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Selected Poems of Steven Curtis Lance

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Feb 23, 2005, 12:07 am

Content Beneath a Discontented Sky

I thought that we had gotten through the rain
In southern California where the sun
Had teased a little while with winking smile
But now it has started to rain again
Another round of mudslides has begun
And we will have to hunker down awhile

This old house has come through many a storm
Nor is there any mud to slide where I
Just write my sonnets and try to keep warm
Curled up with my cat and watching the sky
Through old lace curtains here in my front room

And though the sky grows dark there is no gloom
Inside of me as spring begins to sprout
Within as the torrents begin without
I will stay right here I will have no fear
And when this is over I will go out
To go and buy more apples at the store

God grant them grace today who mudslides face
And may he keep eccentric poets dry
At least I have a place of quiet grace
Content beneath a discontented sky

I will not float away today but if I do
I will ride the tide to float all the way to you

+Steven Curtis Lance

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Feb 22, 2005, 5:58 pm

Transcendental Sonnet #1312:
After Rain

A patch of blue sky through the lace curtain
Of my Grandma's kitchen which is now mine
Sunbeams through the old windows light the floor

I understand that life is uncertain
Yet now after rain a sense of divine
Order and symmetry more than before
Comes into focus looking through old lace
Absently as I watch sparrows return
And in small bright white cloud-shapes where I trace
Profoundest secrets I may never learn

I like to know but like to wonder too
I seek no scientific proof of things
I like to hear that sparrow when he sings
And I would like to take a walk with you

+Steven Curtis Lance

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Feb 22, 2005, 7:25 am

With You

for you~*

The sun and the rain
The summer so warm
The cold winter storm
The joy and the pain

The times and spaces
Of my life's refrain
Ever new begun

I would not trade places
With you nor anyone

This is my life it belongs to me
I have not been but I would be free
Should you be free would you like to see
How you and I together might be?

My heart is free and my heart is true
I would love to share my heart with you

+Steven Curtis Lance

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Feb 21, 2005, 9:13 pm

In the Current of the Now

Miracles and tragedies
Innocence experience
Life is made of such as these

Pain and pleasure so intense
It is best we never know
Until we survive somehow
Whence we come nor where we go

In the current of the now

All we have yet all we need
As life passes wave on sand
None can grasp by craft nor greed
More than we can understand

Time the river flows indeed
Futile is the outstretched hand
Which would stop the flood and flow

Let us let go let us be
In the stream of destiny
Washed away to be set free

+Steven Curtis Lance

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Feb 21, 2005, 2:38 pm

Transcendental Sonnet #1311:
Lunatics and Lovers

let the dance begin~*

Lunatics and lovers lie awake
Both of us driven mad by the moon
Rising now in silence for her sake
To dance with Lady Luna and swoon
In the ring to which she has called us

All of us are lunatics tonight
Moon-magic madness has enthralled us
Ancient but never felt quite like this
Dancing in the blue and bone-white light
Of the full moon's blue and bone-white kiss

Blue and bone-white hot and cold the same
Blue as ice bone-white as hottest fire
Dance of death and life ring of desire
On my heart your name seared by cold flame

+Steven Curtis Lance

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Feb 21, 2005, 3:51 am

Transcendental Sonnet #1310:
Enough Said

I have decided to eat no more beans
I suppose you know why and what this means

I was told I should eat them for protein
But at a price! Apples and rice are nice
Never make mischief nor need I think twice
Of these but please remind me that the bean
Apparently does not agree with me

Dante has demons in hell turn and trump
One to another employing the rump
Indeed they might as well for it is hell
After all but the idea does appall
Bearing as it does the ring and the sting
Of a most awkward indelicate thing

No more beans! Apples instead: enough said

+Steven Curtis Lance

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Feb 20, 2005, 12:27 pm

Transcendental Sonnet #1309:
Please Take Along This Smile (Hello Mr. Chips)

an inscription for a book as yet unwritten

Dear reader should you be an Anglophile
I do hope you will stop in here awhile
And if you are not perhaps you forgot
How charming we can be as you will see

And reader should you be an Anglophobe
Poetry hospitality and tea
Should soften you up as you gently probe
The secrets of the universe with me

I had a tenant called me Mr. Chips
I have been told I have sensitive lips
Do come right on in and let us begin
And when you leave please take along this smile

But my broken heart belongs to someone far away
(Hello Mr. Chips) and we will meet again someday

+Steven Curtis Lance

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Feb 20, 2005, 10:07 am

Curiosity Cures Curious Curtis

A solitary hunter on my own
The pursuit of curiosity
Would seem to be the meaning to me
Of life and human activity
Within a world of mysteries unknown

An itch the scratch of which enriches my
Querulous quest as I question why
Things are as they are before I die
My first wife said "you are so curious!"
Why yes ma'am I was and I am because
It makes people like her so furious

And should I never find the answers I
Have gotten in trouble asking questions
And enjoyed stumbling toward suggestions
As to why things might be as they are
A glimpse of truth if only from afar

+Steven "Curious" Lance

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Feb 19, 2005, 7:33 pm

Transcendental Sonnet #1308:

amor vincit omnia

When I said the weatherman was mistaken it was I
Who turned out to be since it has been raining now: you see
For about three days the storm met with overseas delays
And during that bright and sunny time everything was dry

But not anymore! We are in for four or six or eight
Days of steady soaking as it came both better and late
So what do I do? I write about you and wait for sun
As none can take you from me now safe in my memory
The chain of the pain of the past now lies broken at last

I have come to love the rain now for it reminds me of
The sweet and ineffable tragedy of you and me
And of all our tears and of all our fears and the thunder
Speaks of eternal justice as I listen with wonder

I think of who did this to you and what he is: the guilt is his

+Steven Curtis Lance

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there will be justice yet
and you will be avenged
so help me God

Feb 19, 2005, 3:35 pm

Rise Again

Dark it is profound this night
Blacker night was never known
Dark so deep devoid of light
Thus it is to be alone

Yet one still point appears so bright
Dead eyes weep as if tricked by pain
But there is no mistaking this
Insistent omen in refrain
Clear and sweet as an angel's kiss
White-hot spark in cold and sable stain

Look up my love for you shall rise again

Through the night on the wings of light
Past your fears beyond all your tears
Free at last from the evil one
Suffering five and twenty years

Turns the wheel to twist the twisted
Turns so slow but turns so sure
He who would not be resisted
Finds that he has lost his sneer
Crushed is the cage released the pure
Captive dove and hobbled deer

The wheel by grace now turns to face
The little man who has lost his smirk
Justice cannot be purchased here
God accepts no payment for his work

Look up and see your new life begun
Death is dead he could not hold you
Love astonished him iron-fisted
Light of light strong to enfold you

Look up my love for now you rise again

+Steven Curtis Lance

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Feb 19, 2005, 7:08 am

Transcendental Sonnet #1307:
Far Star~*

I sing of a star
Impossibly far
But nothing is closer to me

The smiling blue moon
Is coming here soon
To wink our secret destiny

There is nothing I cannot do
I have everything I have you
I want you to know you have me

You and I both know it is right
The moon is winking I can see

I sing of my far star tonight
So beautiful she could not be
So she left the sky to be free

+Steven Curtis Lance

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Feb 18, 2005, 10:07 pm

Orthorexic Ornithology

I eat a little rice one day
A few beans on the day following
An alternation thought to complete me

But I ran out of apples completely
Which were the best part I would say
Of this systematic swallowing

Obsessive idea and theory
Which tends to become rather dreary
Without the apples but it is raining
And I am afraid to drive
Out there so I will leave off complaining

I am remaining alive
Whatever it is that means
I have eaten today's beans

I guess I have a lot of explaining
To do to be understood
An extraordinarily strange bird
Pursued by a shouting should
In pursuit of the exact right word

If I could find it I would

+Steven Curtis Lance

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Feb 18, 2005, 1:16 pm

Candles I Cannot See

I stand gazing up at the smallest star I see
A candle flickers in a faraway window
At least that is how it looks to me from below
Here where I feel so foreign: is that home for me
Up there somewhere another world another place
Another time? Or am I outside time and space?

Alienation is what I feel: strange and small
I find everything to be alien to me
But it is probably only me after all
Searching the windows for candles I cannot see

+Steven Curtis Lance

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Feb 17, 2005, 3:14 pm

Valhalla of the Slain

Leaps the flame up bright and high
Probing tongues to taste the sky
Over Bifrost heroes wait
In the halls of Asgard great
From the battlefield below

Kissed by maiden flame of fate
Where their blood has soaked the snow
To Valhalla of the slain
There in peace the valiant know
That their blood ran not in vain

Slain in victory or loss
Both refined alike from dross
Spun from darkness into light
Unalloyed and nothing less
To the gold of everness

They who fought by faith not sight
Bore their triumph their defeat
Both alike in mien and might
Stood their ground with forward feet
Bear the purity of right

Here today no cowards burn
See this leaping flame and learn
Death and life are one my son
Life is not to win nor lose
But is never to refuse

Death is life today begun
That which must be must be so
Light fears not the dark below
March into the mouth of hell
With a shout and drag them out

Cowards cower in the dark
Darklings hate what can create
Flame enlightens strong and stark
Darkling sons of he who fell
Would but pervert and destroy

By your blood Valhalla's joy
Waits for you across the sky
Heroes only seem to die
Clarified by fire and pain
Bearing torches in the rain

Crack of doom no turning back
Burn away now all the tears
Pass the peace to those who lack
Liberate us from the fears
Of a thousand thousand years

Leaps the flame up bright and high
Probing tongues to taste the sky
In the torchlight we attack
We burn to be born again
In Valhalla of the slain

+Steven Curtis Lance

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Feb 17, 2005, 9:48 am

Rising When the Raven Sings

I buried my mother in an angel costume
And if I could I would have laid her in a tomb
Of gold and ebony for all the world to see

But in addition to our secrets lay our plot
The final resting place for those whom time forgot
Supposedly for family but not for me

Because I had to sell my grave to stay alive
And the family plot turned out to be
Just another conspiracy theory

Since I sold my grave I have been afraid to drive
Out there and see a stranger buried next to her
Together with her always as we always were

Death and transfiguration
I can hear the rustle of her satin wings
Active imagination
I can see her rising when the raven sings

Surprise with eyes of warning
There lies another in my narrow bed
Good night star bright good morning
Wait for me mother: the others are dead

+Steven Curtis Lance

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Feb 17, 2005, 2:34 am

The Weatherman Was Very Much Mistaken

Not a cloud in the sky
Warm and sunny and dry
Where I was expecting the flood
Which had been predicted
And felt so restricted
The chill had invaded my blood

Here inside hunkered down
Afraid to go to town
Expecting to be swept away
By Noah's Flood sometime today
Imagining the worst of everything
But now the clouds have gone
I peek out and get on
With life as it begins to look like spring

The weatherman was very much mistaken

And I am embarrassed I was taken
In as I waited for rain to begin
Whichever way the wind should blow
If on the wings of wind should ride a storm
I should just look out my window
And see that clouds before conclusions form
Sometimes weathermen are the last to know
Now to convince myself that I am warm

I turn off the TV
It is only winter in my house
And grasp reality
Spring has come despite what I have heard
For every busy bee
For each fast-moving mouse
For every nesting bird
And better late than never for me

+Steven Curtis Lance

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Feb 16, 2005, 1:41 pm

Transcendental Sonnet #1306:

You know me better than I do
And yet you still care about me
That is what I love about you

You see some good apparently
Inside of me I fail to see
The best of me the real and true

I worry about being frustrating
And am afraid of being a bore
But find you endlessly fascinating
I always want to visit some more

And it is so wonderful that you
As utterly delightful as you are
Seem to find me interesting too:

The intersection of a rising with a falling star

+Steven Curtis Lance

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Feb 16, 2005, 5:13 am


A little blue book of Magic
Is what you need and if you heed
You too can escape the tragic
Morasses of meaninglessness

Although you might find me quite queer
Come to my home and visit me
Though I might never have been here
You are most welcome you will see

There is nothing to fear unless
You dislike eccentricity
A gentle madness to be sure
Here in the realm of fantasy

Yet one for which there is no cure
For no one has ever gone back
Once they have broken free to be
And why should they? Nothing we lack

Nothing we lose we only choose
For our choices are limitless
No rushing no unseemly haste
We never hurry never stress

No moment ever goes to waste
Please come at least to have some tea
I think you will like what you see
Please come at least and have a taste

Admission costs just $13.41
And thus a great adventure is begun


+Steven Curtis Lance

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Feb 16, 2005, 2:56 am

Where No One Can See

I fell asleep with my new book in my hand
All night long to dream of lines of poetry
Now here I am between sleeping and waking
Seeking to speak of the love of you and me
Holding a pencil as the dawn is breaking
Only another poet would understand
But my love you could and I know that you would

And somehow you do so these lines are for you

Nobody knows nobody understands
In their faraway lands how my love grows
Or who it is whom I am addressing
Who it is to whom my heart confessing
Its ultimate love above all else might be
Whether far or near it some have come to fear it
Is the end of me but I do not agree

No I know my heart cries to you and you hear it

My mystery you are everything to me
There is only me there is only you
Here in our own universe so much better
Broken lies the fetter of one so much worse
One to which we shall never return as free
We transcend now creating reality
Together forever safe where no one can see

+Steven Curtis Lance

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Feb 15, 2005, 2:02 am

Mystery Made Manifest:
Light to Light as One Twice Bright

Isolated points of space
Gather we would rather be
Joined as one now in one place
Covenant of you and me

The two of us now face to face
And witnesses have come to see
The miracle descend the grace
Of broken bound of hurt hearts healed
Of secret sanctity revealed

Mystery made manifest

Oldest story ever told
First original and best
Man and woman have and hold
Light to light as one twice bright

We join our hearts our hopes our hands
To walk by faith and not by sight
Each knows the other understands
Within this unity of two
Of you to me and me to you

Ours the wheel of life and birth
It is we who turn the earth

+Steven Curtis Lance

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Feb 14, 2005, 3:20 pm

I Create Reality

Wrong way round and wrong way right
In the mist so soft and fine
Of the witching hour tonight
Soft refracted ghost lights shine
Black spring green so dark so bright

Turn the wheel and hear the chime
Counterclockwise upside down
Back to front and outside time
No streetlamps in marble town
Candlelight and chanted rhyme

Wearing masks of mystery
As the moon plays with the clouds
In and out behind between
What is and what might have been
Disappearing through the crowds

No one living now knows me
Those who seek may seek in vain
I might never have been here
Never to be found again
Down the rabbit hole I fear

Through the looking glass I pass
Dancing with the shadows of
Northern lights of magic love
You call dreams but I say my
Dreams have wings and thoughts are free

I create reality

+Steven Curtis Lance

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Feb 14, 2005, 1:14 am

Transcendental Sonnet #1305:
Life the Riddler

Crawl before we walk
Walk before we run
Whisper first we talk
Then come sing as one

Four legs in the morning
Two legs at the noon
Three legs in the evening
Rising with the moon

Into greater glory
On gossamer wings
Neverending story
Life the riddler brings

Weal and woe and on we go
Always yes and never know

+Steven Curtis Lance

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Feb 13, 2005, 10:35 am

Transcendental Sonnet #1304:
Promises Kept

my love for Silke will never die

Life is springing up in hope after falling back in grief
Faith rises as the phoenix from the ashes of belief
Belief is existential but faith is transcendental

And with these wings which have been fashioned from the fire of pain
Your spirit opens toward the light by which you rise again
Manifest eternally enduring elemental

That which you were and are and will be cannot be destroyed
Life blooms a miracle a gift which is to be enjoyed
And dared with someone cared for I would mine be shared with you

It matters not what we have done but only what we do
Within this shining moment to be present in the now
For this is all we have and all there is or ever was

I reach to you and I know you reach back to me because
By faith the promises of love are always kept somehow

+Steven Curtis Lance

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Feb 12, 2005, 11:33 am

Transcendental Sonnet #1303:

He was only a small round ball of fur
Diminutive delightful and dinky
For all I know he might have been a her
But was jet black so I called him Inky

I used to change the ribbon on the typewriter
Which belonged to Grandma as a favor to her
And that jet black ink would get all over my hands
Anyone who remembers such things understands
Grandmas and memories and that small black bunny
Things like these which make this life worth living
Cannot be had for any amount of money

So that is why I ended up giving
Inky to the Cahill kids because they loved him so
They gave him the very best home a bunny could know

+Steven Curtis Lance

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Feb 12, 2005, 8:48 am

Transcendental Sonnet #1302:
If the Shoe Fits: Stuff it!

Author's Note: This sonnet is not about contemporary Germans, Americans,
or anybody in particular except for narrow people who are fond of censorship
wherever they are, and they are everywhere.

Grandma used to call the Nazis "Noxies"
A reference to their obnoxiousness
Now as I suffer under their proxies
I understand what she meant more than less
Finding their fetters to be demeaning

I would rather speak plain and be borne away
By Neanderthals in the broad light of day
Captive poetry cries out for its meaning
One tires of being ruddy bloody mincing

So do your worst you cowardly hypocrites!
The status quo is false and unconvincing
And who do I mean then? Well if the shoe fits:
Stuff it! For I will be a doormat no more
But I will be happy to show you the door

+Steven Curtis Lance

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