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Selected Poems of 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:
Inky

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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Feb 12, 2005, 3:24 am


Transcendental Sonnet #1301:
Misfit

Geschmacklos / Tasteless Me: Would You Agree?

At least all American teenagers love me
And everybody else on AuthorsDen
But I give some Europeans apoplexy
My friends from the Arab world (mostly men)
Find me too civilized to be American
Which is also the case with friends from India
And even some kind souls from old Virginia

Europeans note this cultural difference:
They have culture! I have none! But in my defense
I really think I should say
They love me in the UK
Because if I am anything I am British
Yet I am not anything: neither fowl nor fish
But a stranger a lone ranger slam-dunk skate punk

+Steven Curtis Lance



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Feb 12, 2005, 2:45 am


Transcendental Sonnet #1300:
My New Bike 1964

What was not to like about my new bike?
A leopard-skin banana seat
Long shiny chopper handlebars
A big wide slick tire on the back
Just like a dragster neat and sweet

I fell off and I saw the stars
Then everything went really black
Got back on rode home feeling bold
Because the fenders were all-chrome
And the frame was metal-flake gold

Montgomery Ward Sting-Ray
1964 it was
And I will never forget it because
That was a neater and a sweeter day

+Steven Curtis Lance



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Feb 11, 2005, 12:41 pm


Transcendental Sonnet #1299:
Three in the Morning Railroad Track in the Rain

Up and down lonesome town everyone together
At three in the morning snug in their beds at home
Cold rain chills me to my bones this weeping weather
Why has my life left me like this out here to roam
Like the madman I am at this ungodly hour?

I feel as though the night could reach down and devour
Me without a trace no one to recall my face
I could simply disappear never to be found
Into another dimension of time and space

But I just keep on walking by the railroad track
I have no idea whatever where I am bound
Or when I left or why or when I might be back
I stumble now and then because I look above
Me for the stars searching to find the one I love

+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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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


Absurdity

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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