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Selected Poems of Steven Curtis Lance

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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

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Apr 16, 2006, 12:49 am


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

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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
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


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

Copyright MMVI

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

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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
Eschewed me
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

Copyright MMVI

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

Copyright MMVI

Mar 31, 2006, 8:24 pm

High Tide

The headless-chicken heralds of catastrophe
Identical grotesque in lockstep one and all
Trot to and fro and threaten to spill blood on me
But I am only waiting for the rain to fall

They bear bird flu wage war and rule the fool by fear
As polar ice caps melt to make the oceans rise
The hurricanes will be the biggest yet this year
But I am only haunted by black velvet eyes

The ocean here is just eleven miles away
And when we meet on Cleveland Street the sea will be
Ascending on a daily basis steadily
Up from the west until this is our beach someday

As hand in hand along the strand of our front yard
We scry the tips of towers sticking from the sea
And see what washes up our curiosity
Will question why our elders took it all so hard

Our house was built for floods and we are up the hill
Upslope from crooked lawyers and their mortgage schemes
The tide will wash them clean but we will be here still
To laugh last and laugh best that we held to our dreams

+Steven Curtis Lance

Copyright MMVI

Mar 30, 2006, 3:45 am


The rain came then went
Having laundered my town
The clouds are all spent
So the sun can pour down
Bright gold on the scene

The air is brilliant blue
The earth is washed clean
Old leaves and new buds too
With that urgent green
Early spring vibrancy

I am glad to be
Alive right now right here
As once-blind eyes see
This blooming of the year
Life returns to me

The blood flows in my veins
Like sap in a tree
After the labor pains
Of the birth of spring
As life itself explains:

Hope is everything

+Steven Curtis Lance

Copyright MMVI

Mar 29, 2006, 5:05 am

Lights and Shadows

Sense for its own sake music on the make
Sound all around beating heart of the earth
Pounding the sounding that all is at stake
Grab hold and hang on for all you are worth

Love for your lives these parallel journeys
All of us are lost but we find the way
We are more than those bodies on gurneys
Soon shrouded and slabbed to silence someday

Inside of us the twinkle of laughter
The tickle of hope the sparkle of love
Twinkles and tickles and sparkles above
The commonday toward the ever-after

Everyone has answers nobody knows
Some have no questions just stick us the hose
Which life soon amputates nor hesitates
As the great wheel turns and time comes and goes

For know-nothing know-it-alls a surprise:
Reality? The universe? The fates?
Unreal! Non-universal! Just your eyes!
To each being its own reality

Manifold truths multifoliate lies
Varying dazzlingly from you to me
To each its unique specificity
Twinkles! Tickles! Sparkles! Lights and shadows

So you had better start having some fun
The wheel never stops once it has begun

+Steven Curtis Lance

Copyright MMVI

Mar 28, 2006, 6:41 am

If I Fall I Fall in Love

Saint Ignatius good and gracious
What is a wanderer to do?
Shenanigans afoot I see
Come thick and fast out of the blue
As I end up where I begin

This world does not agree with me
And quite possibly not with you
Wary with no sanctuary
Death is scary but life is too
Armor is not efficacious
Against a foe which waits within

All I have left is poetry
The earth beneath the sky above
One too cramped one too capacious
I like the sea where sirens sing
And if I fall I fall in love

But love is all and everything

+Steven Curtis Lance

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Mar 28, 2006, 12:10 am

Could Be Worse

So it turns out the attorney is a crook?
What else is new?
I nevertheless have a rather impressive book
And I have you
So I can say now I have all I need today

The crookery is so intense
Those in the know keep me in deep suspense
Reluctant to say just how bad just now
Forgetting to be upsetting to me
Conveniently and for the best

I just hope they put things right then put him away
To make an example of him for the rest

But bookery is so sublime
For me such a grateful and graceful time
No matter what nor the manner how
He further enriched himself at my expense
I have my dreams and nothing else matters now

He can neither take this book from me nor rhyme
His way out of his ways so he will do his
Time in the text of the next book a textbook cad
Another inspiration in reverse
A sharp eye blinded dodging for the dime

One should never be surprised yet always is
When the attorney is a crook
What else is new?
I still have a very nice book
I still have you

Not too bad
Could be worse

+Steven Curtis Lance

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Mar 26, 2006, 11:59 am

Nor Does it Matter Anyway

For me the best antidote to futility
Is a well-developed sense of absurdity
Otherwise swimming upstream in a world gone blind
Deaf and dumber than ever I would lose my mind
Which now that I think of it I might have misplaced
Happy are those whose memories have been erased
The more aware you are these days the more depressed

How fortunate the stupid how blessed the repressed
"Where ignorance is bliss 'tis folly to be wise"
Those words were meant for here and now I realize
As a twenty-first century American
Free to kill or be killed as an army of one
No future no past no present under the tree
In the family plot there is no place for me

So I guess I will have to die another day
Live well laugh last nor does it matter anyway

+Steven Curtis Lance

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Mar 25, 2006, 10:12 am

Paradox of Equinox

Without adventure nobody wins
Motion is stopped by paralysis
Experience by analysis

At the equinox of day and night
Where yin and yang in the balance hang
In the equipoise of dark and light

At the still point of the hurricane
The locus of death where life begins
The blind eye opens to labor pain

The seed now sown is reaped grown in the fall
Life is the reason spring is the season
When life commits to death and bets it all

Vernal to autumnal and back again
This is the paradox of equinox

+Steven Curtis Lance

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Mar 24, 2006, 1:19 am

Of Eternal Joy

for Franziska

At the apex of all madness
Star atop the Christmas tree
Sparkles that sweet shining gladness
Of the light you share with me

In the joy of the eternal
Past the mad beyond the sane
The celestial and infernal
Burden blessing boon and bane

Friskaziska Franziskana
How I love your German name
Here post-Pax Americana
We are peaceful just the same

In the midst of sin and sadness
Burns a higher nobler flame
In its everlasting beauty
I find all I need of fame

In our existential duty
To transcend the shit and shame
Of a brutal and barbaric age
With Franziska on a pilgrimage

Of eternal joy though sanity cease
One girl one boy: practitioners of peace

+Steven Curtis Lance

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