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Selected Poems of Steven Curtis Lance

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Nov 16, 2013, 6:14 pm


Back to the Pack



Misty-moisty outside inside high and dry
Here they are now just two dusty dogses who
Getting over wondering under the sky
Fretting over getting cold and wet agree

Betting on bedding down better off inside
Letting down their guard getting in having tried
Come in from the cold for some little old me
Dusty dogses of the desert one and two

Back to the pack back to back with two of three
One who is becoming a dusty dog too

Marisol and Bowser one and two and I
Understand them both and little wonder why
Back to the pack I myself identify
Having been a dog without a pack before

And I who write invite you do what I do
When any of the many who would like to
Come in from the cold should come in then to you
A pack to get back to for you at your door

If you would get back to the pack again when
Misty-moisty out let dusty dogses in



+Steven Curtis Lance



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Nov 15, 2013, 11:25 pm


58 OK



Having gotten through to
58 OK
All along a long way
Me in the making
I have been ages not
So hot I forgot
More often than not thought
I ought to confess
Confiding in you to
Having been a mess

But turning my learning
Now in November
Autumnally taking
Time to remember
Reconstructively what
All in all in fall
Got better after all

The way out was in
To now through never then

Never better than late
OK 58
Becoming 59
OK more or less
No SOS I guess
Coming along fine
But learning by turning

My teeth are not aching
At least not today
My head does not bother
Me but brings other
Things to mind I find now
Brought me through then that
Got through my head as how
Love taught me somehow
My heart is not breaking
But shedding its skin

Now or never when
I live to love again



+Steven Curtis Lance



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Nov 15, 2013, 5:47 pm


In My Bones



My bones feel hollow
Like the bones of birds
Though fortunately
Bearing little weight
So carry me through
What little I do

Little required of
Them but life and love
As I weigh the words
That create my fate
Aright if lightly
My bones carry me

Though what they carry
Is temporary
Life goes as love goes
On who loves me knows
So because someone
Loves me I go on

Love I feel in my
Bones too real to die



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Nov 14, 2013, 9:24 pm


Pass the Potatoes



Face down in the mashed potatoes
The Reverend Doctor ended up
Where he was thrown his deathly throes
Face down next to his upended cup
There when life and death came to blows
Blown away then by his own buffet

For life or death nor hesitate
The Reverend Doctor ate and ate
Being a good man if not great
Broad of beam though narrow he could seem
Nor any why not just why when
He would know then he would tell you so

Just how many angels should dance
On the head of a pin then again
Could not dance himself should the chance
Arise but pies and cakes went right in
And butter cookies by the tin
Gluttony his one if only sin

The wind blows who knows where it goes
But the Reverend Doctor is gone
Except to be face down in those
Potatoes like clouds that pass us by
That do not care that cannot lie
So pass the potatoes life goes on

Face up under clouds I wonder
If he got his pie in the sky



+Steven Curtis Lance



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Nov 13, 2013, 4:14 pm


Until I Am Gone



My left hand is my cigarette hand
When if you could see me you would understand
I have a glass of Merlot in my right
At any respectable time of the night

But both my hands would be happy for
An embrace face to face to grace them once more
Once or twice more for a time before soon
Would be nice to wonder by under the moon

Bon vivant-ing the vaunted haunting
Of time in a place as way out as in space
Seeing what I am though that is daunting
Being that I see what I am is alone

Hanging on and hoping for the best
Determined to meet mortality with grace
On with my show by the love you have shown
Getting through it trying to forget the rest

Whereof seeing love being above
Me in the end out of this test my best friend
Turning out me then learning to feel free
Somehow this way anyway now this is me

Getting on with getting it I guess
Perfecting poetry though I am a mess
Fruits of my failures becoming success
As blessings of endurance under duress

Where the desert stars go on and on
So I guess I will until I am gone



+Steven Curtis Lance



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Nov 12, 2013, 10:30 am


To Be Two by Two



My friends who pair off two by two
Remember me when you do
Though two by two move on
I am one by one and you
By two make one alone again
Forgotten but not gone
Known but unknown then

Not that I miss all the trouble
Of love after all
Two by two to a bubble
Of love before the fall
But should falling be behind me
Could you not remind me?
One by one would like to be loved too

And someday find someone somewhere
To be two by two like you (so there)



+Steven Curtis Lance



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Nov 11, 2013, 4:21 am


Confidante



Trying to understand why
We tell ourselves stories
Expecting gods and glories
Projecting on the sky
Never as forever

Trying to understand what
Makes us tick makes us sick
Like me but in the nick
Of time some get what I got
Better late than never

Trying to understand how
I stick to what I see
Just how it is with me
And a long time coming now
Monkey see monkey do

Trying to understand who
I was I saw you when
I could understand you then
I understood me too
I understand by you



+Steven Curtis Lance



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Nov 10, 2013, 9:26 pm


(work in progress...)



When I went to the university then
The buildings were new like they are again
So that was a long time ago I know
Long enough to be historical though

And some that is now has come down from when
Some remembered then some becoming lost
Like being able to afford the cost
Of it all after all then in the fall

Arid austerity everywhere though
In the spring of life more than anything
Those in the fall should know is time to grow
Be given room to get ready to bloom

One falling who knows I greet those in spring
And if I could I would pay for it all
Though still I would grow with you even so
Given room in fall spring ready to bloom

But when it is all up to us someday
Then spring will do fall in a better way



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Nov 10, 2013, 6:28 pm


Ants!



The ants marched by their millions through
The desert whence I write to you
What were they looking for? They knew

While struggling out there in the yard
Native ants though under siege by
Raiding invaders lived to die
Another day if they had to

If they must fight they hope and trust
Right over might whose cause is just
Fight for the best nor mind the rest

I just watched but got too sad to
Seeing myself in such as these
Subject to such indignities
As those their foes marched four abreast

The fight brought indoors got harder
The Lady from New Yawk fought hard
When they got into the larder

We got them out but then again
Testing our best by their mad quest
A most determined enemy
For Ladies from New Yawk or me

But the Lady knew to give them
Sugar water that makes them blow
Up inside out to outlive them

So we made an uneasy truce
To hope someday what came may go
Perchance fewer ants on the loose
We win till they will come back in

What goes up comes down after all
Now due to suffer like I do
So it goes for those ants in fall

To freeze in winter like me too
Down but I know to come up though
We fought them brought them to their knees
Who else is like that? I know who

Like us their after is before
They know what they are looking for



+Steven Curtis Lance



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Nov 9, 2013, 3:49 am


Smile



It makes me happy
To see
How some like it snappy
Like me

And because of you
I smile
Now doing what I do
Awhile

From over stars and
Under
Coming to understand
Wonder

I would like to be
Someone
For making poetry
More fun

A comedian
Sometimes
Becoming what I can
By rhymes

Then serious when
A kiss
Makes me transcend again
Like this

When on with my show
I go
Who smile then to know you
Smile too



+Steven Curtis Lance



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Nov 8, 2013, 7:10 pm


Hypochondria



Fretting about my getting something from a cigarette
Some sundry horror known or unknown like some I have met
I do not think I have it now though I may get it yet

One uncareful scaring careful one not unaware of
Regretful dangers fretful strangers live or die for love
Persisting to exist insisting who resist to be

Trying to find meaning here within the in-betweening
Of life under the threat of death to wonder about breath
Out and in a doubting heart deciding there not to care

When life is still forgiving I will take my chance living
Giving out before I give in living up and down then
To whatever I thought I was taught to but never knew

Caring not caring nothing scaring baring everything
If also fretting daring getting something like I do
The universe is singing to me yet I get gloomy

Would I could listen I should hear it sing reality
Release myself from fear to just be here at must be now
Sharing the moment with a flaring cigarette somehow

But then again some horrors may remain unknown unmet
When I would get all I could then before the either/or
I do not think I have it now though I may get it yet



+Steven Curtis Lance



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Nov 7, 2013, 1:52 pm


Shine



for my mother



In your heart you were free
When the rest of you was not
However old you got
You were always young to me
Then always now to be
As apart but a part of
The universe for love

As a star to shine tonight
To say you are all right
Then and when I see you shine
To know which star is mine
As not apart but a part
Of me within my heart
To be as the star you are

Shine on and in and through me too
As I remember you



+Steven Curtis Lance



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Nov 6, 2013, 2:27 pm


Time



I am old but how I see
Is through history
Being now and then again

I can see a lot of fear
Old fear around here
Like I can remember when

We were afraid of us before
Of each other then
Who grew now due to grow some more

But this is what we do
Growing as we grew
Second for me first for you

Love displaces fear from here or
Anywhere at all
Sometimes spring comes in the fall

After all this time now
Is still what time it is somehow



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Nov 2, 2013, 7:22 pm


Shoulders



So many cats do not have any shoulders at all
I do though mine are small
But are big enough to cry on if you need to
Friend indeed agreed to

My shoulders have been loyal soldiers borne my arms
For as long as alarms
Have astonished have admonished in the name of love
Herein if not hereof
A world I find strange and have a mind to change
Or two the way I do

Hugging better shrugging fetters of convention
To love and to be loved is my intention

Having cried on the shoulder of a cat maybe two
Had a few on mine too
Shoulders many do not have should any recall
Connecting heart and hand

Cats about slip in and out the trip to stay
Here for a hug someday
Or cry on me before I am gone who understand
Or try to anyway
Cats without or with without a doubt if need be
Or you if you need me

Enough to cry on if you need to
Friend indeed agreed to



+Steven Curtis Lance



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Oct 31, 2013, 11:36 pm


I Mean It



Once twice or thrice I was almost not there
But now all at once I am everywhere
I may not have been then but I insist
On being now seeing how I exist

May not have been so I noticed it but
Now I mean to be like I mean it what
I should have been though I could not have then
Or thought I could not or else I forgot

But I see I remember me again
Now or never here for my whatever
My universe from worse to better when
Better than ever and late than never

Seeking and finding myself I have seen
I am and I mean to mean what I mean



+Steven Curtis Lance



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Oct 30, 2013, 8:30 pm


Tomorrow Insists



Today insists: yesterday resists

Evolution though resisted insisted
How it was then how it may be now
Someday to only know those who resisted
From their fossil record left somehow
Those who fought fate chose not to evolve but wait

When life went on then it got too late

But though we may not be what we may become
Seasoned reason may yet overcome
Logical becoming biological
Life goes on but we who go do too
And someday our children may know what to do

Today resists: tomorrow insists



+Steven Curtis Lance



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Oct 30, 2013, 12:47 am


Slow Soup



I.



Time goes in my slow soup when
Thyme will tell again
By a thymely smell as well
As the flexibility of
The erstwhile brittle
Tending gives but takes a little

Bending thyme will tell
Or maybe this is rosemary

Spent to bend reality
In a timely way
Time goes in but comes out love
For the unwary
The key ingredient that went
In my slow soup then



II.



Reason found within the rhyme
Remembered I forget
Lost my place near out of time
So I know November
The taunt of the haunt and yet
A spirit going free

Forgetting I remember
Like stars before I go

Counting syllables like so
Being freely me but
Seeing poetry is what
Is freeing me to be
Rising to surprise again
In my mother's cardigan



III.



Slow soup on the stove in the offing
If you should hear me in the kitchen coughing
Just know I must go stir as it were
Or is to be something worthier of some
Fancier chef than Lancean me
Slow soup for what was is what is to come

But slow soup is becoming reality
Even now somehow though I know not
A thing about any such thing like many
May not remember much in November
Before the fall or summer a spring
When I could make slow soup as good as any

Recalled in the fall like the why of the what
Of the love I knew with you now I remember



+Steven Curtis Lance



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Oct 30, 2013, 12:13 am


Slow Soup Again



Slow soup on the stove in the offing
If you should hear me in the kitchen coughing
Just know I must go stir as it were
Or is to be something worthier of some
Fancier chef than Lancean me
Slow soup for what was is what is to come

But slow soup is becoming reality
Even now somehow though I know not
A thing about any such thing like many
May not remember much in November
Before the fall or summer a spring
When I could make slow soup as good as any

Recalled in the fall like the why of the what
Of the love I knew with you now I remember



+Steven Curtis Lance



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Oct 29, 2013, 12:51 am


Stars Before I Go



Reason found within the rhyme
Remembered I forget
Lost my place near out of time
So I know November
The taunt of the haunt and yet
A spirit going free

Forgetting I remember
Like stars before I go

Counting syllables like so
Being freely me but
Seeing poetry is what
Is freeing me to be
Rising to surprise again
In my mother's cardigan



+Steven Curtis Lance



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Oct 27, 2013, 6:42 am


Free Lance (work in progress...)



All my life I have been thinking and have been drinking
Trying everything that came around when I was young
Settling on something that never left me overhung

Could I have overdosed on pot I would not be here
But here I am still smoking and I am not joking
Having lived my life for love instead of out of fear

Everyone should hear it I would be a free spirit
This is who I am and how I have to be is free

Quite harmless not quite charmless and I write poetry
Because was always one to be existentially
Given mortality and everything a good thing

Taking what comes I accept it as reality
So far so good and understood how I have to die
Though now I have to live but I have good reason why

So I would write my poetry smoke my pot and be
A freethinker free to think you could remember me



+Steven Curtis Lance



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Oct 27, 2013, 4:20 am


Almost Like Falling



Look how that bird folds its wings to its sides
How boldly it rides
Beholding
High tides of air it took to everywhere

All alone
Almost like falling

When it glides
There like the dawn then of now unfolding
It does things I do
Flying like Superman high as I can

Look up in the sky
I am who

Sibling though unknown
Almost like falling like you I can fly
Because the sky is calling
To me too



+Steven Curtis Lance



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Oct 23, 2013, 9:12 pm


My Reality



I leave my window open so the night can come in
As when I sleep then unbegun unending can begin
So it seems though in the dreams of my reality
As real may be or not for my reality dreams me

Remembering things I had forgotten I forgot
When dreams remembered dream-within-a-dream how they would seem
To be bring things to mind through me once thought left behind
Whatever I passed by when too fast then but never mind

Because what was then or could have been comes in again
Then always turning out now I am learning somehow when
Remembering what I thought I forgot but could not
Now is how at last I remember to forget past then

The morning of the fall I awaken to recall
What came in through my window openminded after all
Through my window my reality to poetry
Dreamed in its in-betweens as what it means for me to be

As when I sleep then unbegun unending can begin
I leave my window open so the night can come in



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Oct 23, 2013, 4:02 am


Hat Down Low



I like to wear my hat down low
When I go out in the sun like so
When out and in my hat goes on
And on then until the sun has gone

Except now and again to let
My face keep pace in case I forget
If only for a little while
I have enough wrinkles in my smile

Having a twinkle though of style
Hat down low like so now here I go



+Steven Curtis Lance



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Oct 22, 2013, 11:23 pm


Three Cheers



for Franziska



Prologue



I leave my window open so the night can come in
And when I go to sleep then the festivities begin
So it seems though in my dreams in my reality
Enough for me as real as it can be and real to me



I. Hat Down Low



I like to wear my hat down low
When I go out in the sun like so
When out and in my hat goes on
And on then until the sun has gone

Except now and again to let
My face keep pace in case I forget
If only for a little while
I have enough wrinkles in my smile

Having a twinkle though of style
Hat down low like so now here I go



II. Unanswered Question Answered



Still to be or not to be
Unanswered question asking now
Being saying may as well
Continue and then what the hell

So the question answers me
Unanswered question answered by
Be when not to is to die
The answer then the question how



III. Five Foot Everything



Franziska makes me look tall
At five foot ten
Being five foot none at all
But then again

Being five foot everything
That makes me sing
As only she can do
She makes me feel tall too

Franziska Brüggerhoff
I am better off with you



Epilogue



And then in the morning when I wake up I recall
What came in through my window openminded after all
And it turns out that my reality is poetry
That in its in-betweens is what it means to be me



+Steven Curtis Lance



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Oct 22, 2013, 7:04 pm


Unanswered Question Answered



And still to be or not to be
Unanswered question asking now
Though being saying may as well
Continue and then what the hell

And so the question answers me
Unanswered question answered by
To be when not to is to die
The answer then the question how



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