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Selected Poems of Steven Curtis Lance

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Mar 13, 2015, 1:22 am


1970



There we were and here she was
Under the tree of life because
Being human beings who
Were doing as we humans do
Here she was where I was too

When life surprised me like it does
There in 1970
Like here where I remember now
A long time ago I know
But I remember even so

Wherever she is now we were
By heart then and then again
Part of my heart again now when
Between us two I mean to
Remember the tree of life then

In December when the tree
Is barren but still sings of her
Even now of spring somehow
Remembers I still love you
Between us what you mean to me



Steven Curtis Lance







Mar 11, 2015, 9:46 pm


Swingset



In Yuma by monsoon season
Grandson of the Fire Chief there
I had to wait for my swingset
To cool down from the sun where
I built a sundial in the sand

Marking time to no avail
One coming to understand
By stepping on its rusty nail
Time as something to transcend yet
To get through to go on

Orange by Santa Ana Wind
Frightening my rabbitry
Kites in the night there John and me
By velvet blue we flew and
All good things must come to an end

Bad things too but the reason
Is a swingset is a friend
Is learning if the hard way still
If anything goes on we will
Until gone on and gone



Steven Curtis Lance







Mar 8, 2015, 7:23 am


Pack



Turning counterclockwise
Three times Bowser lies
At the foot of the bed
And to my surprise
Marisol at the head
Gets up gets down instead

When I join them too
Big dogs back to back

Though she is my friend
I send her down that end
With Bowser to be
Two friends I can depend
On to doggedly
Keep an eye on me

Doing as we do
Packed three to a pack

To make some sense of it
From the middle I
By dogly riddle try
To get us to fit
Who crowd a little bit
Two dogs and a poet

Three to a mattress
A pack more or less



Steven Curtis Lance







Mar 6, 2015, 7:38 pm


To the Sea



Reaching out where life is teaching me
On a beach without a sea
With drifts of Joshua trees instead
Waves but dry of sky and sand
A sea breeze blows and goes to my head
To the sea ultimately
Catalyst of life as it has been
On the wind like me gone free
Where the sea was then is now again
The junction of my journey

Through the sand and to the sea
A function of sand I understand
And of sky of why to be
One who meant to went to wonder and
Understand through blue and clear
Sky how love is why what life is for
Now to live what I love here
Though at sea to be afraid no more
Understanding through the sand
Reaching out where life is reaching me

Life is love as death is fear
Through the sand and to the sea



Steven Curtis Lance







Mar 4, 2015, 5:26 pm


Going On



I



I keep thinking my things are somewhere
But they are not there they are nowhere
The only thing I have left is me
So there we are and here I am now

I used to have so many things
But they are gone and any things
Now I found along the way
The hard way how the hard way brings
Just the musts of the day-by-day
What I need but anyway

The lonely thing left to do is be
Never mind why to see about how
Though whether or not I ever know
The thing is to go on so I go

Since everything is gone
I let go and go on



II



Going on and growing blooming
Unassuming and assuming
I will be OK
I go on another day
Knowing I have my part to play

Resuming what is consuming
Me as I produce it seeing
It though as freeing so being
As I am to be
Doing this thing that makes me me

Going on and growing knowing
I go on till gone still going
Mad I know my way
A madman's nursery rhyme
Will be the role of a lifetime



III



Saying what I mean
I grow till I am gone

In the in between
I know I will go on
Saying what it meant
To me to be who went
Still me to be free
To be transcendental
Of the incidental
Transcendentally
Incoincidental

Meaning what I say
Going on my way



Steven Curtis Lance







Mar 3, 2015, 9:02 pm


The Role of a Lifetime



Going on and growing blooming
Unassuming and assuming
I will be OK
I go on another day
Knowing I have my part to play

Resuming what is consuming
Me as I produce it seeing
It though as freeing so being
As I am to be
Doing this thing that makes me me

Going on and growing knowing
I go on till gone still going
Mad I know my way
A madman's nursery rhyme
Will be the role of a lifetime



Steven Curtis Lance







Mar 2, 2015, 2:24 am


When the Sky Falls



Not knowing much about much
I wonder about the clouds and such
Wanting to understand their ways
Closer to the sky these days

Having their ways here where I have found
When it rains the clouds always
Come down all the way bow to the ground
The sky comes down embracingly

When it falls without a sound
Crowding round the clouds bend down to touch
Tops of mountains then down the hills
Cloudbound all around the valley fills

When the sky falls and comes to be
Down here on the ground with me



Steven Curtis Lance







Feb 28, 2015, 6:50 pm


Together but Alone



Why are some so angry?

The angry are afraid
As fear is what has made
Them lonely only for
What dares them scares them more

Angrily some love what
Keeps them from being free
Some hide behind their gates
Afraid of what awaits
Afraid of some like me

Dislike us like me but
We who are free can see
Some are afraid to be
For fear of the unknown

Except to be angry
Together but alone



Steven Curtis Lance







Feb 27, 2015, 8:45 pm


Transcendentally Incoincidental



Saying what I mean
I grow till I am gone

In the in between
I know I will go on
Saying what it meant
To me to be who went
Still me to be free
To be transcendental
Of the incidental
Transcendentally
Incoincidental

Meaning what I say
I go on my way



Steven Curtis Lance







Feb 25, 2015, 1:11 am


Fairhaven Mausoleum



Fairhaven Mausoleum
Is sort of a museum
But of the dead instead
Of whatever

My Mom would think we should go
When she thought we ought have no
Dread mortality bred
Then of never

Over and underground rooms
All around the walls are tombs
Where the dead are in bed
There forever

Never easy to scare now
Ever since she took me there somehow



Steven Curtis Lance







Feb 24, 2015, 9:31 pm


Grant's Tomb



Is Grant's Tomb made of granite
(I took for granted that it was)?

On the tomb is set in stone
"Let us have peace (leave us alone)"
Nothing taken for granted
Former president and his wife
Unhaunted nor enchanted
Residents of the quiet life
It would appear so I hear

A rolling stone if not granite
A madman making the best
Glad to be but sadly out west
As from another planet
However would not know because
I never got that far east
Have not gotten anywhere near

But to Yucca Valley at least
Where having gone there still here
Though in age so far away now
In the way out will be how
Outliving I outlove my fear
A near miss but this is it
For me from out here it seems clear

Taking for granted nothing
Making the best of everything



Steven Curtis Lance







Feb 23, 2015, 10:03 pm


The Orange Public Library



I had read all the books in the library or
As many of them as I could
Looking for suggestions asking questions before
Wondering one day I understood
Not that I had to know but had to grow to be
Then as I did when I was a kid

As I understood I was to wonder some more
To live my life curiously
To be and through my curiosity be free
To ask the question the answer for
Furiously curiously wondering me
When I was a kid then so I did

I understood my task not to answer but to ask
Long ago at the Orange Public Library



Steven Curtis Lance







Feb 21, 2015, 9:33 pm


Between to Be and Not to Be



for Franziska on her birthday



Between to be and not to be
There I remember where I see
Through the mad mirror of memory
Between sad scenes of what was me
What I thought was anyway
What I have loved and lost and such

Having been to be again
Being in between

I live to remember and yet
Regret I must die to forget
So to go on I just live with it
Face up to it and place my bet
Again on another day
But I remember way too much

If you are in between then
You know what I mean

Where I remember there I see
What I thought I forgot but not
To be forgotten as yet is what
I must forget tomorrow but
Remember just for today
Between to be and not to be



Steven Curtis Lance







Feb 20, 2015, 8:18 pm


We Three



I



Today before tomorrow but
Tomorrow never comes
And yesterday seems more like what
Was once today becomes

Tomorrow is like yesterday
Except always unknown
But both alike a day away
The unknown from the known
Forgetting yesterday I let
Tomorrow go today

Tomorrow never comes and yet
Maybe it always was
How then becomes now to borrow
A day away a day
Earned yesterday to learn my way
Today by tomorrow

Maybe it never comes because
To keep me keeping on
Today is what tomorrow does
When yesterday is gone



II



I used to live by fear
But by love I am here

When someone was something wrong
One thing is to be sorry
A debt of regret to pay
As some who were wrong are we
Who were sorry all along
And as I am anyway

Another is to grow
And so I had to go

Sadder but wiser today
For being wrong then so long
And as I was yesterday
Doing wrong being that way
Living it down by living
It up now by forgiving

Forgiven and giving
Myself an outliving

Forgetting it if I may
Getting it getting along
Letting go of being wrong
Setting my sights high to be
Betting on a better me
Getting better every day

I went all the way and
Having gone understand

Here by love to live and die
Understand or wonder why
This is it and here and now
Underneath the bright blue sky
Here I stand and here am I
What I have and why and how

Love to live and die for
Someone afraid no more



III



With no one else around I found
Myself to be understood by me
Unjudgmental understanding
Found us bound the same way undemanding

Though once we hardly got along
Went round and round we have come a long
Way in our way which is to say
Lancean we who find ourselves three strong

When I run into me today
I find myself not running away
Then whenever I am around
And encounter myself I stop and stay

We understand but wonder so
Understanding wondering we see
Us go on with the show we know
The end of the play in our way we three



Steven Curtis Lance







Feb 19, 2015, 7:00 pm


Encounter



With no one else around I found
Myself to be understood by me
Unjudgmental understanding
Found us bound the same way undemanding

Though once we hardly got along
Went round and round we have come a long
Way in our way which is to say
Lancean we who find ourselves three strong

When I run into me today
I find myself not running away
Then whenever I am around
And encounter myself I stop and stay

We understand but wonder so
Understanding wondering we see
Us go on with the show we know
The end of the play in our way we three



Steven Curtis Lance







Feb 18, 2015, 4:33 pm


Blue on Blue on Blue



Smoke curling up a shaft of starlight
To unfurling blue
Velvet sky with diamonds sparkling bright

Not as bright as you
Are my star who shine right through the night

Shine your light until
Morning tonight still as you always will
In my heart and through

You remember as I do
Blue on blue on blue



Steven Curtis Lance







Feb 17, 2015, 12:59 pm


Today by Tomorrow



Today before tomorrow but
Tomorrow never comes
And yesterday seems more like what
Was once today becomes

Tomorrow is like yesterday
Except always unknown
But both alike a day away
The unknown from the known
Forgetting yesterday I let
Tomorrow go today

Tomorrow never comes and yet
Maybe it always was
How then becomes now to borrow
A day away a day
Earned yesterday to learn my way
Today by tomorrow

Maybe it never comes because
To keep me keeping on
Today is what tomorrow does
When yesterday is gone



Steven Curtis Lance







Feb 13, 2015, 7:55 pm


By Love



I used to live by fear
But by love I am here

When someone was something wrong
One thing is to be sorry
A debt of regret to pay
As some who were wrong are we
Who were sorry all along
And as I am anyway

Another is to grow
And so I had to go

Sadder but wiser today
For being wrong then so long
And as I was yesterday
Doing wrong being that way
Living it down by living
It up now by forgiving

Forgiven and giving
Myself an outliving

Forgetting it if I may
Getting it getting along
Letting go of being wrong
Setting my sights high to be
Betting on a better me
Getting better every day

I went all the way and
Having gone understand

Here by love to live and die
Understand or wonder why
This is it and here and now
Underneath the bright blue sky
Here I stand and here am I
What I have and why and how

Love to live and die for
Someone afraid no more



Steven Curtis Lance







Feb 12, 2015, 12:22 am


Curtain



I



I am what I think about
Hope and fear believe and doubt
Living to the limit of
What I think from inside out
To the limit of my love

So I do not want to be
Fearfully but hopefully

Living hope through doubt believe
Having given I receive
Though I go then may I grow
Even so now come to know
May I knowing this stay free:

I am what I think about
Nothing limits me but me



II



In time on time
Reason by rhyme
Seasons of then
And now and when

Maybe never
But forever
Too untimely
To be to me

Or not to be
How would I know
Then having been
Now when I go

Then now and when
Maybe never
But forever
In every now

And then and when
Are now somehow
Each in season
Time and again

Time is reason
Seasoned by rhyme
Always timely
On time in time



III



There is that star out my window again
A sign to me how far gone I have been
Where while I have been gone there I have seen
That star I neither outrun nor outlive
Out my windows in some crazy places

Some of them difficult and punitive
Or in some now become hazy faces
That I have been too lazy to forgive
How far I have come here and now to be
Where that star near from far is here with me

To keep as a part of me to go on
Shining in my heart until I have gone
On to shine on like a star myself when
I learn the secret the curtain is drawn
And falling I rise a star again then



Steven Curtis Lance







Feb 11, 2015, 2:56 am


A Star Again



There is that star out my window again
A sign to me how far gone I have been
Where while I have been gone there I have seen
That star I neither outrun nor outlive
Out my windows in some crazy places

Some of them difficult and punitive
Or in some now become hazy faces
That I have been too lazy to forgive
How far I have come here and now to be
Where that star near from far is here with me

To keep as a part of me to go on
Shining in my heart until I have gone
On to shine on like a star myself when
I learn the secret the curtain is drawn
And falling I rise a star again then



Steven Curtis Lance







Feb 9, 2015, 9:20 pm


To the Limit



I am what I think about
Hope and fear believe and doubt
Living to the limit of
What I think from inside out
To the limit of my love

So I do not want to be
Fearfully but hopefully

Living hope through doubt believe
Having given I receive
Though I go then may I grow
Even so now come to know
May I knowing this stay free:

I am what I think about
Nothing limits me but me



Steven Curtis Lance







Feb 7, 2015, 7:41 pm


Dig It



The dogs undertake to make excavations
Deepening their investigations
To it and at it dig deeper into
What only the doggedly dogly know of

A mystery beast a mouse at least
Under the side of the house to the east
That knows what to do and the dogs know it too
Mutuality of reality

They can dig it and they do
At it and to it and do it with love



Steven Curtis Lance







Feb 6, 2015, 8:35 pm


Hi-Desert Hideaway



I



As I exist persistently
Being I might as well be
Seeing what is and what is not

Knowing from not what to avoid
Not to validate the void
Outgrowing what is not for what

As I exist persistently
I persist because I see
What is and what is not for me

I learned the hard way to let go
Of what was not but did so
I know to be from not to be

I am now as I see how
As I exist persistently



II



The dogs undertake to make excavations
Deepening their investigations
To it and at it dig deeper into
What only the doggedly dogly know of

A mystery beast a mouse at least
Under the side of the house to the east
That knows what to do and the dogs know it too
Mutuality of reality

They can dig it and they do
At it and to it and do it with love



III



Becoming an abstraction
Traveling light today
Subtraction and redaction
Action and reaction
Reduction and destruction
An ending to begin

I lost my mind to find me
Let go left behind me
What I lost but beginning
To find myself winning
Went on and I want to stay
Gone where I am to be

Unraveling I survived
Reaction by action
Dysfunction by distraction
Traveling I arrived
Now to my satisfaction
By losing how I win

My way out is in
A Hi-Desert hideaway



Steven Curtis Lance







Feb 4, 2015, 3:13 pm


Big Dogs



for Hi-Desert hounds Marisol and Bowser



All the small dogs all the way
Back to the lap say yap-yap-yap
The small dogs go because they
Know when the big dogs come to play
It gets ruff-ruff-ruff and raw
The hour of the power of the paw

Two big dogs asleep right here
Might fill small dogs' small hearts with fear
Dreaming they fillet and eat
Some small dogs from across the street
Woof-woof-woofing down the small
To wake up hungry after all

Dreaming seeming that they do
What big dogs waking threaten to
Bowser could and Marisol
Would eat anything anyway
Waking they know to agree
Though to Alpo and Pedigree

Big dogs dreaming snout to snout
About small dogs tiptoeing out
Big dogs waking and I say
They make me arf-arf-arfully
Glad to have big dogs (really
I say it is they who have me)



Steven Curtis Lance







Feb 3, 2015, 6:15 am


Yuk it Up in Yucca Valley



for Bud



I like to yuk it up in Yucca Valley
And josh around in the Joshua Tree
Saloon as soon we my buddy Bud and me
Again then will do when I am glad to
Be around for the end who found a friend who
In our way anyway quite quietly
Likes to yuk it up in Yucca Valley too

Existentially I guess but I confess
And rather more than I have been before
I am glad I exist rather more than less
Being more seeing what being is for
In a Hi-Desert hideaway saying yes
To life having friends though being a mess
Getting it in a setting where it gets me

Celebrating philosophically
I like to yuk it up in Yucca Valley



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