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Selected Poems of Steven Curtis Lance

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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



Steven Curtis Lance







Jan 2, 2015, 2:42 am


The Any if Not Many



I like people and keeping in touch
With readers in the Philippines
At one with anyone pretty much
Who knows what my poetry means
Though few so far away not many

Over the sea under the sky
We share they wonder there the way I
Do the way you may wonder too
And some have come to understand now
Not the many but the any

Some have come to know my poetry
What it means in the Philippines
Or wherever whoever may be
For people who understand how
What it means is everything to me

An any of the anywhere
An arcing spark across the dark goes
Out to someone somewhere who knows
But the any if not many there
And there and there are everywhere

Over the sea under the sky
We share you wonder and so do I



Steven Curtis Lance







Dec 30, 2014, 10:51 am


Becoming Sixty



Enough of fifty-this and fifty-that
Fifty-something is becoming old hat
And I have so outgrown that though OK
I guess for some more or less uncool cat
As for me I am having a birthday

Still curious as ever I will see
Something become me like never before
A nice round something a sum of threescore
Years turning growing learning going on
With the show I know goes on anyway

Years since New Year's Eve 1954
Then betwixt me now becoming sixty



Steven Curtis Lance







Dec 30, 2014, 3:31 am


The Book of Me



on my sixtieth birthday



I look in the book of me and see
How somehow still I will be me
As being I was when I will be
Me then and now simultaneously

Prevented by mortality
From living forever never mind
Until I understand somehow
I look ahead now and then from behind

One to wonder about it now
In his crossword puzzlings to confess
To be who did this poetry
Who does because he was me more or less

Honored to be nominated I
Accept my gift to live and die
Trying my best the rest I forget
Getting on and yet getting on with it

Forgiving forgetting getting it
Falling so far though like a star
Any of many all of us are
Who write to light the night if but a bit

Written down in the book of me
Now and then simultaneously
Is how somehow still I will be
After the fall shining on after all



Steven Curtis Lance







Dec 29, 2014, 1:12 am


Journal



for Jaye Tomas



This beautiful journal reminds me of
One I had when I was young and in love
With everything in general above
All with art as I took my own to heart

When I knew then I was an artist too
How I am now still as ever I do
Has come a gift sent me from far away
A very encouraging way to say:

"Write in this beautiful journal tonight
When after you have lived today then write
It up and down remember nor forget
This is it and it is not over yet"

This beautiful journal reminds me this
Is it and whatever it is it is
Whenever however it needs to be
It is and forever enough for me

And what is is better than what is not
I never forgot that but this is what
How I am now still as ever in love
This beautiful journal reminds me of



Steven Curtis Lance







Dec 25, 2014, 4:25 am


Potatoes to Poetry



Even at sixty my curious body
Converts this potato to energy
Like many before one potato more
A log on the fire that I might aspire
Higher because of my secret (but this
Was but that the butter is cannabis)

But I can tell you and might as well too
Having not always been but being free
Even at sixty my curious mind
Makes me go seek though I take what I find
Then like to share it with you so I do
Converting potatoes to poetry



Steven Curtis Lance







Dec 23, 2014, 6:01 am


December I Remember



for the rest of us



Memory like a recurring curse
Recalls it all and even worse
As it does though it was bad enough
Then and now again where the stuff
Of nightmare is right there in the day
Rehearsing again in reverse
The worst like it always does because
Of how it never goes away
Now making how it is how it was
Though I let go then it did not

December I remember

So I remembered never forgot
Though had thought had I ever got
Ahead of instead of where it was
Behind to find the future then
At last the past might forget me when
Gotten old gone far away from
The hell I knew well when I had come
Here forget what there I could not
Forget but not yet it follows me
Comes from behind me to find me

December I remember

But somehow being now becoming
When January is coming
Until I forget I will forgive
Nor give up yet I who will live
As if to say I remember you
But I still remember me too
Understanding what it is I do
By being is overcoming
The past and when I laugh best and last
Then January is coming

December I remember



Steven Curtis Lance







Dec 21, 2014, 2:30 am


Dogwatch



Elegant Bowser pauses while
Narrowing wiseguy eyes looks how
To look his best when with a smile
Then he bows in with his bow-wow-wow

Though Marisol so ruff-ruff-ruff
Must be just arf-arf-arful tough
"Treat them as meat should you meet them
And eat them" could be what she would say

Bothered by someone or other
Dogs who are sister and brother
Wonder to greet them or eat them
Understanding teamwork either way

Through their complementarity
To be my crack security
Detail nor fail for faithfully
Taking care of me now they vow

To keep the dogwatch doggedly
Making me care more now too somehow



Steven Curtis Lance







Dec 19, 2014, 1:47 am


"Why Not?"



I used to know I knew the answer but
Now I think I know the question what
To wonder if not to understand under
The sky if not to know "why?" to wonder

After the lightning before the thunder
Now I think I know the question when
Under the sky then and wondering again
I understand the answer is "why not?"



Steven Curtis Lance







Dec 17, 2014, 3:45 am


The Hard Way



turning sixty



Had it not been as awful as it was
Had when it was not been quite so sad
Then I might not be as glad now because
Good gets better having been so bad

The wheel of life balancing as it does
Suffering with the buffering of
Hope for something better living by love

Hanging on and hoping for the best
Forever after forgetting the rest
Letting it go even though I know
Never forgetting yet still I will try

Understanding though wondering as
The turning wheel of life is passing by
And under the wheel I understand

Unclenching my heart I open my hand
Learning I am turning too and glad
Now through the bad for the good I have had
How it was then because not again

But as any of many anyhow
Mistaking then as I did for now
When I went down and around and around

Turning and learning and inward bound
Learning how the only way out is in
Returning then to begin again
Better off now than I have ever been

Glad I learned my lesson even though
I had to learn the hard way even so
Good gets better having been so bad

And when the wheel turns then somebody learns
Somebody like me what the hard way earns



Steven Curtis Lance







Dec 16, 2014, 4:22 am


Four-Color Pen



Writing down first lines of a poem done up green
With my four-color pen means I know what I mean
Lighting up a vision of revision drowned in red
Means this now and not that then is what I meant instead

Where I know what I mean somewhere there in between
Green and red again till I do it black and blue
In my small notebook sideways I will fit it all in
When my four-color pen then will do now how I do

There among the Joshua trees where I begin
Harmonizing what arises colorfully
Something new to my eyes that surprises even me
Sitting weather permitting with my four-color pen

Green and red again till I do it black and blue
Squared-away when black and white then shared with love with you



Steven Curtis Lance







Dec 14, 2014, 9:57 pm


Time



The clock around runs down and about
Hands to its face as time runs out
Its artificial reality
Of time kept by machine to be
Symbolic of our mortality

The measure of our days
Between us and always

The cock of the walk of tyranny
The clock tick-tocks insistently
But my heart beats inconsistently
And my head is full of wonder
My soul full of lightning and thunder

I am not a machine
If you know what I mean

I always wondered about it
But lately I have come to doubt it
And believe in time like seasons
Not machines without rhymes but reasons
Those cocky tick-tock martinets

I know what time it is as well as how
To tell it is when I am then is now

No clocks and no regrets
Time passes and forgets



Steven Curtis Lance







Dec 13, 2014, 10:19 pm


The Deity in You and Me



Because of the way I was raised
That a jealous god has to be praised
By constantly repenting of
What they say he hates but what I love

Being sorry for everything
Or worrying like an offering
Is what I did as a kid when
I was a miserable sinner then

When trying to make it work and
Then when it did not to understand
How it was not my fault to be
Human and embrace humanity

Both mine and that of others to
Find the deity in me and you
Not what I did but what we do
We miserable sinners so they say

Though less miserable than they
Winners of our own humanity
I know now so how I am free
Of my past at last free to be me

The deity in you and me is how
I am no longer miserable now



Steven Curtis Lance







Dec 12, 2014, 7:12 pm


Rainbow



The dark is coming
The light becoming
Harder to see

But it is still there
Within everywhere
Here within me

The rainbow explains
The light remains



Steven Curtis Lance







Dec 11, 2014, 5:29 pm


Coming Home



for Bud



I



I looked for me I looked around
And found my way though different
Where I was bound so there I went
Consequently as subsequent
Events unwound were found to be

The tree grew as the twig was bent
But went differently for me
And the difference I went why
I went ahead to live not die
To be instead of not to be

Meaning to be differently
Therefore I went where I was meant
To get lost and yet find my way
To my tomorrow yesterday
Because where bound there was unbound

As round and round I lost but found
Myself today my then by now
Instead of not to be to be
The difference I went is how
The bent of me meant I went free

Getting it now getting to know
What I should do but how I knew
And that would be differently
Getting to know me letting go
Of what was not for me I went

I looked for me I looked around
And found my way though different



II



The twig that was bent almost snapped in two
The only way out of the way into
The only place the answers ever are
Like the lonely questioning of a star

Waiting at this end of a telephone
That leads me to believe I am alone
Waiting for something on the other end
Someone to answer waiting for a friend

But here is the tree and here is the me
I wanted to be here and now you see
What I wanted to do and did for you
It was because of love and love is free

I did not break because I could take it
Then and now I am going to make it



III



Somehow as I see the moon rise
Now I see with different eyes
That know I go on but remain

To see the moon rise here again
From where it went to where it meant
So much to me to my surprise

Though gone at dawn by dark I see
It come back soon from where it went
Because when it does we agree

The moon and I were meant to be
Here that much is clear to me and
I know the moon would understand

The bent of me meant I went where
I meant to go and now I know
How coming home here going free

Finally I belong somewhere
Along the way and I am there

The dark is coming
The light becoming
Harder to see

But it is still there
Within everywhere
Here within me

The rising moon explains
Surprisingly the light remains



Steven Curtis Lance







Dec 9, 2014, 5:39 am


The Transcendental Freedom of the Unsuccessful Suicide



I



The moon surprised me rising tonight
In the lower left-hand corner of
My window from below surprised bright
Orange like a pumpkin right above
The road as it strode across the sky

From orange through yellow left to right
And in an upward trajectory
Brighter and lighter it passed me by
Shining on until gone on from sight
Into its intensity of light

Gone but gone on shining on like me
In the immensity of night



II



The transcendental freedom of
The unsuccessful suicide
Is that by which I rise above
What held me back but I let go

What held me down but now I know
How this is it on with the show
I go on with to play the part
Of me subsequently being

Since I am I might as well be
Part of it all however small
Who I can to see what I see
Part of the sky like stars that fall

To go on a hell of a ride
By this transcendental freeing
Takes all I have gives all I need
To play my part with all my heart

So I rise though to my surprise
Having been freed to be indeed
Open and with hope in my eyes
The meaning between after all

To live and since I live to love
Since I am the one to decide
The transcendental freedom of
The unsuccessful suicide



III



And so the moon comes up again
If not quite like last night
If not spectacular
When it was like a pumpkin then

But it comes up all right
All bright and if not quite all there
Right in my window where
Seeing it rise I realize

I come up like this too
As I am as it were
But when time comes to then I do
With moonrise in my eyes

In the immensity of night
Into my intensity of light



Steven Curtis Lance










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