 4:44 pm


Absolute Us

The chirping voice of the Happy McNews
Take it or leave it whichever you choose
If you believe it or not and refuse
There is not a lot you can do today
To make the bad news good nor go away

The Happy McNews does not speak for me
And all I can do is write poetry
With which you may agree or disagree
But I would like to make you smile awhile
Stimulate discussion and spark some style
Into the darkness of this evening hour

Where now as ever poetry has power
Arising from surprising turns of phrase
In anticipation of better days
An emancipation of words to dance
Brought to you by a little man called Lance

When reader and writer reach synergy
This is that divine spark that energy
Of the craft of story the art of speech
Where meanings are manifold each to each
From one to another relative to
The absolute us of me and of you

+Steven Curtis Lance



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Apr 2, 2006, 11:29 pm


Sweet Spring at Last

Now I have sprung forward and changed the clocks
Taken a leap of faith and changed the locks
That winter be locked out nor find the key

Come quickly spring and shine your light on me
Come keep me company and bring with you
Your youthful dreams and make them all come true

Against the stealthy stillness of the dark
Bring buzz and bloom and leap and singing lark
Ascending where descending once held sway

Let loose your love on me lengthen this day
Which holds such promise bears such hope to be
A better brighter bolder destiny

Break bitterness now as I break my fast
And I will feast on you sweet spring at last

+Steven Curtis Lance



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Apr 2, 2006, 7:19 am


For Love

second thoughts: "to go down with my ship"?

I wonder: how can I follow this plan?
I think I have to go down with my ship
Although sensible for some other man
Less steadily held in history's grip
His common sense seems mere nonsense to me

"On to the future! Leave behind the past!"
They say to me yet how can I agree?
I have no future from what I can see
So take my stand as first I did at last
To do what the others only dreamed of

And if I do this: it will be for love

+Steven Curtis Lance



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Apr 2, 2006, 12:58 am


Transcendental Sonnet #1425 and Final:
On Learning I Must Sell Out and Move Away

The sky is falling down at last
Life ends as life begins
The rain comes down to drown my past
And wash away the sins
Of generations lived and died
What we stood and fell for

Our good and evil shame and pride
Now fades to leave no more
Than faint stain when the rain has dried
The battle and the war
Now lost to me because the cost
Was more than I could bear

An autumn leaf the wind has tossed
To nowhere yet to everywhere

+Steven Curtis Lance



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