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Oct 27, 2005, 11:42 pm


Madeleine First Taught Me to French Kiss

Madeleine first taught me to French kiss
As we lay in soft grass in the park
Under a live-oak alive as we
Two then and I cannot forget her
Nor any of those glories which were

And I will always remember this
The lighting of a magical spark
Igniting requiting flame that day
A shining day which never grows dark
Time will never take that spark away

A very wise girl who left her mark
I wrote poems for her way back then
And always think of Madeleine when
I pass soft grass and a live-oak tree
Remembering what she gave to me

She loved my poems then even though
I was young and it was long ago
If I used to write too formally
Neither of us knew any better
Nor were we formal personally

She was Anglican and did not mind
A skillfully-tongued formality
It was on Shrove Tuesday I met her
Pancakes in the parish hall and tea
She was beautiful though love is blind

And I will always remember this:
Madeleine first taught me to French kiss

+Steven Curtis Lance



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Oct 27, 2005, 12:26 pm


Re / turning

Turning from the incidental
And commonday vacuities
Returning to transcendental
And everlasting verities
I contemplate fundamental
Things on October days like these

Between the first day and the last
Today is made of memories
Dreams of the future from the past
Surrounded by an autumn sky
Aswirl with fall fluidity
As leaves into the wind are cast

Truth is beauty I find as I
Find beauty truth enough for me
Embracing these realities
Autumnal and elemental
Which I must learn to live and die
If as I fall I dream to fly

+Steven Curtis Lance



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Oct 26, 2005, 12:35 pm


Letter by Kiss and Kiss by Letter

All I think about is girls and poetry
I think of these always even as I speak
To be honest nothing else matters to me
And I rather wish it did but it does not

I talk philosophy and celibacy
The spirit is willing but the flesh is weak
My heart remembers that which my mind forgot
I thought there was no cure but now I am sure

Luckily for me I have taken no vows
Which deny these joys so nothing disallows
My full participation in the beauty
Of girls and poetry as love and duty

I am an incurable romantic who
Has no desire whatever to grow better
Except at poetry and by loving you
To grow letter by kiss and kiss by letter

+Steven Curtis Lance



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Oct 25, 2005, 1:53 pm


Happy Hallowe'en

Hallowe'en is coming thanks be to God
A holiday which Hallmark cannot spoil
A day to be different dark and odd
A useful and most necessary foil
To all the happy sappy crappy ways
Of all those other lesser holidays
And all I have to do is simply be
To fit in with the holiday spirit
As ghosts dance in the attic above me
Having a tea party: can you hear it?

I wonder how the university
Students will get along with them up there?
They can always come to visit me where
I write my poetry down here below
Their monthly rents will be an answered prayer
And if they ask I will deny I know
Anything about all the ghosts who live
Up there: I will receive but will not give
Except for my Hallowe'en company
(Checks made payable to my LLC)

A Happy Hallowe'en to all from me

+Steven Curtis Lance



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Oct 25, 2005, 11:11 am


I Suppose That is Enough for Me

Depression

People are so kind to me and say
That I am a good poet today
And that is all I wanted to be
The kind of person they like to see
Yet I am fearful and unhappy

Secession

At least I am no longer lonely
Having embraced the celibacy
Which seems natural and the only
Intelligent solution for me
To the problem of relationships

Digression

I understand Bush is yelling at
His underlings and imagine that
He is beginning to realize
He looks a fool in our children's eyes
At least our children look up to me

Progression

I face the wind my hands on my hips
Transcending by sheer philosophy
The buffetings of uncertainty
Another day and another blast
Another piece of the future past


Concession

I suppose that is enough for me

+Steven Curtis Lance



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Oct 24, 2005, 4:49 pm


The Rainbow Bridge of Dreams

Swirling out from the uncertainties of
Time's progress spins the stuff of creation
Our togetherness our procreation
That engine of life we give the name love

The catalyst of our community
Conjoining soul to soul woman and man
Bridging these islands of you and of me
Connecting us across an arching span

A spectrum in the colors of the light
The highway of our journey through the sky
Which whether seen or unseen beckons bright
The rainbow of the dreams by which we fly

But we must dare to dream both day and night

As long as we are living on this earth
Dreams build the rainbow bridge from death toward birth

+Steven Curtis Lance



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Oct 23, 2005, 10:41 pm


Dark Legacy

Here my people have seen a century
Where we have been and where I mean to be
If least at last to save our legacy
Yet am I bound here prisoned in my mind
Fettered with ties of time's fabrication
Bereft of life by having left behind
Life for living death by suffocation
Conserving that which is consuming me?

Men came to measure yesterday to build
Apartments in my attic that I might
Have the income by which these bars to gild
Open blind windows whitewash timbers bright
Let in the sunshine to ghost-places filled
With their memories robbing me of sight
Wisp-whispered voices which will not be stilled
Freeze-framed agonies throbbing through the night

Though I have not felt free soon there will be
New white rooms up an ascending stairway
Which they say will be a good thing for me
And they tell me things will all turn out right
That when students come they will bring the day
Into this darkness where my mother wept
Into this place where my family died
Into this night where the evil has crept

Five generations of voices have cried
Drowned out here by our tears: let there be light

+Steven Curtis Lance



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Oct 22, 2005, 9:40 am


Look Fate in the Face

Here we wait at the midnight hour and well
You might ask me as you do what the hell
Are we or anyone supposed to do?

Seeing that those who run the world are nuts
Getting this feeling deep down in our guts
That it is all pretty much up to you
And me such as we are and fate makes three

The hour is late but we can fight with fate
Nobody ever wins but why not try?

We have nothing to lose since we all die
In any case so look fate in the face
I would die trying instead of lying

I say bring it on: let us die flying
I came in with a bang so out I go
And friend if you are not afraid of heights
I will take you with me to trip the lights

But those who fear to try and fly just lie
And dying know that they will never know

+Steven Curtis Lance



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Oct 21, 2005, 10:17 pm


The Big Nose Bandit

One of our famous residents is
The Big Nose Bandit well known for his
Protuberant proboscis as he
Does his banking matter-of-factly
Stealing money then stealing away

If they could ever catch him someday
It would be interesting to learn
How it was he decided to earn
His living in this distinctive way

My long nose is within normal range
And my bank account while just small change
Is impeccable in honesty
Yet a fat lot o' good it does me

Somehow I find it all rather strange
That the Big Nose Bandit does so well
While I am often in banking hell
Through just forgetting to rearrange
The ducks of my bucks in the right row

But the world is mad as around we go
As people like the Big Nose Bandit know

+Steven Curtis Lance



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Oct 21, 2005, 8:27 am


For This

Caressed by autumn's breath I feel content
All that I need to find within my soul
And feel myself complete and continent
I ask no more of others but am whole

My friend if you should come to visit me
To while away an autumn afternoon
Share conversation poetry and tea
And stay with me to watch the rising moon
I know we would be pleasant company

Yet I am satisfied to be alone

With one cat and one thousand memories
Of lovers lost and found unknown and known
My silence is not empty filled with these
Past pleasures as past pain I still remain
Open to present possibilities

The moon in all its phases shines for me
Each flashing diamond star a treasured kiss
And all of it lives in my poetry
I have not lived in vain but lived for this

+Steven Curtis Lance



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Oct 20, 2005, 4:41 pm


A Brand New Unknown Day

Nine in the morning and St. John's bells ring
My absentee ballot hangs from my box
The ravens are elsewhere the sparrows sing
And hens in the henhouse outfox the fox
This seems as good a time as any to
Take up my pencil and write this for you

No matter how grumpy or negative
One is even poor and alone like me
Morning like this is a good time to live
One must admit and anyone can see
It is better to be alive than dead
On the bright side the right side of the tomb

Although I never know what lies ahead
Not knowing what lies ahead can be fun
I am having tea here in my front room
Writing poetry with my cat on me
A brand new unknown day has just begun
And I can find no reason to complain

Physics over metaphysics today
Philosophy tries in vain to explain
Psychology drains all the blood away
Theology then weeps away the stain
I just want to go for a walk and see
The pretty ladies check me out and smile

To celebrate existence for awhile

+Steven Curtis Lance



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Oct 20, 2005, 8:37 am


Enjoy the Ride

The night is cool and clear where I am here
I only see the moon and one bright star
My furnace is still broken so I wear
As many clothes inside my house as out
And every now and then I step out there
To look up at the sky and think about
The way things have been and the way things are

I look within my heart and find no fear
Which sort of surprises me but feels good

Fear never makes things better anyway
Only worse in a random universe
Might as well have an adventure today
You can try to prepare and to rehearse
But you really never know what to say
Or if what you say will be understood
So you might as well just play it by ear

And since we really have no place to hide
What the hell: might as well enjoy the ride

+Steven Curtis Lance



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Oct 19, 2005, 6:11 pm


Idealist

High clouds drift brushing past the full moon's face
Bordered bone white against the deep blue night
A dance of seven veils of cosmic grace
Humankind always reaches for the light

Eyes irresistibly drawn to the sky
We feel triumphant when the moon breaks through
Our hope ascending as she rises high
That maybe our full moon dreams can come true

Frozen blue sparkle flashing through the mist
Improbably high impossibly far
Just my luck to be an idealist
Humankind always struggles for a star

Eyes irresistibly drawn up away
Far distant star do you sparkle for me?
Does this mean love will dawn at break of day?
The night is deep but there is hope I see

High clouds drift brushing past the full moon's face
Frozen blue sparkle flashing through the mist
A dance of seven veils of cosmic grace
Just my luck to be an idealist

+Steven Curtis Lance



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Oct 18, 2005, 7:25 am


Heart to Heart

These lines of mine are intended as a token
Of my gratitude for your caring attitude
Of kindness I see which has meant so much to me
When I have hit bottom and been the most lonely
Have been blind to hope and felt my heart was broken
Felt isolated as if I were the only
One who cared what happened words of kindness spoken
By erstwhile strangers have made all the difference

New friends have appeared and given me confidence
That I am not a bad person that there is hope
That my life has value to the lives of others
That I do not exist in some vacuum to grope
In darkness alone but have sisters and brothers
I never knew: so I want to reach out to you
By these words to repay you if only in part
To thank you and tell you I am here for you too

A thank you note from me to you from heart to heart

+Steven Curtis Lance



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Oct 17, 2005, 9:44 am


Let the Journey Begin

I still believe in kindness and beauty
Having confidence in the human race
The only race we have one noble face
In so many colors across the earth
Which still looks up to honor and duty
The majesty within each death each birth

A miracle of many one are we
In our diversity who together
Make up a mighty quilt against the chill
As we gather in this autumn weather

I believe in you I believe in me
Nor am I ashamed to still feel the thrill
Of what was once called solidarity
Leaders who lead nowhere may reject us
May not care to hear what we have to say
But their shadow world does not reflect us

Rising resistance will sweep them away
We are the people let us elect us
Right here right now to overcome someday
To question and to quest to do our best

Whatever it takes someway and somehow
Let the journey begin right here right now

+Steven Curtis Lance



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Oct 16, 2005, 2:56 am


Leaves

I embrace this change of season
Riding in on the wind today
As my senses find new reason
To waken and come out to play

The sun sets in a deeper shade
Dry leaves skitter across the street
In fireplaces the logs are laid
Soon fragrance will rise from their heat

Friends say my avocados taste
Good as they ripen fully now
Otherwise they would go to waste
I never tasted one somehow

I turn from coffee now to tea
As I do at this time of year
It seems more autumnal to me
And feels more traditional here

Though England is so far away
In autumn the old ways return
Autumn is when I remember
Those loved and lost in November

Along with the leaves as they burn

+Steven Curtis Lance



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Oct 15, 2005, 5:29 am


By Which to Entertain You

Growing up with Kipling and the hymns of my youth
Growing up with Grandma and her absolute truth
Growing up gothic in the library you know
Those stormy Saturdays with Edgar Allan Poe
So many reasons and so many seasons now
That I just like that little chime of rhyme somehow

At the end of the line there waits that little ping
That little ca-ching which I find satisfying
Some might dismiss it as an unimportant thing
But when handled gingerly and by the right hands
It makes a spark which everybody understands
And that ping is the thing which makes it poetry...

For me: thus I sing of the ping the spark I see
Which makes it poetry for me and I will be
A singer and a ringer of the chime of rhyme
In the fall of my life as we fall after all
A harmless way to leave my mark to light a spark
The ping the ca-ching is the thing of which I sing

By which to entertain you as the night... grows... dark...

+Steven Curtis Lance



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Oct 14, 2005, 6:48 pm


Courage

When troubles rise up towering
And looming over me
Instead of merely cowering
Pretending not to see
I find it is empowering
For stubborn little me
To see them for just what they are:

Long shadows cast by little things
When light is low and far
Imaginary bullyings
Formed and fattened by fear

We are not afraid of shadows here

Just as a flashlight spears the night
Slicing the darkness everywhere
So confidence will put things right
And courage will conquer despair

Courage is the light: may yours burn bright

+Steven Curtis Lance



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Oct 14, 2005, 2:58 am


Song of a Survivor

Once I was in love with a narcissist
I suppose that is what she was because
When we were together I was alone
Something was wrong I know because she was
The coldest person I have ever known

So I have learned the hard way to resist
The lure of those who rule from their own throne
In their own tiny universe to find
Since I am free for self-discovery
Who I am now and to know my own mind

Since March I have grown toward recovery
Since being left for dead and left behind
Which was a blessing in disguise to be
The sole salvation of my sanity
What nearly killed me made me stronger yet

Having gathered up the pieces I see
What a toxic effect she had on me
She made me feel as though I were not whole
Unless I surrendered my dignity
As though I were not and could not be free

It seems to have been all about control
I guard my heart now and never forget
She broke my heart but no one breaks my soul
My soul was always mine and not for her
Nor any false lovers who never were

As scripture says "hold fast that which thou hast
Hold fast that no one take thy crown from thee"
My soul belongs to no one else but me
Though I might love again someday somehow
Today it just feels good to still be here

I have learned a hard lesson and come through
A time of inadequacy and fear
A very dark time and I hope that you
Will join me simply to enjoy the now
Now is the best time of all to just be

With all that behind me gone in the past
And nothing left for me to do but live
Here in the moment and alone at last
I gave my all but I have more to give:
These empty arms and this heart full of poetry

+Steven Curtis Lance



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Oct 13, 2005, 12:42 am


Soul of the World

In my heart this morning without warning
The sun dawns on me an epiphany
In clear voices birds speak far beyond words

I realize how good it is to be
Chosen to become a part of it all
How fortunate I am to be alive

The blindfold falls away so that I see
The magnificence of riding this ball
That since I am here I might as well thrive

That I can make a difference if small
And that I need not struggle need not strive
But simply celebrate humanity

How privileged I am to be a part
Of this majestic human family
One life the earth one body with one heart

Which beats within us all one mighty soul
Breathing through the world unconquered and free
Binding together the broken as whole

In clear voices birds speak far beyond words
The sun dawns on me an epiphany
In my heart this morning without warning

My only flag shall be your love unfurled
Soaring all-embracing soul of the world

+Steven Curtis Lance



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Oct 12, 2005, 8:50 am


Song of the Night

The time when everything feels right
When life runs deep and still
My favorite time of day is night
It has been is and will
Always be the best time for me

When stars flash in the sky
The night is right for poetry
As the moon winks her eye

The night sky is the canopy
Under which love and I
Transcend the struggle of the day
Where we never hurry
As we snuggle the night away

And we never worry
For night comes again to us soon
After resting awhile
Along with the stars and the moon
And a bittersweet smile

The denizens of day seem rash
Reflected in night's eyes
Let fools be fools slash burn and crash:

I will wait for moonrise

+Steven Curtis Lance



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Oct 11, 2005, 4:35 am


Wager with Destiny

for my fellow poets

A beautiful day for a big ball game
And I have a wager with destiny
A hundred pushups and situps the same
Gladiatorial preparation
As any other day so I can be
Fit for the battle with mortality
Which I enter without hesitation

A battle which though we lose in the end
Fighting it makes us better by and by
And those who go on to win the war tend
To live all our days till the day we die
Losing the battle and winning the war
I need not wonder what I am here for
And if I blunder just blunder some more

When it is over I know I will be
There where I want to be right next to you
We will come through all this you wait and see
Hang on and never look back and just do
Your best and pass the test of what is true
These beautiful days for these big ball games
For we have a wager with destiny:

That the day we die they will know our names

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Oct 10, 2005, 1:42 pm


The Grin Beneath My Skin

I have looked at myself in this selfsame mirror
All of my days now and I see ever clearer
A skull as it begins to grin beneath my skin

At least it is smiling while I am here whiling
Away the days and ways of this my mortal span

I would rather be peering through this portal than
Finding myself on that other side as I will
Someday then I suspect when this face will be still

The shade of skin will fade away till just the grin
Remains a Cheshire cat surprise beyond the pains
And ups and downs of poets and clowns like I was

My face frowns but the skull grins and that gives me pause

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Oct 10, 2005, 2:50 am


Kindness

Does anything matter objectively
And is there something absolutely true?
Does what matters to you matter to me
And what matters to me matter to you?

Is our objectivity subjective
Or our subjectivity objective
And that which we see as reality
Is it predetermined or elective?

Why do we compete with such cruelty
As though life were lived completely alone?

The cosmos in the chaos is kindness
The constant within the inconstancy
The only light to reach through our blindness
The spark in the dark by which we might see

This is an absolute which has been shown
Objectively true for both me and you

+Steven Curtis Lance



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Oct 9, 2005, 11:21 pm


The Possible Impossibility

Accustomed to improbability
I do not easily shock nor surprise
The possible impossibility
Of things becomes attractive to these eyes
Acclimated to such absurdity
As they have so long seen along the way
Failure is often success in disguise
And bleakest night the most creative day
In my life looking back I realize

Therefore I say to come-what-may come on
Chance and change are always interesting
I might be at home or I might be gone
But fate delivers faithfully to bring
Its transcendental telegrams as they
Are issued without fail always on time
As process server more than postman now
Never shocking nor surprising somehow
Ridiculous as often as sublime

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