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Selected Poems of 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



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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



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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



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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



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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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Oct 20, 2013, 11:48 pm


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



+Steven Curtis Lance



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Oct 19, 2013, 12:13 am


Bad Dad



Mine was a bad dad
The hitman but the only one I had
And even though I never knew him
Even so I know I never outgrew him

And when he shook me
Off his leg like a pest then it took me
The rest of my life to pay for what
He was or afterlife for what he was not

He killed for money
Shot and got paid and thought it was funny
He had fought two wars and he knew fear
Was the opposite of what is now and here

But I was afraid
In the here and now and my dad somehow
Was there and not there like a story
Of ice-blue-eyed madness horror and glory



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Oct 18, 2013, 3:47 am


(work in progress...)



I think of you a lot and a lot of you too
Hope you remember I love you as I do
Though how could anyone forget at least not yet

I miss you and would like to kiss you again
When should you let me I could be so happy then
Better yet let you go first so after you

As I am in a good way entre nous
The way you always do I know you knew



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Oct 16, 2013, 7:00 pm


The Sounding Sea



I once lived in Long Beach California

It was nice
Where nearby in Huntington my Mom was born there
Once or twice
Where I once had family
A wedding and a bride
So ask a time or two though you would never have to
Ask me thrice
Could I go back to Long Beach California

Out here in the desert now on ice
One remembers and I do
How much it meant
Where my kids do one two three
There where two of three once came to be
Went or were sent
To ever remember never forget
To get back to Long Beach California

That was where
My father was a juvenile delinquent
Where I went
To the university
Eastside he was Westside
Where visits from his absent father were infrequent
But well spent
Like mine back to Long Beach California

And I remember everything especially
The sounding sea sounding like life now to me



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Oct 16, 2013, 11:38 am


Being Simultaneously



Dogs would rather not bother with cats
And cats would rather bother with rats
Or mice for the price more beckoning
Dogs not so much by their reckoning

Here there are both kinds but where two minds
Meet as one when a cat or dog finds
Reflected in the mirrored other
A canine sister feline brother

Finds himself or her then as it were
The same but under different fur
To wonder together in both kinds
Paired in parallel reality

Above all cats and dogs love to be
Ask rats and mice and they would agree
Could all be simultaneously
Be like me who love to be with you

Being simultaneously too
Cats and dogs and rats and mice and me



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Oct 15, 2013, 5:51 pm


Who Knows?



Being me and seeing you
Being one of two at least who
See reality
I am glad to be

Having doubt and finding out
How much I had to doubt about
I am glad to see
Someone else broke free

So here we are on our own
But heading for the great unknown
Ahead not behind
With an open mind

Now that we are not alone
Who knows what we may find?



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Oct 14, 2013, 1:34 am


120mm



for Sherry



I think I like these Mistys Sherry sent me
Thoughtful and who thought of them might have meant me
Like four point seven inches sent from heaven

One hundred twenty millimeters holding
Sway out from my lip way out there at the tip
A spark for the lotus at its unfolding

Or a firefly in the dark nearby as they
In lieu of Kools do their duty anyway
Long enough to make slipping out worth the trip

Many misty mornings any time of day
Mistys for which Sherry was so kind to pay
So pay her some mind because she was so kind

And that they are for girls does not prevent me
I think I like these Mistys Sherry sent me



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Oct 12, 2013, 11:01 am


Irrelephant



The elephant became irrelevant
Through elephantine stupidity
Created a gated idiocracy
Or tea party for hypocrisy
A right-wing coup against democracy

But shame overcame the elephant
Irrelevant elephant: irrelephant



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Oct 12, 2013, 7:43 am


This is It



Things that are not there
Like the voices in my head
Cannot follow where

I am here and now instead

Of where they are not
As no matter what they said
Voices of the dead

You remember I forgot
But I remember this
The only way to be
Free is to be really

I remember this is what
I meant not meant to miss

What was there is not here now
Where here and now is how
But back there left behind
Mindfully so never mind

Rightminded I find
I remember what I know
Now so here I go

This remembered like a kiss

Again now is how
I remember to forget
Here now this is it



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Oct 9, 2013, 10:57 pm


Franziska



Franziska whenever I am down
I remember the gold and the brown
Of you the blue and black of your hair
Down your back around me everywhere

Part of my heart how many years now
Franziska spark in my dark I see
What I wondered but knew you were why
When why not then under eastern sky

Where if there was hope it was you somehow
Because I hoped and now you remember me



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Oct 8, 2013, 7:36 pm


Groceries



for my kids who bought 'em when I got 'em



Nutella sandwiches on sourdough
Bananas for potassium you know
Minestrone no baloney
Vegetarian you see
If not inconveniently

PG Tips come past my lips to bless
Me some last Britishness I guess

Ice cream from the carton rocky road
And it was rocky though somehow it showed
Those in the know who chose to go
The scenic route for fun to boot to be
Contented with their groceries like me



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Oct 8, 2013, 5:55 am


On With the Show



for my daughter and my sons
for they are the ones




I had gotten more depressed
Than I had ever guessed
Guess I had gotten used to
Being somebody who
Had forgotten happiness
Except in retrospect I guess

But there are those who love me
Shining like the stars above me
In my heart tonight
So I know I will be all right
This is how I know
And so on with the show



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Oct 7, 2013, 1:00 am


Dogs



for Maria



When the big dogs and the large dogs come out to play
The little dogs and small dogs then all run away
But they need never fear for now and here we are
Who only want to have a little sun and fun

The little dogs and small dogs run but not too far
For big or small or all of us just want to be
Large or little dogs being in propinquity
The big small large and little who are you and me

The world is big enough for big and small somehow
And small enough for all of us to keep in touch
Large and little everything but never too much
Big and little small and large before we are done

To be the dogs of any size who realize
The sun and fun we prize does not depend on size
Who realize how being is itself the prize
Forevermore as never more than here and now



+Steven Curtis Lance



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Oct 1, 2013, 7:09 pm


Perrisian Songs



from rural Riverside County near Perris California



I. Here I Am



I hear horses neighing
Hear what they are saying
As hello how are you

To animals like me
And so I answer too
Out here in the country

When in Rome what to do
If you wonder weighing
How to know if staying

Do you hear them neighing?
And yes here in my heart
I hear them too I guess

I hear them call as though
They call to me and so
Here I am more or less

At home when in Rome
Then let the country start



II. White Dog Poop



Why oh my is this dog poop white
Somehow? This mystery I see
Before me turned by moonlight or
What need dog poop be white now for?
But this dog poop is white all right

It is as though full moons had bleached
Fantastic feces shipwrecked beached
On sandy strands of fantasy
Shat out by dogs of destiny
In snowy bonfires one two three

White dog poop answers vanity
With questions of my sanity
Though might as well so what the hell
Why not go any color when
Surprising dog stars rise again?

What happens happens out of sight
But under dog star light tonight
With canine curiosity
I wonder if I might see what
White dog poop looks like from the butt?

It is a mystery to me
But this dog poop is white all right



III. Rooster



A rooster is never at rest
Ever boosting himself as best
Would he could crow on Everest

To cock a doodle do

Would crow anywhere he could go
To sow his best for show nor rest
Go do his doodle do beau geste

For him nor me or you

Do his duty to walk the talk
A gawking squawking so-and-so
Who knows he is cock of the walk

So many of him too

And so he is will be and was
He whose shtick is to be a dick
A doodle do who doodle does

Ever boosting himself as best
A rooster is never at rest



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Sep 29, 2013, 10:36 pm


Shutdown



Cockadoodle Cruz got on the news
The Boner got into the booze again
Having the blues and ready to cry
While all of the rest of us wonder why
Money and power conspire to confuse

If these are the best of us today
Let me be the first of the worst to say
We could do better had better do
Something about the fetter of this coup
And its peculiar heartlessness

Though given enough rope somehow suppose
They are hanging themselves now and heaven knows
There never was a there there anyway
For the heart is not a part of it I guess
Nor find the mind or soul in Cruz control

Though reactionaries can be very slow
Evolution continues even so
In the revolution of the open mind
The open heart unafraid to be kind
In you and me we who just want to be free



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Sep 26, 2013, 8:21 pm


Merry Madman



Told he was a sinner on Sunday
He said yes he was so hoped one day
To get some in commit some sin
Sold he asked when could he begin

He felt without but he knew within
How opportunity had never
Come between him and forever
Until a voice said in his head:

"Raised for heaven raise hell now instead"
Said might as well the hell you are in
He said what the hell might as well
"First thing in the morning on Monday"

So he lived and loved until he was dead
But prayed for forgiveness anyway
As he made his mark on society
Though mad so glad because he was me

I was a very glad man
Because a merry madman

I could have been a bad man
But I was not I forgave and forgot
So I was glad though some were not

Had they known how they would have been
Those who know now they should have then

Though I did and so I got rid
Of wondering when to find whenever
What if to mind whatever

Now as a very glad man
Because a merry madman



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