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Selected Poems of Steven Curtis Lance

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Jan 19, 2005, 2:20 am

Transcendental Sonnet #1239:
To the Memory of My Mother

Patricia Lance + 24 January 1934

Trying to reach the land of milk and honey
I find myself out of my depth in quicksand
I lost my mind my meaning and my money

I was trying to get to the promised land
But I got lost and have no idea which way
For a hapless victim of reality
To go and I may never know... not today
Anyway... after a nightmare night I stay
Close to the simple things I can understand
Those things not too sophisticated for me
Writing while petting my cat with my other hand...

Oh Santa Ana wind come and blow me away
Back home and to the memory of my mother!
I am never understood by any other

+Steven Curtis Lance

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Jan 18, 2005, 8:58 pm

"Aristotle says that in order to live alone, a man must be either an animal or a god. The third alternative is lacking: a man must be both - a philosopher." - Friedrich Wilhelm Nietzsche (1844-1900) German Philosopher, Poet

Transcendental Sonnet #1238:

Time to give life a new chance a new look
I will never give in to despair
Although some look down on me
As those who do are so far down there
Nothing but the dirt they see
Time to be happy about my new book

How can I who write a book called "Magic"
Become a casualty of the tragic
Idiocy of circumstance and time?
Although the world gets madder every day
I owe responsibility to rhyme
And those who love me therefore I must stay

To exist to persist to resist death
To make the most of each heartbeat each breath

+Steven Curtis Lance

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Jan 18, 2005, 10:18 am

Transcendental Sonnet #1237:
Remember Me

for Silke

In terra incognita now
So alien yet I have seen
This shore before and I have been
Here and I never went away

It must have been a dream somehow

Alone here at the break of day
I see but do not understand
As life and love slip through my hand
And there is nothing I can do

But love you and remember you

Is this the end then which I see?
So beautiful so heavenly
It was and must this can this be?
Remember me... remember me...

+Steven Curtis Lance

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Jan 18, 2005, 5:04 am

Transcendental Sonnet #1236:
Live Not the Lie As Legends Die

for poets who are better than me and know it

I am not a living legend
I am a dying fool
But I come to an honest end
And kids say I am cool

Ego is the death of the soul
Arrogance chills hearts numb
In brokenness I am made whole
Though deaf and blind and dumb

Yet I can hear you clearly
And I do love you dearly
But I can very nearly
See right through you
How about you?

Live not the lie as legends die

+Steven Curtis Lance

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Jan 18, 2005, 2:23 am

Transcendental Sonnet #1235:
Wistful Twinkle in His Eye

misunderstanding is the universal language

Celibate a dozen years
Wistful twinkle in his eye
Tried and tired wept dry of tears
Still too curious to die
Eccentric but kind little Lutheran
Why would you how could you resist this man?

He means you no harm
Would you like a sonnet?
He will get right on it
And do it with charm

Nobody knows who he really is
"He saved others himself he could not save"
Only one heart knows and that is his
And he will be a riddle to his grave

+Steven Curtis Lance

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Jan 18, 2005, 12:53 am

Benediction and Recessional

for my friends and fellow poets

That my words mean anything to someone
Now means everything to me
Feeling as I do that I am no one

Victim of reality

Ecstatic my rise silent my fall
No fool like an old fool ...after all

+Steven Curtis Lance

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Jan 17, 2005, 10:03 pm

Transcendental Sonnet #1234:
An Existential Song Upon the Tongue

When I was young it was thought cool
To use the word "existential"
Now that I am no longer young
But an old fool fundamental
Now no mere word the whole song sung
And all of my life left to me

Existing if flickeringly
Between to be and not to be
A life lived existentially

Existence is hard for a broken shard
Intended to live fast and to die young
And leave behind a handsome corpse of course
Bankruptcy madness poetry divorce
An existential song upon the tongue

+Steven Curtis Lance

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Jan 17, 2005, 4:39 am

Time Never Tells Until it is Time

I am out of town
Am not anywhere
Neither up nor down
Neither here nor there
Neither smile nor frown

To care or not to care
Accept or reject?
Devoid of affect
As I dance with despair

But I want to be a good poet
And would like everyone to know it
Too: how about you?

I think this is all I have left now
Believe all the rest has been taken away
And know this is my last chance somehow
To find any peace at the end of the day
If not peace perhaps at least I can do well

But nobody knows and only time will tell
And time never tells until it is time
So I do all I can and I try like hell
A fool who dies by love and lives by rhyme

+Steven Curtis Lance

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Jan 16, 2005, 6:24 am

Transcendental Sonnet #1233:
Paradox of Destiny

+for Silke

I lift up these empty hands
My palms open to the sky
My arms outstretched and reaching
And she sees and understands
Whispers love will never die

I hear the silence teaching
See the darkness lighting me
Feel the warmth within the chill
Time within eternity
Healing comes through being ill

Paradox of destiny
Future present from the past
Always save the best for last
I feel her embracing me

+Steven Curtis Lance

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Jan 16, 2005, 3:30 am

Transcendental Sonnet #1232:
A Lance with Magic Well and Wise Begun: My Son

for Stevie II

My son is visiting for a few days
A six-foot-five improvement upon me
Changing my life in unusual ways

I will never know how he came to be
So big yet I know that he is my son
His name the same and he writes poetry

A Lance with magic well and wise begun
Girls come to see him in the middle of the night
Some ask "is it all right to love your dad?"

May God bless you my child you are not bad
But Father Lance follows a distant star his light
Is Silke Shining in the Sky his butterfly

Here take my book... here take a look... +Pax et lux tecum
Go in peace... light increase... my son your vade mecum

+Steven Curtis Lance

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Jan 16, 2005, 1:20 am

Transcendental Sonnet #1231:
Embracing You: Beyond... Above...

for Silke

Silke shining from afar
I can see your little light
Can you see me where you are?

I look across the sky tonight
Across all time across all space
I look up and I see your face

I write about my loneliness
And people do not care unless
It touches them in theirs

So then I try to be funny
Only you get my jokes honey
I climb the stars like stairs

Then everyone can understand and share our love
When they see me embracing you: beyond... above...

+Steven Curtis Lance

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Jan 15, 2005, 2:13 pm

Transcendental Sonnet #1230:
Time in a Bottle and Rhyme at Full Throttle

for Grandma who would be a century

Milestone birthdays clustered-up aplenty:

I turned fifty Silke five and twenty
The heavy metal thunder of my car
Is forty now and older than you are
This year my daughter will turn twenty-two
Napoleon loved that number how 'bout you?

My dear old Freddie Noodles will be nine
A life for every year of this feline
Companion to me in celibacy
We bugger neither altar boys nor cats
He only gets aggressive with the rats

The priest's housekeeper now at rest and gone
As Grandma called herself would be a century
I wonder if from heaven she can spy on me?

+Steven Curtis Lance

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Jan 15, 2005, 6:17 am

Transcendental Sonnet #1229:
Regret Along the Alimentary Canal

a silly sonnet for Silke

On the banks of the alimentary
Canal tonight there is no peace for me
I put far too much hot sauce on my rice
And the outcome is... well... not very nice

Not just the outcome but the long journey
From end to end is rough for me my friend
It is so tough for me because I tend
To overdo things rather massively
And now must bear this outcome passively

A misjudgment for which I must atone
In the smallest room of my house alone
The worst instance yet of hot sauce regret
Why would I do such a thing as to bring
Such fury to such frail anatomy?

+Steven Curtis Lance

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Jan 15, 2005, 4:56 am

Transcendental Sonnet #1228:
Spectacles Testicles Wallet and Watch Out

a silly sonnet for Silke

I got some new spectacles recently
Which hurt my ears and nose indecently
I subsequently came to realize
For all of that they did not help my eyes
On top of all these things the frames were grey
And purchased on the cheap on sale one day

The optician had proven unable
To sell them so they were on this table
With other ugly frames no one would buy
Except a true eccentric ...therefore I
Bought them and fought them and thought I would die
That on me I looked closer to my age

Which seized me with a most un-Lance-like rage
Sorry to say: I smashed them... yesterday

+Steven Curtis Lance

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Jan 15, 2005, 1:20 am

Transcendental Sonnet #1227:
Alone Together

You are alone and I am alone
I will never understand this life
First and best and last love I have known
Why are we not together somehow
I as your husband you as my wife?

They talk about men not committing
I am throwing myself at you now
Trapped in a river of forgetting
I struggle to swim upstream to be
At your side forever frustrated

Remember when we spoke of destiny?
We spoke of fate and of being fated
To be together always you and me
My love I need you please can you not see?

+Steven Curtis Lance

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Jan 14, 2005, 10:39 pm

Transcendental Sonnet #1226:
Alone and Exhausted at Four in the Morning

It dawns on me I have done all I can
Before dawn I see I have done my best
I could write some things now say some things but
It is better that I keep my mouth shut
If I failed one I passed another test

I am only one lonely little man

If only I could make it right somehow
My very uttermost seems not enough
I could really use a miracle now
Nobody can tell me I am not tough

I never give up even when it seems I might as well
Never having known success it never went to my head
So I always have to do my best until I am dead

Just trying to get to heaven and just passing through hell

+Steven Curtis Lance

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Jan 14, 2005, 3:33 am

Transcendental Sonnet #1225:
It Rained Inside My Car Today

a silly sonnet for Silke's birthday

It rained inside my car today
An after-effect of the storm
Sprinkled me as I drove away

The rusty drops at least were warm
But left tomato-soupy dots
On my pants in sensitive spots

Then I had to go into the bank...
Holding my checkbook over my crotch

Although my car is built like a tank
It could not protect me from this blotch
Which looks like... some sort of accident

Protected without but not within
As the odd eccentric incident
Gets under my heavy metal skin

+Steven Curtis Lance

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Jan 13, 2005, 9:50 pm

Transcendental Sonnet #1224:
Butterfly Rising~*

for my Silke for her birthday

I just got off the telephone with you
And am amazed how much better I feel
I drove down to drop off that document
And felt ready to cruise for miles and miles

Now I believe our dream is coming true!
Now I believe our miracle is real!
I keep on praying nor will I relent
For I can feel it... and my spirit smiles

Life will reveal it... soon... and even now
A little candle shines within this night
I feel your spirit bud to bloom somehow
Tonight the light of hope is burning bright

My butterfly! Your wings will heal and be
Both strong and beautiful as you rise... free!

+Steven Curtis Lance

Happy Birthday to my dearest darling little girl: rise, butterfly, rise~*

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Jan 12, 2005, 11:15 pm

Transcendental Sonnet #1223:
(A very special sonnet...)

My Fairy~*

for my Silke for her birthday

If you have never seen a fairy
Never conclude they do not exist
For their hiddenness is the very
Reason they are able to persist
Here where others are bigger than they
They have to be able to fly away

Just because you have never seen one
Does not mean there has never been one
Right under your nose as you sniffed a rose
And that is why they have wings you know
To be able to get up and go
When the wild winds of a rose-sniffer blow

My fairy is my Silke of the Five and Twenty Tears
Forever five and twenty through a thousand thousand years

+Steven Curtis Lance

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Jan 12, 2005, 2:12 pm

Transcendental Sonnet #1222:
Magic Comes in the Dark Unbidden

for Silke my seagirl

The most important things are hidden
Fairies are very shy
Unicorns are real if unridden
Not only birds can fly
Magic comes in the dark unbidden

Disbelieving folk are divorced
From natural reality
Their minds are frigid firm and forced
Disdaining what they dare not see

Should seagirls swim to such as these?
I would not have them cast their pearls
Nor model their agilities
Before such swinish unworthies
Who see the sea but not the girls!

+Steven Curtis Lance

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Jan 12, 2005, 12:00 pm

Transcendental Sonnet #1221:
It Would Not Be Rice

Ennui? Oui Oui!

I got sick of living on rice
So I bought five pounds more
Shame on me if I fool me twice
What do I do this for?

I know how to make it
But it is so boring
My stomach can take it
But I am ignoring
The question of taste
Repenting in haste

But nothing really matters
Not what one eats whether nasty or nice
When reality shatters
If anything did it would not be rice

+Steven Curtis Lance

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Jan 12, 2005, 7:49 am

Transcendental Sonnet #1220:
OK by Me! Howzabout You?

Auferstanden aus Ruinen

I think I have gotten ahold of myself again now
The beginning of this recovery
Was when a fellow poet wrote to me
That she hoped for me to be Poet of the Year somehow

I was unaware there was such a thing
But I must admit it has a nice ring
To it and I would be glad to do it
If anyone asked me to but wonder what one must do

I imagine one just writes poetry
If that is the case that sounds right for me
And as an added benefit this would keep me alive
As I would want to serve the whole year of 2005

It seems like something I could do...
OK by me! Howzabout you?

+Steven Curtis Lance

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Jan 12, 2005, 1:52 am

Transcendental Sonnet #1219:
Faith and Love Embrace

Something half-forgotten has taken place
While I was sleeping
The sky stopped weeping

The angry storm by gentle winds of grace
And by persistence
Blown out of the sky

The sun has returned with a smiling face
With no resistance
With no answer why
The storm had no choice but to slink away

Around me now there breathes a shining day
And deep inside me
I feel hope to be
Conceived as I see faith and love embrace

+Steven Curtis Lance

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Jan 12, 2005, 1:30 am

Transcendental Sonnet #1218:
That's All

I didn't think I was but some called me good
At least I always did whatever I could
Took care of sick people alone for ten years
Twelve if you count it another way and tears
Are about all I have left of my life now

(I could never live bereft of my wife now)

I could've done worse I wrote a lot of verse
Wrote a lot of music which nobody cares
About not even me but nothing compares
To the simple truth that somebody loved me
Something which I thought I'd never live to see

I've made a difference however small I know
Sometimes felt like I've failed and like letting go
I've tried to do good... did what I could... that's all

+Steven Curtis Lance

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Jan 11, 2005, 1:49 am

Transcendental Sonnet #1217:
...Somewhere ...Back There

The lame postman came but only brought me bills
After his few days mysterious absence
Finally returning only brought more ills
His delivery becomes more erratic
No longer absurd regressing to nonsense
As it slows steadily to become static

Since he was on the telephone the whole time
I tried to communicate through pantomime
But he turned around and in my box I found
A letter from ASCAP and a mystery
They want to give me money for music I
Once wrote a lifetime ago but cannot find

As part of history the form they send the heirs when you die
I am still here but I left my mind behind ...somewhere ...back there

+Steven Curtis Lance

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