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Selected Poems of Steven Curtis Lance

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Feb 11, 2005, 5:08 am

Transcendental Sonnet #1298:
One Flame

So much to transcend so much to overcome
So far from heaven and so far from home
But have we not made it this far already?
We can get there if we just hold steady

And where is there and who are we and why?
The answer my love is written in the sky
All I know to do is look up at the moon
So many questions with answers so few
But as the moon waxes so shall we as soon
Even as it has waned for me and you

Carried in and out and borne upon the tide
Up and down on the insane carousel ride
We turn and return we wax and wane and learn
To live and love as one flame even as we burn

+Steven Curtis Lance

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Feb 10, 2005, 10:00 pm

Kiss This

I think I have been kissing the wrong end
I want to kiss the lips and not the ass
Can anyone accept me can I pass
The judgment of the judging as a friend?

Obviously I am no diplomat
Does that mean I have to be a doormat?

+Steven Curtis Lance

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Feb 10, 2005, 8:46 pm

Twenty-Eight Lines of Love for AuthorsDen:
A Punk Poet Finds Paradise

What is the point of writing anything
When as a result all I do is bring
Trouble on myself and disapproval?

It seems diplomacy is not for me
I post and then scramble for removal
Before international incidents
Spiral completely out of my control

I thought only PMs and presidents
Had to worry about selling the soul
All my sly humor is misunderstood
My work is judged as tasteless and no good

English as a second language is hard
An uproar and offense is the result
If you fail to sound like a greeting card

The more trouble I have with difficult
People the more of a punk I become
Everything I write offends somebody

I throw down my pencil and turn on some
Loud T. S. O. L. Ramones or The Clash
Scream along and forget all the ruddy
Complaining all the bloody explaining

OK you hate my work I am a jerk
I grant them as I head for AuthorsDen
Public house of poets women and men
Who read my poems with an open mind

While punk bands from my speakers scream and crash
I feel what it is like to be alone
But here at least I feel that I am known

+Steven Curtis Lance

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for my friends at AuthorsDen

Feb 9, 2005, 9:57 pm

Alien in an Alien Nation

Something of a freak and bearing the beak
Of an ancient aquiline bird of prey
Hidden hand hidden from a hidden land
Alien in an alien nation
A strange bird indeed in a stranger day
Controversy and a consternation
Picking through the ruins and the refuse

Though I am small and meek I dare to speak
Many would prefer that I go away
An odd little survivor of abuse
A stubborn little problem here to stay
Spinning my end-rhymes here in your end-times
All I would like is to be of some use
I think I wrote six sonnets yesterday

My poetry is considered formal
Rhymed and metrical timed and technical
Quite unusual even abnormal
Diversity in specificity
Works well for me though many disagree
They do not like me or at least not yet
In fact dislike me to puzzling degree

They find me to be disagreeable
Voting my books down on the Internet
Voting their conscience vociferously
Bankrupting me with glee and no regret
Apparently they misunderstand me
I find my future unforeseeable
But understood or not I choose to be

They say the formal does not go down well
Some are not subtle they cannot stand me
I seem to offend quite personally
Their intolerant spontaneity
A worse offense to free verse dense with meaning
Which irritates the normal all to hell

They say poems on poetry do not sell
But you are reading me now (how do you do)
How am I doing now and how about you?
My antique structures could be used as cleaning
Tools that fools like me might serve some purpose yet
That we might clean prosaic clocks lest time forget

+Steven Curtis Lance

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Feb 9, 2005, 4:29 am

Transcendental Sonnet #1296:
Through Eyes Once Dead Dawn's First Faint Rays

Do I force the spring
By imagining
These leaflets of the lightest brightest green
And do my eyes deceive me?

They appear in this winter which has been
The daily bread of these my famine days
Of sorrow which now grieve me
Which I thought were forever and always

But death now yields to life winter to spring
If my heart will believe me
Accept that I am not imagining
And dare to hope that there is hope for me

I see these signs of life and hungrily
Devour through eyes once dead dawn's first faint rays

+Steven Curtis Lance

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Feb 8, 2005, 1:32 pm


Is it just me or
Do you feel it too
That absurdity
As never before
In our history
Seems to be at large
Seems to be in charge?

Madness on the breeze
Shadows in the air
Dark absurdities
Madness everywhere
Weakening my knees

And how about you?
What is happening?
And what do we do?
Is it beginning
Or is it ending
Or could this be the end
My friend of everything?

This is not absurdity of the funny kind
(I have no clue what to do)
This is a society gone out of its mind
(I just want to be with you)
I just want to tell you now as the lights go out
(I would not have you wonder)
That I will always love you never doubt

...As we go under

+Steven Curtis Lance

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Feb 8, 2005, 6:51 am

Never Apart

Can one who does not love be self-contained
Content and continent within himself?
Love is a trial sometimes as by fire
But is denial of innate desire
The answer for the fearful or the pained?
Should one speak of love only for the shelf
And not directed toward some loving ear?

Speaking to the void from a loving heart
The ghosts of love are summoned and appear
And will not be denied their vital part
Assigned to them by loving memory

They say that only those who love can find
Peace with these spirits and the peace of mind
To live and be and write wise well and free
My love is lost but I have memories
Speaking to the void from a loving heart
My lonely dreams are spun of only these
But my love and I are never apart

+Steven Curtis Lance

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Feb 8, 2005, 1:11 am

Transcendental Sonnet #1295:
Her Kiss

The slanted sunshine of late afternoon
Floods in my window and covers me now
Here where I lay in the light of the moon
Just hours ago this brightness warms my brow

I lie here under five blankets and see
It all go up come down and turn around
And I turn with it here without a sound
It seems to have nothing to do with me

I cannot get warm as I watch the swarm
Of life go on as if I never were
Yet I was and am and would like to be
Above all I would like to be with her

When the sunshine touches my face like this
I swear to you that I can feel her kiss

+Steven Curtis Lance

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Feb 7, 2005, 8:45 pm

Transcendental Sonnet #1294:
Cold Coffee White Coffin

I opened my new refrigerator
Which poetry fans donated to me
It is refrigerated I agree

A red bell pepper I will eat later
And two bottles of water rolling free
Seem to be all except for the coffee
Which is up in the freezer because it
Was written on the can to put it there

In consideration of what I see
I take out the coffee and that does it
For my daily frigid inventory

The novelty has still not worn off yet
Whenever I turn my back I forget
My white coffin of cold ...as I grow old

+Steven Curtis Lance

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Feb 7, 2005, 6:28 pm

Transcendental Sonnet #1293:
A Yellow Room with Large Red Roses

In a yellow room with large red roses on the wall
A room chiefly fit for hobbits vertically small
I would take my rest into the west north by south by east
To find the best having escaped the belly of the beast

And if sweet love should meet me there then that would be fine
I bring a string-bag with six apples on which to dine
If you have rice that would be nice and I would make some tea
And shake myself dry before I must fly across the sea

After apples after rice I think it would be nice
To see exotic lands where everyone understands
Nothing less than the wisdom of nonsense will suffice
Carried gingerly in exquisitely kid-gloved hands

A refugee from epidemics of obesity
A yellow room with large red roses is where I would be

+Steven Curtis Lance

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Feb 7, 2005, 12:08 pm

Transcendental Sonnet #1292:
I Have Learned What Love Has Taught

If I have loved and I have lost
Still I would never count the cost
As having been too high
But that the butterfly
Was unattainable to me
Unalterable destiny

But oh how beautiful it was
My heart's hope and my last lost cause

In paradise my heart is known
And there I will not be alone
Somewhere somebody knows I did my best
And if I failed I also passed the test
Perhaps not in the way I sought
But I have learned what love has taught

+Steven Curtis Lance

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Feb 7, 2005, 2:58 am

Transcendental Sonnet #1291:
Inch by Inch Sparrow by Finch

I have seen the first calla lily come
And today I found the first nasturtium
As inch by inch
Sparrow by finch
Hummingbird by butterfly
Flash of sunshine in the sky
The signs of spring happen by

And I am so glad to see them arrive
They cannot get here fast enough for me
I have remained alive
Enduring what seems like eternity
But I will bloom and thrive
Conquered and occupied by bird and bee
A. D. 2005

+Steven Curtis Lance

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Feb 6, 2005, 6:43 pm

Transcendental Sonnet #1290:
Reclusive Inclusive

I called up the supermarket to ask
If I could buy my apples with a check
The lady who answered allowed her mask
To slip a bit and she asked "What the heck
Do you think people do and where have you
Been? Under a rock somewhere?" That was fair
As it was an unusual question

So I took her up on her suggestion
And emerged from my reclusivity
At least for forty-five minutes or so
Fired up my old Chrysler and go man go
I found some brown rice which was very nice
Ten pounds of apples and boxes of tea
They accepted a check ...even from me

+Steven Curtis Lance

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Feb 6, 2005, 5:15 pm

Transcendental Sonnet #1289:
When Spring Comes

By the time my furnace is fixed it will be spring
And I will have survived the last winter storm
By then I will have learned just about everything
About trying to keep a haunted house warm
In spite of the fact that it cannot be done
I will have proven my stubbornness and won

All of my body-fat has disappeared
Along with a good measure of my sanity
I am as my daughter has always feared
Eating-disordered but not out of vanity
It is just that I have no appetite
And it causes me to shiver all night

Were it not for hot tea I would no longer be
When spring comes I think I will be all right

+Steven Curtis Lance

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Feb 5, 2005, 11:46 pm

You Only Fail if You Fail to Try

They say they will remember but do not
How could they forget us? Well they forgot
They never loved us quite the way we thought

We are surprised but should have realized
That others only care about others
When they are them or maybe their mothers

It seems shocking at first maybe cruel
But better you learn young than be a fool
For all your given earthly span of days
People think of themselves first and always

There is one exception which proves the rule
And that is when two somehow become one
Mystical union in two hearts begun
On earth to be continued in the sky

This is the promise of love I live by
And you only fail if you fail to try

+Steven Curtis Lance

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Feb 5, 2005, 9:49 pm

Transcendental Sonnet #1288:
Embracing Mystery I Face the Dawn

for someone far and near

A single star seems to me a shard
A fragment of an enormous whole
A diamond flashing bright and hard
Like the secret sparkling in my soul

I can see now there is so much more
To us just as there is to the sky
Than the little most are striving for
So much more than just to live and die

I embrace mystery because life is
A secret most will never understand
Universal riddle of God and his
Inscrutable design of destiny

I face the dawn as I open my hand
To accept whatever he has for me

+Steven Curtis Lance

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Feb 5, 2005, 7:39 am

"Only one who devotes himself to a cause with his whole strength and soul can be a true master.
For this reason mastery demands all of a person." - Albert Einstein (1879-1955)

Transcendental Sonnet #1287:
Warte auf Mich / Wait for Me

How does one speak of unspeakable loss
When roses shatter and when thorns pierce the heart?
How does one bear an unbearable cross
When always together is always apart?

The only hope in answer to this pain
Is that two lovers parted join again
Someday in some sweet place I know not now
Together in a world as yet unknown
But this must come to pass for us somehow
For as I live I would not die alone

So will you wait for me to join you there someday?
Though I can feel you here inside of me
Perhaps you never really went away
And when I look at stars it is your light I see

+Steven Curtis Lance

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Feb 5, 2005, 2:02 am

Transcendental Sonnet #1286:
Riddle in the Middle of the Griddle

gesture of a jester

Life as a dying legend
Death as a living lie
The dead agree let others be
The ones to say not you and I

Yet every legend has its end
And I would have death as my friend
But I suspect he would reject
Such common company as me

Death is too small for me life is too big

Since from his photograph he looks quite burly
I heed his cautionary tail if curly
But dress a sow no matter how and I know now
Belle of the barnyard though she might well be

The homemade hog of glory still remains a pig

+Steven Curtis Lance

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Feb 4, 2005, 5:46 pm

Transcendental Sonnet #1285:
Papa Lance's Poetry Class

"Be kind to one another"

Leave your e-g-o at the door
Or else see it go through the floor

The better they are the kinder they are
The bigger they think they are the more small
Leave it outside in a mayonnaise jar

Pride seems to precede a precipitous fall
Those who are in need are most generous of all

Climb out of that box into paradox!
Into humanity into reality
Come and be free as poet and person with me

Monkey should you be an ass
Long-eared monkeys shall not pass
Monkey see and monkey do
Not let ego make an ass of you

+Papa Lance

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Feb 4, 2005, 2:32 pm

Transcendental Sonnet #1284:
Without You?

Here is my hand
See? Empty...
And nothing up my sleeve

I understand
It must be
I have to let you leave

But I want to believe!

Is there no hope?
What will I do
How can I cope

Without you?

...and there on my empty hand
Unmoved by these tears I cry
A perfect blue butterfly~*

+Steven Curtis Lance

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Feb 4, 2005, 12:29 pm

Transcendental Sonnet #1283:
Aprikosen-Blumen / Apricot Blossoms

Silke still shines in the sky

Three in the morning beneath polished stars
The apricot blossoms are glowing too
The neighbors sleep as do their polished cars
They rest to rise and charge the freeways soon
Although I am awake I dream of you

Apricot blossoms bright stars crescent moon
Red cat climbing up the apricot tree
Sensing excitement on a warming breeze
These are my friends who keep me company

The breath of the desert softly arrives
Ruffling my hair and touching my shoulder
Whispering something has died but survives
I thought at this hour it would be colder
But the fire of your love still burns in me

+Steven Curtis Lance

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Feb 4, 2005, 1:11 am

Transcendental Sonnet #1282:
I Yam What I Yam

and here I come

No point in explaining
I yam what I yam as Popeye used to say
No good in complaining
It never helps in any case
I have nothing to complain about today

The sunshine today is utterly brilliant
Lighting my eyes warming my face
My trees are blooming and I feel resilient
Though life may knock this Lucky Little Bastard down
My face was simply not created for a frown

I am going to get all I can
While I can get it
Better to die as a happy man
Than to regret it

+Steven Curtis Lance

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Feb 3, 2005, 9:52 pm

Transcendental Sonnet #1281:

Though miracles are hard to find
And sometimes turn out not to be at all
I have a miracle in mind
A very large one though it might seem small
To those who do not understand
Who I am (which would be everybody)

I feel a miracle at hand

And after a long lifetime of study
I believe I can recognize
Appreciate and realize
After nightmares night and day and stressful
Mind-blowing trips on a mad carousel
In my own single-occupancy hell:

The end of my life will be successful

+Steven Curtis Lance

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Feb 3, 2005, 5:40 am

Transcendental Sonnet #1280:
Tomorrow When You Are a Mother

for Maria tomorrow
for Dara and Marina today

I have children much bigger than me
They get bigger as I get smaller
Bigger than I thought children could be
Not that they are fat just much taller
I never saw this happen before
But they are not children anymore

Someday they will have children of their own
Some of them already have mates picked out
Someway I will never be quite alone
I will hear my grandchildren laugh and shout
When I am old and it is getting cold
And find a meaning I have never known

God bless you today be kind to one another
God bless you tomorrow when you are a mother

+Steven Curtis Lance

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Feb 3, 2005, 3:36 am

I Love It When People Look Down On Me

"Take heed when you think you stand lest you fall"
At half-century my life has taught me
This word of God and Grandma best of all

I am not a starter
The arrogant say
Everyone is smarter
So they all agree

As they look down on me what do they see?
Expensive shoes and insentient clay

But God my father looks on me with love
Not down as all his naughty children do
All his haughty children and maybe you

As the highest he must look from above
Yet God never looks down on me but sees
The glory of his reflected image
He only sees my health not my disease
As the carousel spins my pilgrimage

I love it when people look down on me
As then I get to watch the fancy fall
The sweetest little victory of all
I know who I am and who I will be

I love it when people look down on me
Because it is impossible! You see?

+Steven Curtis Lance
The Lucky Little Bastard

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