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Jan 8, 2005, 7:44 am


Transcendental Sonnet #1207:
Bloom Tonight My Rosebud

for Silke

Falling hard and deep and fast
Rising like the morning sun
Into love and life at last

Feeling newborn life begun
Never loved nor lived before
Leaving sorrow in the past

This sweet moment nothing more

Feeling dizzy can be fun
With the woman I adore
How I love you fragile one

Come to me my butterfly

Light my sky when day is done
Bloom tonight my rosebud my
Silke Shining in the Sky!



+Steven Curtis Lance

Copyright MMV Silke LLC








Jan 7, 2005, 11:59 pm


Transcendental Sonnet #1206:
Stand By the Stove Wear Two Coats and Create

(the poet in winter)

My roof was laid in 1968
But since then some of it has blown away
Yet though it rains to flood there are no leaks
The layers of a hundred years of fate
Keep my old haunted house bone-dry today

Though my huge antique furnace has been out
Inert and cold for months still my life speaks
Of providence I wear my gloves nor pout
For what is not but thankful for what is
Stand by the stove wear two coats and create

Here in God's hands I wait as underneath are his
Unfailing arms of love to care for me to bear
My rhyme and me through time to see eternity:
Join hands with me and let us be together here and there



+Steven Curtis Lance

Copyright MMV Silke LLC








Jan 7, 2005, 12:47 pm


Transcendental Sonnet #1205:
Bright Lights! Sweet Joys!

for Silke

Ubi caritas et amor
Deus ibi est: I live for
That presence of God in those around me
In whose love and kindness God has found me

Post tenebras lux: after dark
However deep however stark
The light returns and dark must fade away
Must yield to the epiphany of day

With love and light surrounding me
I reach to you across the sea
And pour it all into your heart
For you and I are not apart
But yin and yang in loving equipoise
God bloom within your heart: Bright lights! Sweet joys!



+Steven Curtis Lance

Copyright MMV Silke LLC








Jan 7, 2005, 11:21 am


Transcendental Sonnet #1204:
Postage Due

The postman is lame
It is hard for him to do his rounds
He is not to blame
That he brings no packages to me

I hear his huffing and puffing sounds
And wonder about his injury
As a postman he is bad
He is not good at what he does
I wonder if he ever was

As a man he is so sad
Somehow something has broken him in two
It will not be long until he must quit
Until then I have gotten used to it
A lame postman who comes with postage due



+Steven Curtis Lance

Copyright MMV Silke LLC








Jan 7, 2005, 1:57 am


Transcendental Sonnet #1203:
Written in the Sky

for Silke

Silke I know you will come back to me now
Back from the brink of death to stay with me
I can see it written in the sky somehow

Each rising moon and every star I see
Whispers the hope of a miracle for you
Of answered prayers and of bright dreams coming true

And now we have placed ourselves in God's hands
Who knows us who loves us who understands

That we must be together forever
And always all our days that we must be
A husband and a wife a family

That nothing in life nor death could ever
Come between my Silke Shining in the Sky
And I who love you with a love which cannot die



+Steven Curtis Lance

Copyright MMV Silke LLC








Jan 6, 2005, 10:15 pm


Transcendental Sonnet #1202:
Epiphany Prophecy of the Spring

In this sunburst between two winter storms
Epiphany prophecy of the spring
I lift my face to the light as it warms
My bones however briefly this brief day
My own voice joining the birds as they sing

The sun had never really gone away
It just had been cloud-shrouded for so long
That I of little faith had felt despair
That it would return that it was still there

But now it shines so beautiful so strong
I love it more now for not having seen
That face of light than had it always been
There as a constant and forgotten thing
And now I know the spring will come someday



+Steven Curtis Lance

Copyright MMV Silke LLC








Jan 6, 2005, 1:57 am


Pencils

Do you prefer that pencils be
Hexagonal or round?
The former kind roll rattlingly
The latter with smooth sound

If you drop a six-sided one six corners catch
Like a playing-card stuck in a bicycle's spokes
In the case of a round one it's best just to watch
The smooth rollaway finish its orbital strokes

One is a railway sound track meeting wheel
In mechanical clickety-clack
The alternative concept a ribbon of steel
As a thing in itself not a track

Round pencils seem warmer and calmer to me
With their rotund suggestion of ease
While pin-striped hexagonals urge industry
And impatient when dropped buzz like bees

I've always loved pencils embraced them each day
They're artistic especially observed in the round
They're tactile constructions of graphite and clay
Clad in cedar smooth friction their method and sound

I distrust computers my typewriter's dusty
For formal occasions I use pen and ink
A well-sharpened round pink-topped pencil is trusty
To patiently write down whatever I think



+Steven Curtis Lance

Copyright MMV Silke LLC








Jan 5, 2005, 9:59 pm


Transcendental Sonnet #1201:
My Refrigerator Died By Flame

My refrigerator died by flame
An irony as notable
As that by which life has made my name
Ironically quotable

As I write poetry without a brain
So my refrigerator lives again
A sunny plateau atop which my cat
Watches the world from a window behind
Thus it is made useful because of that

As having no brain I must use my mind
Or such connection to the mind of God
As he provides me as the recompense
For my persistence in this life though odd
My cat and I atop the present tense



+Steven Curtis Lance

Copyright MMV Silke LLC








Jan 5, 2005, 6:37 pm


Transcendental Sonnet #1200:
To Spread Our Wings and Fly

for Silke

In the evil we have suffered we have seen
The distorted reflection of the good
Which though like the sun shrouded by clouds has been
There always if always misunderstood
Nevertheless we have seen its perversion
By aping darkness creating aversion
Within us for the struggle of it all

Yet I have seen your spark in the dark and you
Have seen mine in answer however small
We seem we dream you are my star and I
Have found in you the beautiful and the true
Revealed in your clear blue eyes the clear blue skies
Beckon to us to spread our wings and fly
In the sunshine of that good which never dies



+Steven Curtis Lance

Copyright MMV Silke LLC








Jan 5, 2005, 3:32 am


Transcendental Sonnet #1199:
Does Anybody Really Care?

I have to pick up my pieces somehow
But they are all over the floor
I have to get myself together now
I cannot get out my front door
My medication is insufficient

At poetry I seem quite proficient
Does anybody really care?

I am neither here nor there but nowhere
And now I wonder what to do
I used to be someone but I forgot
Who maybe you I never knew
What hit me what fit me or who I was

I only wrote these lines because
I wanted to reach out to you



+Steven Curtis Lance

Copyright MMV Silke LLC








Jan 4, 2005, 11:05 pm


Transcendental Sonnet #1198:
Come Back to Me My Love!

for Silke

You sought me out you snatched me out of hell
Out of the dark your voice of light again
Called me and echoed hope in me through pain

Have we not loved each other wise and well?

If anyone can do it Silke you
Who are my dream can make this dream come true
Of two as one triumphant in this life

I as your husband and you as my wife

I am a child I know but I refuse
To let death separate my love from me
I cannot let go of you cannot lose
This only hope which I have ever known

Come back to me my love! Come back and choose
Life in my arms... nor leave me die alone



+Steven Curtis Lance

Copyright MMV Silke LLC








Jan 4, 2005, 1:42 am


Transcendental Sonnet #1197:
Run Away With Me

for Silke

I finally got out of my freezing room
Out of my door to the freezing out-of-doors
A peregrination from gloom into gloom
And every raindrop is a tear of yours
I feel less alone as a face in a crowd
Of people awaiting our impending doom

Your soft tears caress me do mine caress you?
Whatever is to come now may God bless you
You who have proven the truth of love to me
You who have saved my life and save it again
Each time I hear your voice you who heal my pain
You who are my origin and destiny

My love turn back come home to my heart somehow
Turn back from death and run away with me now



+Steven Curtis Lance

Copyright MMV Silke LLC








Jan 3, 2005, 8:46 am


Transcendental Sonnet #1196:
The Thrill of Mystery

Suicide would end my life with a bang
But things might get better if I could hang
Around long enough to wait for the end

Who knows what fickle fortune might yet send
My way today or tomorrow? Sadness
And rain or sunshine and gladness again

The sorrow of yesterday the madness
Of it all keeps turning and suddenly
There comes a miracle meant just for me

Around and around and around it goes
And what my end will be nobody knows

Yet the intriguing possibility
Of life unfolding just one perfect rose
Leads me into the thrill of mystery



+Steven Curtis Lance

Copyright MMV Silke LLC








Jan 2, 2005, 7:37 pm


Transcendental Sonnet #1195:
Mr. Lance is Like Totally Punked-Out

The president is dyslexic
And none of us is free
I am anorexic
Oh what a wonderful country

I do not like NASCAR
I like punk rock guitar
I have been here forever
And I have never never
Never even begun to fit
By now I should be used to it

People ask me where I come from
I come from the land of the dumb
From the land of the deaf and blind
And now I am losing my mind



+Steven Curtis Lance

Copyright MMV Silke LLC








Jan 2, 2005, 5:28 am


Please Stay...



I am still alive
Thought I would never make it
To 2005

But I could never take it
If I were alone
Lost without you

Unloved and unknown

What would I do?
I would not smile and fake it
Nor could I ever bear to pretend

As I fall

The only one who understands
You hold my heart with fragile hands

After all

All I ever wanted was to spend
My days with you
If this cannot be let my days end

If you must go let me go with you
But somehow can you stay with me?
Yours is the only love I ever knew

Little blue star
Of destiny
Tell me you love me
Please let me know
That you are still mine

Shine up above me
Tell me you are
With me here below
Give me a sign

Little blue star
Of ecstasy
So high and so far
I need you so
Tonight here with me

I do not care
What other people say
I cannot bear
For you to go away

Please stay...
And I will hold your hand
Please stay...
I always understand

I will keep you company

Transcendental butterfly
Play with me...
Silke Shining in the Sky
Stay with me...

I cannot bear for you to go away!

Please stay...

Please stay...

Please stay...



+Steven Curtis Lance

Copyright MMV Silke LLC








Jan 1, 2005, 11:02 pm


Transcendental Sonnet #1194:
Why?

for Silke

Trying to muster my courage
I am not doing very well
Lying to bluster through this age
Of anxiety
Is destroying me

I find myself alone in hell

My little blue star flickers now
But she must shine again somehow
If only in the grieving sky
Oh Silke... please... you cannot die...

My love always always always
Through my remaining darkened days
Searching for the answer in the midnight sky
I will never cease to weep the question: Why?



+Steven Curtis Lance

Copyright MMV Silke LLC








Dec 31, 2004, 10:26 pm


Revolution Resolution

This is a New Year's revolution
New Year's Eve birthday resolution:

To say and do exactly what I please
Nor crawl to the unworthy on my knees
To never kiss another stupid ass
But wait for the stupidity to pass
And I will still be here
Of that I have no fear

Because I am going to live forever
You ask how I know? Because there has never
Been anyone like me
And I intend to be
Myself in all my specificity

And those who do not like me may go straight to hell
To fool with fools no longer is a lesson well
Learned well earned well burned and all of it the hard way
Today is my birthday and today I can say
And can do whatever I damn well please
Today I rise to get up off my knees

The struggle has taught me again and again
To live with what is and not what might have been



+Steven Curtis Lance

Copyright MMIV Silke LLC








Dec 30, 2004, 8:22 pm


Transcendental Sonnet #1193:
Happy Birthday to Me

At the door at the second half
I wait now for my second act
Too numb to cry too sad to laugh
Trying to sort my fear from fact

Soon again I begin

It never knocks it just comes in
Not my door not for me to say
But the door of time and now fate
Will open it and have its way

But what if it is just too late?
I hope that there is hope today
I face the unknown all alone
Is this the way it has to be?

Happy Birthday to me



+Steven Curtis Lance

Copyright MMIV Silke LLC








Dec 30, 2004, 5:12 am


Transcendental Sonnet #1192:
Um Mitternacht

for Silke

A thousand nights a thousand days
Um Mitternacht always always
Always my love my shining one
Since first this magic was begun

If we are dreaming darling may
We never see the light of day
But may our sweet moon always shine
For us my love and you be mine

The thousand are not yet complete have still to be
Fulfilled as here alone I wait for you tonight
I long for you to reach through time and space to me

Come back my love! Is this to be the end of light?
Let not our thousand nights and days of love be past!
Am I alone um Mitternacht here at the last?



+Steven Curtis Lance

AMOR VINCIT OMNIA

Copyright MMIV Silke LLC








Dec 28, 2004, 11:26 am



Who the Hell is +SCL? Well...

Finding Myself at Fifty



The sign of the seagoat of Capricorn
Soared in the sky on the night I was born
A curse upon the world some still believe
A night to wonder and a night to warn
A bitter night for many to receive
My advent on that stormy New Year's Eve

Born in the lightning alighting in fire
Born in the thunder and under the ire
Of those who took it as an evil sign
Dark advent of a dangerous desire
But one young mother took it as divine
That I should come to her and she was mine

She held me as her destiny her chance
She cried "His name is +Steven Curtis Lance! "



I stand just under six feet tall and weigh one twenty five
I have my ups and downs but I am glad to be alive
Described as "willowy" I am flexible and youthful
My eyebrows tweezed nor am I diseased and to be truthful
I am just an innocent at dawn and dusk I repent
My every sin be it of commission or omission
If life had gone as planned I would assume the position
Of senior pastor of some German Lutheran parish

But that along with all the a cappella I cherish
Is water over the dam approaching fifty I am
A graceful and balletic metrosexual poet
I present myself clean-shaven tinted strawberry-blonde
A sonneteer who knows no fear of Silke madly fond
Asperity austerity but some prosperity
A company called Silke LLC you may know it
Google me and you will see my unfolding destiny

I was raised by my mother who taught me to be gentle
Courtesy and civility would seem fundamental
Much more elegant than the Taliban morality
Of that scary quite disturbing red-state plurality
With Bush and push and shove above well-mannered decency
While you might not agree I find it charming to be me



This book of my life written page by page
And forming link by link a single chain
From youth through experience into age
Is that by which I rise and live again
Beyond my days into a time unknown
Unto me now as I write here alone

Into my future and out of your past
As I become a present after all
And now you hold me in your hands at last

The only paradise beyond the fall
For sinful mortals and poets like me
Who live but little time and then must die
Is to become a part of destiny
And leave you this to remember me by



To those who have suffered bitterness can
Prove to be the stone by which we stumble
Undoing all we work for taking all
We have loved and built however humble
The rock by which we ultimately fall
It has destroyed many a stronger man
Than me to see it suck the life away
From those whom I have loved the light of day
Gone out from their eyes the sun from their skies
Bitterness their undoing in the end
Has spoken to me that this must not be
The ruin of the rising of our dreams

There must be hope in sorrow though it seems
These wings are broken now yet we must rise

Suicide has taken many a friend
This horror would not have happened unless
We had been overpowered in the dark
Alone at the crossroads of bitterness
Where shadows of grief are so sharp so stark
Burning alone in the crucible of
Suffering with no light no hope no love
Turning to stone there with no one to care
Where it is always night and never day
Alone on the telephone it has been there
Waiting in the silence to bear us away
At the existential moment of despair

Therefore now as I mark a half a century
I resolve I must leave bitterness behind
I dare not let it hollow out my trust
I care not for corrosion nor for rust
By which bitterness would eat away my mind
To rot out from the inside is no destiny



Poets make words take wing and fly but why?
We can we do we must yet still we die
But every day we save the world this way

I only do this only come to say
Look up and see the sun smile above you
And feel this warming kiss upon your skin

I only want to tell you I love you
To invite you to watch the dance begin
As the moon embraces the clouds tonight

The world is singing right before our eyes
A play of shadow of darkness and light
Of waxing waning morning noon and night
Of that which is born and of that which dies

Poets sing giving voice to everything



The morning star is burning so intense
No other light can be seen in the sky

This is the moment this is the suspense
Between the dark and light the night and day
The light by which I write by which I live

Day has yet to be born night yet to die
That I am here to see this here to give
Myself completely give myself away
To this contention of the elements
This yin and yang of time to see it turn
Floods me with exclamations with laments

I am this moment! I transform I learn
I turn I burn I earn the recompense
The pay of the poet: intense suspense!



I mean to say just what I mean
Not to be silenced nor ashamed
Seeing I might as well be seen

Being myself and being named
Better to mean just what I say
Than to regret what might have been

Being credited being blamed
Is better than fading away
The memory that I was here
These words I write for you today

I do not mean to disappear
I would not be forgotten by
This world and when my time to die
Comes you will know that I was here



Copyright MMIV Silke LLC








Dec 28, 2004, 1:13 am


Transcendental Sonnet #1191:
The Velvet Night Now Weeps for Us

for Silke

Soft in the sky as in our hearts below
The velvet night now weeps for us
The shrouded moon now keeps for us
The secrets of a love only we know

Oh Silke Shining in the Sky
Can you see me so far away
And feel my love and hear me cry?

My transcendental butterfly
All day long it was dark today
Bring back the light which I live by

No poem I write no words I say
Could bear the weight of my grief now
Come back my love return and stay
With me! Turn back from death somehow!



+Steven Curtis Lance

Copyright MMIV Silke LLC








Dec 27, 2004, 9:03 pm


Watching for the Storm



Pregnant skies

I wait
Struggling to stay warm
Heavy eyes
Watching for the storm
And fate

Skies straining to burst

I wait for the worst
Soon the weeping will start
The skies
My eyes
The breaking of my heart

The one I love is far away
So sick that I wonder
What will happen to us now?
As I hear the thunder
Begin to claim the skies today

Can she still get well ...somehow?

I am thinking of you
Silke! How I love you!



+Steven Curtis Lance

Copyright MMIV Silke LLC








Dec 27, 2004, 3:17 am


Transcendental Sonnet #1190:
Night-Blooming Rose of Ecstasy

for Silke so sick so sad so sweet

Would that my words could make it right
Could make your heart beat as it should
So hard to find the words tonight
But I would tell you if I could
How you are everything to me
My mother child and destiny

From sorrow joy from pain delight

My lover without you I see
No hope for me to be nor would
Nor could I stay with you away
From me I see no future here
Apart from you: come back and be
My light within this night of fear

Night-blooming rose of ecstasy



+Steven Curtis Lance

Copyright MMIV Silke LLC








Dec 26, 2004, 5:30 pm


Transcendental Sonnet #1189:
At Least We Have Learned to Fly

for Silke

The conclusion is inescapable
Every day it becomes more plain to see
This world is utterly incapable
Of understanding either you or me
The two of us are left unknown alone

Given this inhospitable weather
I think we had better stick together
Carried and sown like seed wind-blown and shown
To be wanderers not by choice but fate
Blown far off-course yet it is not too late

No matter where we find ourselves to be
As long as you hold onto me as long as I
Hold onto you it matters not whether
We know where we blow at least we have learned to fly



+Steven Curtis Lance

Copyright MMIV Silke LLC








Dec 25, 2004, 6:28 pm


Transcendental Sonnet #1188:
L'Histoire du Soldat

My shining one within the darkness of this war
I choke surrounded by an enemy of smoke
And shadow rendered blind and dazed I cannot see
Nor know which way to fight never this lost before
You are my spark within the darkness inside me
Though death surrounds me circling like a beast of prey
The hope of your pure love keeps me alive today

We in our thousands sent into the noise of hell
Where up is down uncertainty is certainty
Are walking dead unless we have loved wise and well
We wounded cherish hope of walking home again
And I into your arms of love this nightmare past
These sands may keep my blood and tears I leave the pain
Here in this twisted wreckage to come home at last



+Steven Curtis Lance

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