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Selected Poems of Steven Curtis Lance

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Jan 22, 2006, 6:46 am


Metamorphosis

In an erstwhile disused corner
Of a dusty dining room
Scene of so much childhood trauma
I evolved from damaged mourner
Waiting to join in their tomb
All those others in the drama
Which was once my family

Here in this once barren womb
I have transcended tragedy
Something happened these past years
Through the lawsuits through the tears
Hoped from heartbreak forced from fears
Something happened here to me
I have turned into a poet in this place

Emerging from this chrysalis a butterfly
I am ready for the world to see my face
Out of the dust of death to soar in the sky
I give you me: this poetry my life's embrace

+Steven Curtis Lance



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Jan 21, 2006, 11:41 am


Whatever Happens Now

The people are frightened
Their actions are strange
Circumstances tightened
Reactions to change

An instability
Of the emotions
In a brittle daily
Dance through the motions
Self-conscious patterns of
Nervous activity
The only hope is love
The only remedy

Whatever happens now
Whatever else we do
Before we go somehow
I would make love to you

+Steven Curtis Lance



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Jan 20, 2006, 6:29 am


Life Waits

Before avenging dig two graves
And grieve twice as you do
Love liberates as hate enslaves

"Thou shalt not kill" applies to all: us too

Until we are no more
Hope is not dead
Life waits outside our door
But seeing only death our heart and mind
Lock down instead
"An eye for an eye makes the whole world blind"
As Gandhi said

So what are we here for?

For life! For hope! For seeing through both eyes!
For leaving death for dead to realize
Now is our time and leave war's ways behind

Before avenging dig two graves
And grieve twice as you do
Love liberates as hate enslaves

Life waits outside for you

+Steven Curtis Lance



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Jan 18, 2006, 6:59 pm


Simple Pleasures Shared

Violet incense and rose petal tea
New issues of Vanity Fair
Full-color-dust-jacket-bound poetry
Glenn Gould sparkling Bach on the air
Ravens stalk scolding parrots soar squawking
Sparrows just stay out of their way
Those green hummingbirds hushed us from talking
As if we saw fairies today
Cats are sleepy but then they always are

Then I know just what I will say:

"I will polish you my gem from afar"
And we can wash the car today
But first there will be flirting and squirting
With the hose heaven knows and sun
Lots of love scads of suds and fun
Wear your car-washing duds or none at all
If naked stand behind the old Chrysler
No one will see you (you're not very tall)
Then jump out and wave at Pastor Geisler

+Steven Curtis Lance



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Jan 18, 2006, 5:01 am


In Plaza Square

Come see me and step out to take the air
With me and we will see what we can see
Downtown by the fountain in Plaza Square
While parrots squawk in squadrons lustily
In ragged green ranks through the bright blue sky
As sparrows flit close to where you and I
Stick curious noses into sweet roses

Fat ravens will watch us mysteriously
From the branches of that old tulip tree
Which first bloomed on Eleven November
Of Nineteen-Eighteen so I remember
My Grandma telling me when Uncle Lee
Could come back home from the Great War at last
At night the fountain turns romantic blue

The future blooms here from buds of the past
A future I would love to spend with you

Come with me and I will read poetry
At Starbucks to earn us some free coffee
There on the square and I will brush your hair
And kiss your sweet brown skin sweet as toffee
All over everywhere nor will we care
What time or day it is or anything
And then to the shops for that perfect ring

You and me there at home in Plaza Square

+Steven Curtis Lance



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Jan 16, 2006, 7:01 pm


Alone is Not Alone

Life is not meaningless
Though it may seem that way
About every third day
Not meaningless unless
We let this sun today
Which is ours by birthright
These birds these bugs at play
Which offer their delight
Be squandered slip away
Into a sterile night
Wherein we lie alone
Confronting an unknown
Which we know all too well

While lying in their beds
Right here in our own town
Ache other worried heads
In life lived upside down
The state which some call hell
We isolate ourselves
Like corpses on morgue shelves

If we were together
We could by morning's light
Reconnect our tether
Our lifeline through the night
We are not the only
People who are lonely
Life is not meaningless
Pick up the telephone
Or go out visiting
Not meaningless unless
We live that known unknown
Life is a simple thing
Alone is not alone

+Steven Curtis Lance



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Jan 16, 2006, 12:34 am


Transcendental Sonnet #1423:
Desire

The more we want the less we get
Desire is suffering
Happy are those who can forget
Desiring anything

The less we seek the more we find
That which the heart requires
The body through a quiet mind
Receives the heart's desires

The love you seek will come to you
Ask not and you will know
Forget and let your dreams come true
At last when you let go

For empty must the vessel be
To be filled to satiety

+Steven Curtis Lance



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Jan 15, 2006, 4:26 am


Puzzle of Ten Pieces


1.) I am descended from an aristocracy of crime
And regular aristocracy too but I just rhyme

2.) When I was all ready to go fight the Vietnam War
Then the Army decided not to draft me anymore

3.) The psychiatrist from the government asked me about
What I saw and I could see he had pig ears and a snout

4.) When my mother used to practice smiling in the mirror
She only saw death staring back at her ever clearer

5.) My father is a hitman and he would like to kill you
We are proud of each other and I know he would thrill you

6.) My son Teddy the poet and my father the poet
Share a birthday and the Lance mojo wouldn't you know it

7.) My daughter Maria is a celebrated beauty
And I tell the world with pride as my genetic duty

8.) My son Stevie the rock star called me from San Francisco
While walking in Chinatown after a successful show

9.) I have known Franziska since early Two Thousand and Three
She's seen me through hell and been the most faithful friend to me

10.) Some think they understand me yet they don't and never will
They shouldn't f**k with me but just think twice and then keep still

+Steven Curtis Lance



Copyright MMVI

Should anyone want to see this poem in full color, as it was really intended to be seen, go to this link at AuthorsDen:

http://www.authorsden.com/stevencurtislance

It's on my homepage there, and also on a page of its own, easily accessed from the index. Thanks for reading, +Stevie








Jan 13, 2006, 2:41 am


Flying Lesson

Between piety and dubiety
Betwixt fundamentalism and doubt
Stands the golden mean of satiety
Wherein the soul soars but never flies blind

While those souls on the fringes flail about
Faith and reason in their season heart and mind
In equipoise avoid the noise and strife
Of the unbalanced and unexamined life

When fringes fail extremes have sorely tried
When what has been is gone let go and be
Come find the middle and be satisfied
To be full of now and open to love

Finding unity in variety
With no one beneath you and no one above
Past drunkenness beyond sobriety
From that which might have been to the golden mean

Seek not the overfullness born of greed
Wrapped in the cheap self-printed cloth of sloth
But that balance between excess and need
The satisfaction of satiety

Trust but verify claim yet clarify
For there is really but one society
To be shared by all and by you and me
Keep your wings healthy and strong: fly high fly long

+Steven Curtis Lance



Copyright MMVI








Jan 10, 2006, 7:17 am


As the Calendar Speaks Epiphany

In the midst of life it appears to me
Now as I see through its ice-brittle heart
This culture is consumed with cruelty
Though I celebrate the exceptions I
Fear they only prove the rule as I try
To find the light but find to my despair
Searching for truth as the deceptions fly
That it most often is simply not there
If it ever existed anywhere
As the calendar speaks epiphany

Though we have always felt ourselves so smart
It was our hopeful misfortune to be
Naive to believe those who would deceive
Through a propagandistic history
Which justifies hate in disguise through lies
Of glory and manifest destiny
Though we have always held ourselves apart
We were fools in the best schools we were tools
Of a tyrannical oligarchy
Which ran a scam they called democracy

And all through history little has changed
They have always been greedy and grasping
Only the deckchairs have been rearranged
Deep is the cold sea shallow the glory
As we slide to sink freezing and gasping
Caught in a net caught up in the story
Left by manifest destiny to die
In the midst of life it appears to me
Wondering under a star-spangled sky
As the calendar speaks epiphany

+Steven Curtis Lance



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Jan 8, 2006, 6:58 am


Oh Beautiful Terrible Carousel

I recall a beautiful carousel
Gold leaf on porcelain of white and blue
I rode it to heaven rode it to hell
Never got there never got anywhere
None of my carousel wishes came true
But that was my fault because I lacked faith

I wonder if I were to ride with you
If it would not end as it does in death
Maybe it would take off like a rocket
Aboard which to explore the universe
I still have two tickets in my pocket
And if we die at least we have lived worse

It beckons to me with music and lights
Like nothing you have ever heard nor seen
With enchanted days and magical nights
All of the memories which never were
Of all of the wonders which might have been
All of those dreams which they always defer

Come take me to heaven take me to hell
Oh beautiful terrible carousel

+Steven Curtis Lance



Copyright MMVI








Jan 7, 2006, 10:58 am


What the Sunset Told Me

Now as the fools fall from the weight
Of fearful folly to the fate
Of all the arrogant their days
End now as their kind end always
And ever for they can never
Grow at all since they know it all

Or so they think here at the brink
Of final destruction and fall

Sadly we slowly turn away
And wonder if a better day
Could rise with the sun tomorrow
If we too could rise from sorrow

No one left but us to love us
Nothing left to say but hold me
Nothing left but sky above us
This is what the sunset told me

+Steven Curtis Lance



Copyright MMVI








Jan 6, 2006, 11:42 pm


Lesson Unlearned

It is an observable phenomenon
That those who are down tend to get shat upon

Why do we do this to each other? Just when
We need each other most it is always then
Someone decides to take advantage of our
Incapacity and gain some petty power
At our great expense when we have least defense
A failure of sensitivity and sense

For when the ones who wound find the tables turned
They just might get burned ...by their lesson unlearned

+Steven Curtis Lance



Copyright MMVI








Jan 6, 2006, 4:24 am


The Wind the Avocado Tree and Me

Late avocados in January
Shaken down by desert winds untimely
Shining the sparkling stars to the very
Diamonds of heaven they seem to be

I watch the old tree breathing with the wind
It knows life is a dance and not a race
Obeying the laws no man can rescind
Showing there is more to life than we see
Dancing with grace in the timeless embrace
Of simple natural reality

I join the dance with the wind in my face
Unending unbegun where all is one
We children of the universe we three
The wind the avocado tree and me

+Steven Curtis Lance



Copyright MMVI








Jan 5, 2006, 5:11 am


Mens Sana in Corpore Sano

When I do a hundred situps or two
I feel a bright spark of hope burning through
When depressed or distressed I seek that burn
Of exercise so that my mind can learn
The truth a disciplined body can teach
Mens sana in corpore sano: each
Part of the person contributes in kind
A sound body enables a sound mind

Out of all my trials I realize
That my best medicine is exercise

Even though I may never be wealthy
My abdominal muscles are healthy
Hard abs are honest-earned and I have learned
That by exercising and being kind
In a tough-love kind of way every day
To my body I can enrich my mind
It makes me feel like writing poetry
When I do a hundred situps or three

+Steven Curtis Lance



Copyright MMVI








Jan 3, 2006, 8:27 pm


Spam I Am:
The Lady Seemed Nice on the Phone

As I wait for snail mail
To find out how I fail
In society's way
To measure up today
I am just hoping that Social Security
Takes the answer of a social cancer like me
And will then leave me alone
To just be this little-known
And mentally-disabled poet which I am
Emailing myself to those who think I am spam

People delete what they cannot eat
Having consumed me now they excrete
But the lady seemed nice on the phone
Consumption: excretion
Assumption: deletion
In reality things look bleak for me
I am a homeless man in a house
I have a cat but I am the mouse
Yet what do I know of reality?
And the lady seemed nice on the phone

+Steven Curtis Lance



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Jan 3, 2006, 5:06 am


Wanderer

Why do I go to the trouble to write
Perfectionistic poetry at night
When people who are paired-off are asleep
To navigate these waters dark and deep
Riding this tide and drifting like these clouds
Which float objectively above the crowds
Of those who are more fortunate than me?

With no one to be with no place to be
I am a solitary wanderer
Going places where no one ever goes
Some of which are some of which never were

And where I might end up nobody knows

I like it this way so I leave the day
To walk in darkness and leave you the light
I find poetry in the dark you see
I travel light in the dark you might say

Those who have nothing are those who are free

+Steven Curtis Lance



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Jan 2, 2006, 6:38 am


The Joining of Hands

With the future out of sight
But at peace with the past
The present time seems the right
Time to live peace at last

I need nobody
But nobody needs me
I write and study
And live simplicity

Everybody yearns
To have or have not
Yet nobody learns
That it will all rot
Till it gets too late
In a wink of fate

Without saying a word
The heart understands
In its silence is heard
The joining of hands

Where without a word spoken
Love speaks eloquently
There truth endures unbroken
Alive in you and me

+Steven Curtis Lance



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Jan 1, 2006, 12:52 pm


Here at the Turn of Time

When things go well my poetry gets smug
And things don't really go well anyway
Only a stupid illusion if snug

To get through another meaningless day

So as I fall into the grave I've dug
I'll say what I mean and mean what I say
Here at the turn of time in honest rhyme

They teach young poets to write what they know

I don't know anything but suffering
But what I know is that it makes me grow
I'll take my suffering any old time

Here at the turn of time my oldest friend

Which hurts me yet which never deserts me
The only friend I have I can depend
On as this carousel spins madly on

Faster and faster until I am gone

+Steven Curtis Lance



Copyright MMVI








Jan 1, 2006, 10:00 am


Time to Scream Happy New Year

Alone with the crowd I see
The frozen brittleness of
Our surging society
Spasming through motions of love
Screaming aloud silently
Like painted puppets we dance
Animated by steel strings
Bound and gagged by time and chance

Beautiful bright broken things
Alone with the crowd to be
Alone together at least
Dance this dance of death with me
Starving to death at our feast
Of booming banality
But it doesn't hurt at all
Doesn't matter anyway

Dancing on thin ice looks nice
Icicle fragility
Nobody escapes the ball
Everybody dies someday
Isn't that why we are here?
Now the ball will fall away
Pretty smiles freeze hard in fear
Hold my hand I understand

Welcome to the end my friend
Time to scream Happy New Year

+Steven Curtis Lance



Copyright MMVI








Dec 31, 2005, 10:28 am


On My Birthday

31 December 2005

I am thankful for this life given unto me
All its ups and downs along the way
For the privilege of serving through poetry

As I mark yet another birthday

I realize just how fortunate I have been
Grateful I had the good sense to stay
So as not to miss all the wonders I have seen

Nor would I go back and change it because
It was supposed to be the way it was

+Steven Curtis Lance



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Dec 28, 2005, 11:55 pm


To Encourage a Fellow Poet

When words are apropos and apposite
When they aptly speak the voice of your heart
Why do they elicit an opposite
Response in those you thought had eyes to see
And instead of how you thought it would be
They reject those words and rip them apart?

The cause is that old curse of jealousy

The lower nature of man far from dead
Still slithers along to rear up its head
Proudly criticizing loudly when we
Begin to speak truth in our poetry
When we find our voice when we make that choice
To stop pandering start to speak our mind
When poetry leaves the petty behind

They try to hold you down then as you rise

But they will be in for a big surprise
In a while when you through substance and style
To open their tightly-closed minds and eyes
Make all their jealous heads spin with a smile
Do what you are here for! Knock at their door
Then break through it: I know you can do it

+Steven Curtis Lance



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Dec 27, 2005, 9:47 am


Riding the Riddle

Rhyme is not a prison but a puzzle
Not to confine but refine and define
Not for the weak but that by which we speak
As by megaphone and not by muzzle
Meaningful pattern turns in the right hands
Water of prose into poetry's wine

Yet rare is the poet who understands
The true gravity of this alchemy
Heard in the silence and seen in the dark
Squaring the circle the taming of time
As practiced by madmen bearing this mark
Riding the riddle and gaming the rhyme

Poetry chooses some few for its will
Never loses nor refuses its thrill
To those who dare to answer it like me
We who claim the call then inherit all
Of poetry returning what it gave
Changed and exchanged saved by that which we save

Enslaved by poetry to be made free
As part of everything even if small

+Steven Curtis Lance



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Dec 26, 2005, 10:23 am


Two Hearts Will Understand

For all the wrong words which wound and lay waste
A poem is an act of redemption
For all the things said heedlessly in haste
A chance to say it right an exemption
An opportunity to speak to light
Cosmos out of the chaos of the night

Wherein we say in our most perfect way
Considered reconsidered thought about
That which we wish we had said yesterday
And though a little late the truth comes out
Clarified rarified into our best
Hoping that others will forget the rest
All the imperfections of life and speech

Since we never know the right thing to say
Till after the moment after the test
A poem is a letter in which each
Word has been chosen with the utmost care
We can only hope someone will be there
To read the words we meant in the first place

So go on and write a poem for me
Say things you could never say to my face
Two hearts will understand ...and destiny

+Steven Curtis Lance



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Dec 24, 2005, 11:17 pm


The Silent Singing

Echo of a winter night
When creation listened
And the daystar gleaming bright
Like a diamond glistened

From beyond the starlit sky
Comes the silent singing
Soundless echo from on high
Through the ages ringing

Once aloud in silent field
Shepherds heard those voices
Still in silent hearts revealed
Still the night rejoices

From beyond the starlit sky
Comes the silent singing
Soundless song to never die
Endless ages ringing

+Steven Curtis Lance



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