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Mar 12, 2005, 7:08 pm


I Would Rather Be a Beagle Than an Eagle

A haiku sounds like a Japanese sneeze to me
I am sick of sonnets as anyone might be
Who has written one thousand three hundred and some
Mostly for a girl who treated me like a bum
Rejecting me for a German paralegal

Now my brown eyes are those of a beaten beagle
But if I learn haiku I will write one for you
Writing all those sonnets gives me something to do
And it could be the blue-eyed Aryan master race
Might yet receive from me a cream pie to the face

All these years I had thought that losing World War Two
Had discouraged them from treating people like me
As lesser children of a lesser destiny
I would rather be a beagle than an eagle
Anyway

Let us pray
That someway somehow someday we can all be free
Both the rejecters and rejected: them and me

+Steven Curtis Lance



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Mar 12, 2005, 8:08 am


Personal Ad

My love was a lie and came to an end
I have been dumped and it hurt me so bad
I am taking out this personal ad
Would anyone like to be my girlfriend?
I would love to be the one and only
Of some kind lady for I am lonely

I got the tattoo fixed without her name
It was unbearable to have it there
Now it is a dark star falling in flame
The memory haunted me everywhere
Even on my arm but is gone there now
I have to get through this and live somehow

Is it too late to get back in the game?
It was all a big lie nor did she die
It was not give and take it was all fake
She sucked the marrow out of my bones my blood is sucked dry
I want to live but feel it so much easier to die
She rejected me and she is gone: I have to move on

Tonight I throw it all away
Tomorrow in the light of day
I will see and I will be free
Would anybody like to be with me?

+Steven Curtis Lance



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Mar 11, 2005, 7:19 pm


Mardi Gras Beads in Lent

My son Teddy here to see me
Wearing Mardi Gras beads in Lent
Knows all the secrets to free me
Or at least make the pain relent
Of having been made a fool of
As a middle-aged man by love

He is fantastically charming
He makes me feel that I am too
So kindhearted and disarming
And he loves what I write for you
We ate some apples together
I gave him some Feta cheese bread

With Teddy's help I will weather
This hollow feeling I am dead
Inside feeling like an old fool
He came from parochial school
Wearing Mardi Gras beads in Lent
I hope he comes back tomorrow

Time with Teddy is heaven-sent
An angel God lets me borrow
When I have nothing but despair
The bell rings and Teddy is there

+Steven Curtis Lance



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Mar 10, 2005, 11:12 pm


Reaching Out Shyly

We have had children you and I
Well-along in life together
With those chosen to be their own
And seen many seasons pass by
Been through fair and stormy weather
Married single divorced alone

I almost forgot
How to be alive
I wonder "Now what?"
And "Can I survive?"

The sun is shining here is it shining there?
When you love someone the sun shines everywhere

+Stevie Lance



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Mar 10, 2005, 6:31 pm


A Fraud Attorney for the Journey

I haven't been able to start my car
For three days so I can't get very far
I lent or maybe gave my bicycle
All I know is it has never come back
While on foot I feel like an icicle
Perhaps because of body-fat I lack

So I really needed to get out to the store
Having eaten all my apples I needed more
But most of all I needed the pills for the ills
From which I suffer that they might buffer the pain
Of being "widowered" and then shat upon again

A nice neighbor as a labor of love agreed to drive
But then did much more out of a great generosity
Now I'm shopped and pilled my refrigerator filled to thrive
I'll survive for the Lord sends his angels to care for me
To be there for me and there's no place I would rather be
Than here in the palm of God's hand to the end of the road

That neighbor is an attorney specializing in fraud
As a fraud victim now I recognize the hand of God
Life has taken from me but always paid back what it owed
And I thank God for a fraud attorney for the journey

+Steven Curtis Lance



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Mar 10, 2005, 1:45 am


Transcendental Sonnet #1322:
So Free Now

My transformed tattoo is all healed-up now
Emblem of my having survived somehow
The strangest experience of my days
I will remember this nightmare always

But I take a deep breath and feel stronger
Having decided I would no longer
Live a lie for liars ever again
Freed as by fire and purified by pain
From base alloy I am refined to gold
I am mine and cannot be bought nor sold

Though I am alone my soul is my own
And that is worth not less than everything
Single with ten fingers and not one ring
I feel so free now just to be alone

+Steven Curtis Lance



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Mar 9, 2005, 8:54 pm


Raise Your Middle Finger

for my kids of all ages everywhere

Looking back from fifty I'll save you some trouble
Just tell you straight up and burst another bubble
I want you to know an essential paradox
By which selfish people try to keep you in a box
In my experience I've found it to be true
That whenever anybody looks down on you
That person is not worth giving a second thought
And it's sad but true that people like that have brought
Most of all the misery we suffer down here
In a world manipulated by pain and fear

Raise your middle finger and say f**k YOU to these
Purveyors of doom and dysfunction and disease
I'm as good as anybody and so are you
In my retrospective view monkeys in the zoo
Have been much better people than judgmental dudes
Looking down long noses with shortsighted attitudes
And both the dudes and their 'tudes could use a swift kick
Right in their fancy asses having made us all sick
But you and I will live well and we'll laugh best and last
And we'll leave their narrowminded natterings in the past

So the next time one of these losers tries to put you down
Remember: foot to ass finger to face ...and smile to frown

+Steven Curtis (Papa) Lance

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Mar 9, 2005, 5:20 am


As I Move On

Better late than never but still too late
Lost in a lonely land alone
To avoid the scorpion-sting of fate
Not for the first time I have known
What it feels like to be played for a clown
Against my will to entertain
Sick sadistic souls in a soulless town
Who find their pleasure in my pain

I stumble into the discovery
That I am still here wiser if sadder
That the fools cannot make a fool of me
The more I think about it the madder
I get and yet not a single regret
Not a cloud in my sky I am too young to die
Even though the misbegotten might not be gone
Soon all this will be forgotten as I move on

Scornfully underestimating me
They have disrespected destiny
Thus they make their fatal mistake
Tomorrow they will be gone
I smile as I move on

+Steven Curtis Lance



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Mar 8, 2005, 5:09 pm


My Fellow Wanderer: My Friend

Friend let me walk with you awhile
Along this raggedy road
And we can make each other smile
While bearing the heavy load
Which is the lot of those of us
Who are doomed to wandering
No looking back no tears no fuss
Just a bittersweet song to sing

Enough and too much of the gloom and doom
Which darkens the road between womb and tomb
Away with all that and get on with it
May God bless and keep us along the way
I think you and I are a perfect fit
You me and the road on a foggy day

And I know there are far too many words
Thrown about everywhere hither and yon
So we can just listen to these busy birds
Working alongside as we wander on
Walking alongside through sunshine and rain
Triumph and tragedy pleasure and pain
All of it all of it till it is gone
For we will never pass this way again

God bless and keep us to the end
My fellow wanderer: my friend

+Steven Curtis Lance



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Mar 7, 2005, 11:42 pm


Life Without Her

She lied and tricked and scammed me
She cursed me and Goddamned me
Exhausting me with all her drama
Unresolved from Papa and Mama
While I the fool rushed down to hell for duty
Drawn to doom by an unseen siren's beauty

I was a good sport and I did my level best
And I believed as she deceived and cheated me
I was in love and never mind all the rest
Now she lies in the arms of an enemy
A man she had always told me was a pig
The worst take what they want from the best of us
Their hearts are so small but their egos are big
Enough for all and each of the rest of us

I look back now so sadly
Why did it have to end like this?
It all turned out so badly
Now I will never taste her kiss

I loved that girl... so madly...

Oh Silke Shining in the Sky!
Who are you really?
Oh transcendental butterfly!
Please... come back to me...

But you are gone...
...If you ever were
Dusk without dawn...
...And life without her

+Steven Curtis Lance



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Mar 6, 2005, 6:03 pm


An English Girl for Me

a silly song for Chanti

I sing of an English girl whom I know
Who doesn't consider me common nor low
Who never says I'm "geschmacklos" and so
To hell with those cruel continentals
Who never understood the fundamentals
Of decency especially to me
An English girl for me and wouldn't you agree
That the ability to laugh is half the battle?
Nor have her people ever treated mine like cattle

But all that's in the past I suppose they would say
Except they keep treating me like that today
I've got your "geschmacklos" I've got it right here
Take along some raspberries and a Bronx cheer
I may be a mongrel but mongrels can bite
And I might be mixed-up but part of me's right
My father's English after all and I'd a damn sight
Rather not bother with people who look down on me
Are cross and bossy whether here or across the sea

+Steven Curtis Lance



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Mar 6, 2005, 12:27 pm


Transcendental Sonnet #1321:
All a Lie

It was all a lie just a vulgar trick
A cheap disappointing Internet scam
A third-rate opera which makes me sick
It shows the world knows how lonely I am

And this farce went on for a thousand days
Only now am I beginning to see
Stumbling in a daze from the purple haze
Of a crazy maze what she did to me

Now my empty arms hold only the whys
Of how she could pretend and seem to be
What she was not to my naive surprise

Of course there was a man who helped her to
Make a fool of me and possibly you
I hope I can forget her and be free

+Steven Curtis Lance



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Mar 5, 2005, 5:32 pm


Transcendental Sonnet #1320:
Awakening

He is old his chest is bony
He is cold his heart is stony
He ate the bitter fruit of love
He swallowed all the pain
This dead man I am speaking of
Today will rise again

The light returns to burned-out eyes
The flesh returns to bone
The heartbeat and the breath arise
The soft smooth flesh from stone

The senses are restored and take
It all in as a smile
Returns to grace a newborn face
Missed for a little while

+Steven Curtis Lance



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Mar 5, 2005, 1:47 am


Totus Tuus Domine

Prodigal lost far away
Would I could come home again
Lovelorn wandered far astray
I would lose this searching soul
At the breast of God today
Incomplete to be found whole
Take this ache and break this pain
Totus tuus Domine

Sold by self to slavery
Hope has flickered strength has gone
Here where darkness covers me
Light of light break through with dawn
Liberator make me free
Let me find my purpose there
At your breast as once young John
Found to share it everywhere

Hope and strength bring me to be
Overshadowed by the love
Of your rising Son to see
Bridged beneath beyond above
Past the life and death of man
Arching to eternity
Spun the spectrum in a span
Raise the rainbow over me

Lift me over hoist me high
Life in death and love through pain
To walk fearless on the sky
As once Peter on the sea
Once-cocooned to rise again
Give me wings and breathe on me
I would be a butterfly
In nomine Domini

Love thought lost and gone away
Rediscovered in the light
Of a thousand suns today
Overwhelm this jealous night
Take me father come what may
Spirit breathe me to the bright
Promise of your rising day
Totus tuus Domine

+Steven Curtis Lance



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Mar 4, 2005, 11:09 am


Transcendental Sonnet #1319:
Breakup Blues

You know it at last deep down in your guts
Years of your life gone completely to waste
The person you love is utterly nuts
Married at leisure repenting in haste
You got bad news you got the breakup blues

It all becomes clear now what you must do
And you must get rid of that damned tattoo

Run do not walk depression makes lazy
Get the hell far and well away from there
No use to talk you both have gone crazy
Remember all in love and war is fair
You got bad news you got the breakup blues

Now go ahead and do what you must do
She knows your secret but you know hers too

+Steven Curtis Lance



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Mar 4, 2005, 12:30 am


The Sun Still Shines

One day of sun then follow five of rain
I want to make the very most of this
Holiday before I get hosed again
My upturned face embracing this last kiss
Of sun before a storm which once begun
Might flood my cellar before it is done

But what do they know on the radio?
It might never come and it might just go
If it comes at all sooner than they know

The days have been colder inside than out
And all of them have been one storm for me
For about as long as I can recall
Certainly since the beginning of fall
I fell as well but now I want to shout
That the sun is shining inside of me

I believed I received and then I grieved
To know it was over but now relieved
The sun still shines I see my heart is free

+Steven Curtis Lance



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Mar 3, 2005, 2:36 pm


Mourning Then Morning Now

I know sometimes my rhymes get dark and dense
Grow grim and grimmer tense and in suspense
I must seem enigmatic at the least
The Antichrist perhaps or just the Beast
I do not wish to lose my audience
For I would be invited to the feast
If only for green apples and brown rice
Perhaps a little Twining's Earl Grey tea
And I on best behavior would be nice
I think we would get on fabulously

Sometimes my rhymes are grim because of him
Some joys which were are not because of her
But it is not my nature to be grim
And I regret those smiles which never were
Because of the shenanigans of some
Who bum me out and would not let spring come
If ever there were a time to transcend
And to embrace the moment face to face
I think that time has come my reading friend
To leave those doomed to drama to God's grace

Mourning then morning now
On with the show somehow

+Steven Curtis Lance



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Mar 3, 2005, 2:56 am


Transcendental Sonnet #1318:
Vocation

I look into another's eyes
A father's eyes a mother's eyes
I look into their eyes and see
That I am them and they are me
We share a common family
Their destiny my destiny

These are my people heart and flesh
And this epiphany makes fresh
My call to serve them all my days
To love and care for them always
In my vocation I can see
What my true purpose is to be

Service to self is slavery
Service to others makes us free

+Steven Curtis Lance



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Mar 2, 2005, 3:54 pm


Transcendental Sonnet #1317:
Cemetery Rock

Turn counterclockwise since clocks are for fools
Earth spin a backward web-world upside down
If time existed it would need no tools
When black is your day then we rise to play
And rock the night away in headstone-town

Nothing you speak can be heard anyway
And you will never believe what you see
For silence is deafening so they say
And you can see the moonlight shine through me

I levitate and then I meditate
Opaquely on my dark transparency
If you are lost then do not hesitate
To join our dance and death embrace us should we lie
For we the dead in any case can never die

+Steven Curtis Lance



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Mar 2, 2005, 7:33 am


Chorus Mysticus:
New Moon Offering

Dark this night of sable rich and deep
Breathes a quiet breeze upon chill air
Far away they dance and die and weep
Are born and laugh and learn to walk where
Millions walked and fell and turned to soil
Doomed entombed after a life of toil

No one dances no one is born here
No one laughs and no one here walks now
But for one occasion which most fear
When strangers are moved to dance somehow
Silently they dance as turns the wheel
Silently the turning earth they feel

Hooded in the shadows now they face
Each other across the turning ring
Midnight wheels majestic in the grace
Of ancient rite like a living thing
In the new moon in the holy place
Where the dead are brought burnt offering

+Steven Curtis Lance



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Mar 2, 2005, 4:36 am


Transcendental Sonnet #1316:
Here in Between Heaven and Hell

I had a love then I had none
One day she was then she was gone
I loved I lost now what do I
Do as my life passes me by?

Life is my gift and must go on
Yet is not mine to take nor give
It is commanded that I live
Until the course of days is run
Which has been given unto me

To span my mortal destiny
To do the very best I can
By doing good by doing well
To be an honest useful man
Here in between heaven and hell

+Steven Curtis Lance


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Mar 1, 2005, 10:14 pm


"Between us and heaven or hell there is only life, which is the frailest thing in the world." - Blaise Pascal (1623-1662)

A Little Peace and Quiet

I am looking for a quiet place
A quiet place of a quiet grace
The quiet grace of a loving face
Of someone who will actually
Care about insignificant me

Perhaps not very dramatic
Nor terribly acrobatic
Yet interesting some might say
If in an undramatic way

I am looking for a little peace and quiet

And if I can ever find it I will try it
I will try it on with glee
Might you like to come along
To try it on and be with me
Peacefully and quietly strong?

Everyone is looking though some might deny it
And all we want is a little peace and quiet

+Steven Curtis Lance



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Mar 1, 2005, 10:54 am


Transcendental Sonnet #1315:
Gone

As long as I have the sky
Let all the rest of it go
For if the sky is in my
Eye at least I always know
I have a roof over me
And I will never feel jailed

A fantastic view and free
What if the world says I failed?
The truth is I don't care
That was then and this is now
I left it all back there
And I will get by somehow

I packed up some books in this old backpack
I don't give a damn and I won't look back

+Steven Curtis Lance



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Mar 1, 2005, 4:47 am


Invitation to Tea (from Me)

Enough of crazy people who are mean to me
And no more drama please I ask you on my knees
Enough of phony friends and all their perfidy
More than enough of difficult relationships
Today like yesterday will live in infamy
I'm celibate I have a cat I'm Mr. Chips
A little peace and quiet would be very nice
A cup of English tea some apples and brown rice

I am fifty years old now my children are grown
A gentle man who just wants to write poetry
If you want to make trouble please leave me alone
Perhaps I'm a bore and not what you're looking for
I'm not very sexy and that's just fine with me
But if you can be civilized I think you'll see
There is more than competition and position
To be found and I know because I've been around

If you want to compete and pose do it on your own time
If you must live fast and high-flown then please hang up the phone
I'm an old formalist poet just leave me to my rhyme
Having said that feel free to come and visit me for tea

+Steven Curtis Lance



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Feb 28, 2005, 10:27 pm


White Towers in the Sky

White towers in the sky passing me by
In a magisterial procession
Glory on glory as far as I see
Breathtakingly majestic progression

An unimagined verticality
High and solemn unhurried sweeps from west
Across the far horizon toward the east
As if the greatest loftiest and best
Had deigned to show themselves unto the least

Which would be me as I marvel below
At the heavens unfolding above me
As if God speaks to me "be still and know"

I would run and gather those who love me
But I am alone except for my cat
Who rolls on the sidewalk happy to be
Here by my side to keep me company

I pause to pet him and I thank God that
Above me such magnificence today
And cute cats rolling here below at play
Are given me as gifts of harmony
To save my mind as God has saved my soul

I feel at peace and humble and made whole
As part of everything serene and free
My sister! My brother! Look at the sky!
You too may see white towers passing by!

+Steven Curtis Lance



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