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Selected Poems of Steven Curtis Lance

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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



Steven Curtis Lance







Jan 31, 2015, 10:19 pm


My How by Somehow



I



Desperate faces
Disparate places
By most never seen
Trials and errors
Daydreams night-terrors
I know what they mean

What would but could not
Be could be what would
Be when understood
What would be and could
What many forgot
In woulds of should not

Fear is what it was
Doing what it does



II



Many said I should
Be free but not free
Not what but somewhat
Not any like me
But I knew I could
Be and I would be

I gave all I got
Not somewhat but what
Somehow to get it
Forget it but get
It back around then
Not to regret it

Remembering when
The wheel turned again



III



My where by somewhere
Was dark then and there
Having gone too far
Into the spaces
Of times in between
But I fell a star

What would be could be
To go far who are
Then misunderstood
Farther than they would
Like one having gone
Too far who went on

And here I am now
My how by somehow



Steven Curtis Lance







Jan 31, 2015, 8:25 pm


Timely



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



Steven Curtis Lance







Jan 30, 2015, 8:55 pm


Threescore



At onescore I was arrogant
And twoscore I was dumb
Now threescore how transcendent
At last to overcome
Much past indiscretion such as
One who two through threescore has

Digression after of before
Not what I was meant for
But life went on though I went
Arrogant no more
When what I thought I knew
Ingrown went unknown out the door

One knew then the score was two
One who outgrew it inwardly
To overcome the dumb
More a total than a sum
As I grew into me
I knew then how I grew to be

As I say today at three
Fourscore here I come



Steven Curtis Lance







Jan 27, 2015, 2:27 pm


All the Way



Having lived a long time I have learned
The hard way all along the way have earned
A kind of mindfulness who knows how

And some find me one who knows now
That I know how life is like a kiss
When I close my eyes then remember this
I am one who knows some who know too

Some other ones who are and do
Someones who see meaning in between
Us know who we are so see what we mean

And we feel free to be who we are
Seeing us why and being who
Know we are there when we go too far
Where all the way then falling like a star

When we have been and done and gone
On all the way when life goes on



Steven Curtis Lance







Jan 20, 2015, 4:09 am


Other



Other is not without but in
Us bothering us from within
Finding us of a mind to be
Our kind of specificity
But exploring how to be more
Than what we love by what we fear

To see another in my face
Some other place in time and space
Reminds me how I find me here
Before and after as what for
That I who could be different
Am this me now here where I went

When being me this way to be
Who could see now some other day
Understood in another way
In another reality
In one another anyway
Then other does not bother me

An other and another me
Where other is not without but
In not out and not without me
Whichever me no matter what
However I would or should or
Could be more than ever before

Other is us our own and yet
Another way to let us see
That when we get we find then to
Be you and me as us we who
Not to forget the it to get
Are here and now and this is it

To grow together until gone
Another reason to go on



Steven Curtis Lance







Jan 18, 2015, 12:03 am


Pepperoni



A hot dog full of baloney
With his six-inch pepperoni
Not understanding anything
Nevertheless was wondering
About forever never mind
That he thought he got left behind
Or would be should some rapture come

"Do not forget to get" he thought
For now who could be getting some

When he did not then so he got
Out and about got up got down
In the now got out on the town
Did as he does because he was
Coming to understand something
A six-inch pepperoni does
But what he got was what was not

A hot dog full of baloney
Nevertheless was wondering



Steven Curtis Lance







Jan 13, 2015, 1:09 am


Spells



I carve my poems carefully
Though they seem secret for all to see
Out in their many anywhere
Written on water breathed on the air

I cast my spells and they are there
For any and many find them where
Now it seems then a dream comes true
When one understands who wonders too

So here we are so near though far
And so I rise though a falling star
To this occasion to be now
Falling but rising and this is how

Having been transcendentally
Fated to find us belatedly
Here we are who find us to be
Ascending coincidentally

And finding my own way to say
What I say I find this is my way
To say between us what we mean
Carved carefully in the in between

Understanding me as you do
Wondering too I find me in you
Who my poems are for and to
Though they seem secret you see them through

So here we are so near though far
Where now it seems then a dream comes true
Understanding us as we are
When one understands who wonders too



Steven Curtis Lance







Jan 12, 2015, 4:24 pm


Outsider



I like to be alone
Something I have not always known
At least the way I say
It knowing now the way I do

But knowing how as who
Is now and who is anyway
In my own company
Myself and I agree with me

Outsider gone within
When the only way out is in
Gone free then on my own
At dawn in my way out my way

To be myself where I
See to be me who saw there why
When now was not yet known
Then how I like to be alone



Steven Curtis Lance







Jan 11, 2015, 9:30 pm


Let Go



Refusing to change
Choosing outrage
Then at now as strange
Some show their age

Still they will not grow
Will not let go
Of a heavy load
Bumps in the road

Being to be but
Not to be what
Seeing now as then
Is not again

But I being old
Seeing now know
How then was because
Of yesterday

Then and there they are
Now where I was
Learning the hard way
Then does not stay

And far away far
From then today
Seeing how somehow
By being now

I let it unfold
Let live let go



Steven Curtis Lance







Jan 10, 2015, 11:21 am


Quod Scripsi Scripsi



Pontius Pilate was not a good guy
They say but they say he said something I
Have said that what he had written he had
The way I do what I have written too
And asking what is truth is not so bad
Though Pontius Pilate was not so good
They say but they may have misunderstood
Quod scripsi scripsi the way they quote who
Asked quid est veritas the way I do



Steven Curtis Lance







Jan 8, 2015, 8:23 pm


Ignorance is Lonely



I wonder is it better late than never when
What would have been good to know whenever then
Is known when some folly is shown finally to
Be as it has been to me finally who
Gets it after all though the hard way in freefall
But I am glad I got it after all

I understand perhaps in this
Case my ignorance would not be bliss

And so I got wise enough to realize
Anyway how I can say it is better now
Than never whenever still better somehow
And if I ever get another chance will know
I get not to forget I had to let go
What I thought I knew to know what was true

And what was true is only this
Ignorance is lonely and not bliss



Steven Curtis Lance







Jan 8, 2015, 1:57 am


January



for Patricia Lance



I



My mother remembered anniversaries
Birthdays baptisms those things like these
I thought were stupid as a kid but miss now
Since the days became the same somehow
She is gone and I went on and away

I never remember that much anyway
But remember her birthday very
Much every twenty-fourth of January
And all those people she sent cards to
Remembered forever like I did too



II



I wish I had been there
Had known before been more aware
What was going on
With me and those around me when
Everything went wrong then
Everything was gone

I was there but not where
I had always thought I would be
Then I was nowhere
But out of nowhere what you see
Within my poetry
Is what is of me

I think now I know more
Than whoever I was before
It all happened so
Fast a score of slow years ago
When two-score but now three
This is me I know

Not for this me not to be
Here to be again



III



Pontius Pilate was not a good guy
They say but they say he said something I
Have said that what he had written he had
The way I do what I have written too
And asking what is truth is not so bad
Though Pontius Pilate was not so good
They say but they may have misunderstood
Quod scripsi scripsi the way they quote who
Asked quid est veritas the way I do



IV



I wonder is it better late than never when
What would have been good to know whenever then
Is known when some folly is shown finally to
Be as it has been to me finally who
Gets it after all though the hard way in freefall
But I am glad I got it after all

I understand perhaps in this
Case my ignorance would not be bliss

And so I got wise enough to realize
Anyway how I can say it is better now
Than never whenever still better somehow
And if I ever get another chance will know
I get not to forget I had to let go
What I thought I knew to know what was true

And what was true is only this
Ignorance is lonely and not bliss



V



Everyone wants to be happy like I do
And when I make someone happy as who
Wants to be happy too then in the living
It makes me happy too in the giving

You pass it along and happiness goes on
And on around the world and is not gone
When I need it again it is ready then
From me to you from you to me again

Giving not taking this happiness-making
Making me happy and happy to share
My happiness knowing that yours will be there
And this is what keeps our hearts from breaking



Steven Curtis Lance







Jan 7, 2015, 6:22 pm


Remembered



for Patricia Lance



My mother remembered anniversaries
Birthdays baptisms those things like these
I thought were stupid as a kid but miss now
Since the days became the same somehow
She is gone and I went on and away

I never remember that much anyway
But remember her birthday very
Much every twenty-fourth of January
And all those people she sent cards to
Remembered forever like I did too



Steven Curtis Lance







Jan 6, 2015, 10:07 pm


This Book



for Maria who gave me this old book from Scotland



This book has the look of something loved what
May look like wear and tear to some there but
Understanding others can see where hands
Of human beings held it carefully
And read it and that looks like love to me

What hands before left afterward behind
For understanding other hands to find
Between the hands of many anyway
What has been open once again to be
Between my hands too between to and from

This book has gone as far as I have come
To go on then when I have gone away
Through other hands whoever understands
What was still is looks in this book will see
What it meant when it went with me someday

And understanding other hands will find
What hands before left afterward behind



Steven Curtis Lance







Jan 6, 2015, 7:07 pm


What I Can Do



Everyone wants to be happy like I do
And when I make someone happy as who
Wants to be happy too then in the living
It makes me happy too in the giving

You pass it along and happiness goes on
And on around the world and is not gone
When I need it again it is ready then
From me to you from you to me again

Giving not taking this happiness-making
Making me happy and happy to share
My happiness knowing that yours will be there
And this is what keeps our hearts from breaking

Making you happy is what I can do
To make the world better and me happy too



Steven Curtis Lance







Jan 5, 2015, 1:29 pm


At Sixty



At twenty I was arrogant
At forty I was dumb
At sixty somehow transcendent
Now I have overcome
Myself at last to be my best
And to my past I leave the rest



Steven Curtis Lance







Jan 4, 2015, 9:59 pm


Songs at Sixty



At twenty I was arrogant
At forty I was dumb
At sixty somehow transcendent
Now I have overcome
Myself at last to be my best
To my past I leave the rest




I



Someone who knows now who knows how
I was going to get depressed
But got out of bed and got dressed
Instead though that was hard for me
Somehow I guess now I may be

Be that as it may as they say
Be as what I may anyway
If not what I was yesterday
When I forgot then got depressed
Would not get out could not get dressed

But here I am another day
Someone who knows then who chose now



II



Curiosity
Lifts and carries me
To where I could go
Before I would know

Is what makes me free
Because it takes me
From where I would be
To where I could be

Who doubt as I do
Believe me your doubt
Makes who it takes you
Where you could be too

Curiosity
Says "go and find out"



III



We live between heartbeats between breath and breath
Looking for the meaning between life and death
We wonder and wander and blunder but we
Find it in each other eventually

Together and whether or not we succeed
In being successful as the world demands
We are the meaning and we are all we need
To live between heartbeats between hearts and hands

The meaning between life and death is between
Us then success is when we know what we mean
And those who succeed between heartbeat and breath
Are those who have found us between life and death

Between heartbeats between breath and breath we find
Ourselves in each other in our humankind



Steven Curtis Lance







Jan 4, 2015, 6:27 pm


So Here I Am



I was going to get depressed
Someone who knows now who knows how
But got out of bed and got dressed
Instead though that was hard for me
Somehow I guess now I may be

Be that as it may as they say
Be as what I may anyway
If not what I was yesterday
When I forgot then got depressed
Would not get out could not get dressed

Someone who knows then who chose now
So here I am another day



Steven Curtis Lance







Jan 4, 2015, 6:04 am


Blue and White



Snowflakes falling through the night
Snow on the Joshua trees
On my birthday New Year's Eve
So to fill our empty hands

Wondering and feeling small
Being part of everything
Turning sixty in the snow

Learning something I should know
Seeing what I take I bring
Understanding after all
One who wonders understands

Now I know how I believe
I believe in things like these
Snowflakes falling blue and white



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