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Selected Poems of Steven Curtis Lance

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Dec 9, 2013, 4:34 am


Turning Forward



When I pray I say "please no more trouble" for
I have had enough nor need I any more
Then it comes anyway but unlike before
I know what to look forward to when behind
Me is the fear I lost when it cost my mind
Something lost but found that I am forward bound

What was is no more now for then has gone by
How I live on when because I will not die
Till good and ready still then I hold steady
Turning but not turning back learning as I
Turn that forward is the only way I learn
Making the best of it as I take my turn

Turning I learn by trouble now and then
But learning I turn forward then again



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Dec 9, 2013, 3:03 am


Sunset



Sunset haunts yet my eyes want to rise
Seeing myself on the shelf of a cloud
Aloud in the silent sky
As another turn of the wheel goes by
And the sun goes down uptown
And down as back and forth across the dark
It is I who am the spark

I am the sun because I am the one
All I have and all I need to be
Not alone I am with me
Myself and I and in good company
Being who can do this now
Somehow and it will be surprising when
Like Icarus I fall but rise again

To be nothing if not to be
The phoenix has nothing on me



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Dec 7, 2013, 9:46 pm


Atoms Dancing in the Sun



A window cracked by gravity
A sliver of reality
And atoms dancing in the sun
Like all and each and everyone
Though I have heard it better said
Than I today the way I do
I like to say it so instead
And so I say it now to you

I see clearer in the mirror
Of a crack in a window here
Than some ever will though nearer
As they peer through their bars of fear
Hopeful eyes see more openly
By love they live to see to be
The best they can nor mind the rest
Having been hopeless wept depressed

To open and to see hope through
When the only way out is in
As the lonely know to be true
Any of many like me too
When we get in then we begin
To see through ourselves like I do
What we are about inside out
Questioning the answer of doubt

Answering unquestionably
Seeing us being as we are
Having evolved but not too far
To see we need each other to
Be alongside for the ride who
Can see us being me and you
And all and each and everyone
Like atoms dancing in the sun

I like to be and like to see
Us being us seeing us free



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Dec 6, 2013, 9:09 pm


Some Come a Trojan (work in progress...)



Some come a trojan some a worm
But come they did become many
By infesting my registry

Windows viruses made me squirm
With fear that here they were today
But my software scared them away

Squirming worming trojaning on
The worm turns on relentlessly
When the trojan carries it in

Malware turns on maliciously
So maleveolence can begin
But did not get the best of me

I turn with the worm but I learn
And whatever I get I earn
The hard way by software you see

I kill bugs so convincingly
That were many are not any
Und Gott sei Dank now they are gone

IT to a T when trouble is brewing
Not that I know what I am doing



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Dec 6, 2013, 12:04 pm


January



I do not want a session
Of holiday depression
I need no such digression

So this is my confession
Now as hard for me to be
Christmas-y somehow you see

For I would just as soon not
Remember in December
What November just forgot

But January comes when
Succeeding in succession
Then I can forget again

Tonight the night is longer
But when the light is stronger
January comes for me

Though trying to be merry
In a war on me I lose
And a battle I refuse

To be or not to be what
I hope for January



+Steven Curtis Lance



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Dec 4, 2013, 5:24 am


At the Dawning of the Moon



On the third of December in the dark of the moon
I have a feeling things are getting better pretty soon
Though it is cold outside and I am old inside I
Am young as ever better late than never do or die

And yet I can remember when I was older when
I thought I knew the answers but then I forgot again
Now I know I do not know and so why question why
Now that I get it somehow I could let it all go by

But why not question why not when it gets better soon
On the fourth of December at the dawning of the moon



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Dec 1, 2013, 6:16 am


This



All through our lives we wonder more and more
Until we forget what we were wondering for
Understanding more than we did before

Remembering in November or December
How very temporary all of this
And what really mattered was that wonderful kiss
That smiling baby that hopeful maybe

When you wonder long enough you understand then
Remembering when to forget again
Constructively forgiving retroactively

But better that be soon than come too late
Before we wander toward an unwonderful fate
Blundering misunderstand how it goes
That we get it or not now but nobody knows

Existence is so existential but
Better to be than not to be no matter what
So on I go though I may never know

Remembering smiling babies hopeful maybes
That wonderful kiss and how temporary this



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Nov 30, 2013, 11:40 pm


Propinking



Since desire is suffering I do not
Desire anything I have not got
Having everything that a friend might need
Though being a friend in need indeed
So I might as well be if temporarily

Having not got some things but I do
Have what I do have and that will have to
Do like it does like it did because
I will be my friend like I always was
Indeed in need of a friend like me

Having desired having suffered a lot

Of two minds but in one head instead
Taking poverty making poetry
If not a living read and not dead
And "nothing propinks like propinquity"
Like my friend thinks J. Robert Oppenheimer said

Or maybe not for maybe he forgot
More like George Ball quoting after all
Ian Fleming from 1956
Poetics can be like politics
Though still he thought he did so I will too

I am not alone I am with me
Thinking and propinking in our propinquity



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Nov 28, 2013, 12:36 pm


For my Children on Thanksgiving Day



Maria, Stevie, and Teddy



You are far away
All and each somehow
But here we are now
On Thanksgiving Day

You three of me
And I of you
My family
And I love you

Thanks for the living
My heart is not far
Happy Thanksgiving
Wherever we are

Though late in November
I know you remember



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Nov 26, 2013, 11:15 pm


Long Enough



Having lived long enough to be
Disappointed but then longer
Enough not to be I am free
Of that vexing expectation
Of getting my hopes up too high

Getting it giving it away
Forgetting I remember me
Forgiving myself giving way
To living any given day
Strong enough but getting stronger

Living with me myself and I
So that the three of us agree
Having lived long enough to know
Not very much but then longer
Enough to touch upon the why

Not the answer but the question
The why not or the suggestion
What is and was that did and does
Must be and do and just because
Having lived long enough to die

But rise surprising though I fall
Not disappointed after all



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Nov 26, 2013, 6:41 am


Freeing Myself



Seeing through an illusion
Still having enjoyed the delusion
Being poetically
Inclined as I find myself to be

Seeing nothing was wasted
Still having dreamed still having tasted
Being transcendentally
Mindful how now I find myself free

Seeing myself being lonely
Freeing myself from if only



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Nov 25, 2013, 12:10 am


Following my Nose



I follow my nose
An old friend indeed
I go where it goes
And trust it to lead

Aquiline and long
In the memory
Flexible but strong
Featured saliently

It follows my heart
Too shy to decide
I follow my art
That leads me inside

But my nose out there
Showing what it knows
Is what brings me where
Things are I suppose

Right if sometimes wrong
Though a nose can be
I follow along
See what I can see

By following my
Snout out and about
Just wondering why
I might just find out

Going where it goes
Love growing the while
Just above my smile
Following my nose



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Nov 23, 2013, 8:16 pm


Away



for Patricia Lance on November 23rd



Fifteen years today
Since you have been away
Now who have been there
How you are everywhere

I wanted to and tried
Though it was not yet
My time to see you then

But time will come when
I will see you again
On the other side

Though still to my regret
Here I am alone
An orphan when you died

But you have seen and known
Who does not forget
I remember you
Because of who was true

As you are to me
As you are I would be



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Nov 23, 2013, 8:12 am


Serene by Serendipity



Ultimately it turned out how
It should have and I can see that now
Or else I turned until I learned
But I do learn eventually
As it turns out ultimately

Not at the end but finally
What in the end I become to be
More or less penultimately
For it takes me a few turns to learn
Earning the learning makes the turn

Happy happenstance happens when
I dance with a chance now and again
To earn a turn through learning more
Now informed by how I turned before
The learning worth the earning for

As it happens it turns out as me
Serene by serendipity



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Nov 22, 2013, 6:49 am


All Right Tonight



Drizzly in the desert but the dogs are dry
Here in my room with me lying close by
Alongside one another sister brother

Bow-wow-wowser Marisol-ate-it-all
Dusty dogses of the desert in the fall
Fell in with a fellow philosopher

Existing existentially as it were
Three turning out to be good company
Learning as we go to be or not to be

Seeing we are being comfortably
Slow soup steady on the stove to be ready
At midnight when cats wonder what we do

What we do is wonder but understand too
The three of us will be all right tonight



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Nov 21, 2013, 8:23 am


If God



If God is love
We who love are in and of
God not so odd
When understood
According to what they say
And what I see

Good to be understood

And when they say God is good
Then it would be
Good so it would seem to me
If God above
And over all
Were understood as love

And so were we



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Nov 21, 2013, 4:14 am


Fall



for David Ishaya Osu



I. 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



II. home



I lost it all one day
In fall when all was gone
Though I was so went on
Through death to life away

Had to leave home behind
Got it taken from me
Thought I was homeless then
Though home did not agree

Not homeless I guess when
On the edge of it all
Where I am always now
Home is a state of mind

But near homeless somehow
Though here now then again
In fall when I recall
How there it used to be

Cost when I had to go
My lost mind then to find
By going through to know
Now where I went is free

Nowhere though everywhere
Is home so I am there



III. 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



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Nov 20, 2013, 4:54 am


Stars Remember (work in progress...)



You hoped I felt better thanks I think I do
Know I feel better to hear from you

When what was wrong then is no longer because
Of you and how right it always was
How right it will always be like you are now

When I think of love then you are how
There you are who and what where why and why not
Both remember we never forgot

Stars remember who and what why not and why
Like we will always remember too
Like sparks in the dark to ignite the night sky

Igniting inviting from afar
Here we are star remembering star



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Nov 19, 2013, 4:27 am


Home



I lost it all one day
In fall when all was gone
Though I was so went on
Through death to life away

Had to leave home behind
Got it taken from me
Thought I was homeless then
Though home did not agree

Not homeless I guess when
On the edge of it all
Where I am always now
Home is a state of mind

But near homeless somehow
Though here now then again
In fall when I recall
How there it used to be

Cost when I had to go
My lost mind then to find
By going through to know
Now where I went is free

Nowhere though everywhere
Is home so I am there



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Nov 17, 2013, 8:35 pm


I Forget



When Bowser looks me in the eye
I hate to know how he must die
Someday though I trust anyway
When my today is yesterday
Then my bones too will join the dust
To wonder under wanderlust
Above it all then after all
And so we die this dog and I

On with the show and so it goes
Unlucky to the dog who knows
So let him go and never know
A lucky dog to be and free
Come smile some more awhile before
So let him go immortally
When he has no idea yet
So has no time now for regret

To be like me lucky to be
Existing existentially
A dog like me who though I know
The show is almost over go
Off through the page on stage to grow
Go on if temporarily
A lucky dog to be one who
With one regret gets on with it:

I wish like him I never knew
I hate to know so I forget



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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



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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



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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



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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



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