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May 13, 2013, 11:14 am


Cockadoodling



for the Laughing Daffodil (long may she)



The cocks cockadoodle whenever they feel
Especially connected to what is real
To them like hens I suppose (who knows really?)

And how they are cockadoodling now! To be
Loudest and proudest I guess cockadoodling
In these peacock-like displays of machismo

Cockadoodle due to be
Cocks who doodle do
Cockadoodle doodle me
Cockadoodle you

At the slightest provocation off they go
Cockadoodle dudes with some bad attitudes
Just to show how they must crow now there they blow

Doing their duty to their doodle do thing
Out-doodle-doing each other or trying
Doodle doing what they know: cockadoodling

Cockadoodle doodle me
Cockadoodle you
Cockadoodle dudes to be
Cocks who doodle do

Especially connected to what is real
The cocks cockadoodle whenever they feel



+Steven Curtis Lance



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May 10, 2013, 9:29 pm


Meowings of a War



So many pocket gophers lying dead on the floor!
One two three this morning for the cats are bringing more

With four cats no waiting and pocket gopher hating
At an all time high one hears the meowings of a war
That something in the spring that involves some suffering
Though not for a cat (a cat makes very sure of that)

Out of their pockets tiny eyes out of their sockets
With fear but here they come to rot so in the grotto

When their minds are made up now and cats are getting fat
What they want is not a lizard nor is it a rat
Looks like now is when somehow the pocket gophers go
Even though out of pocket no small change even so

One two three this morning for the cats are bringing more
So many pocket gophers lying dead on the floor!



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May 10, 2013, 12:28 pm


Some Apes



Some apes have four hands
Though I have just two
So each understands
Knows what it must do

Right now writing this
To sing how I swing
Left blowing a kiss
(Silly little thing)

And I have two feet
Though four-handers none
So beat my retreat
Now that I am done

With a couplet when
The poem ends then



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May 8, 2013, 11:00 pm


The Lazy Cat



for Daffodil



The lazy cat is snoring
His indoor life is boring
He wants to go a-whoring
And be a lion roaring
But he cannot anymore

Curled with indignation for
He wanted to get married
Though unwilling to commit
And lazy then he tarried
So he got the worst of it

And the moment passed away
Lost then to be found no more
When crated up and carried
To the vet to be set free
Of his masculinity

Yesterday and now today
All he does with it is pee
No one knows quite what to say
That was that and this is it
A lonely situation

So he finds his life a bore
And he has issues of trust
His desire but memory
Iron having turned to rust
Fit felinity to fat

He would like to go to war
To satisfy his bloodlust
For the moles within their holes
Laughing at him as they are
In the deep sleep of the just

Could he only find the door
Or within himself to face
Surgically enhanced disgrace
He would give those moles what for
They would hear the lion roar

This is it and that is that
So he answers with a snore
Sleep it is so sleep he must
The only consolation
For a lonely lazy cat

But when he dreams he sees
What might have been:
All the pretty kitties
Then again



+Steven Curtis Lance



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May 8, 2013, 9:33 pm


At Least



At least Don Quixote if not Parsifal
Being Lance if not being Lancelot
All in all the way all in a day
As I remember what madness forgot
At least now I know how love means most of all
Know what love means and what fear does not

And seeing love being the meaning I can say
Without fear that now and here no matter what
At least after all I have known love anyway
As love has known me and shown me how to be

Fear never stopped love from taking its chance
Love is forever of curiosity
And curiously love remembered me
If not being Lancelot being Lance
Tilting at windmills transcending things
Turning out songs about my sufferings

At least Don Quixote if not Parsifal
At least now I know how love means most of all



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May 5, 2013, 10:05 pm


London Derriere



He could play the Londonderry Air
Insightfully right from out his derriere

As he made a trumpet of his rump
Or maybe say a baritone saxophone
Laid it down and made the people jump
With a seeping sound to sweep the world around
Seen now somehow in the sepia tone
Of hindquarters finding their quarters
Having hindsight but the foresight to share

And though I suppose you had to be there
As they say all day his rump would jump to pump
Hindsight insightfully passed between friends
Between his buttocks too and though it offends
My hindsight now then how my mind was blown
By the hindsight of a man who played his own
Because otherwise he was all alone

Quarters the end of hindquarters meant to send
His Londonderry Air from out the other end



+Steven Curtis Lance



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May 5, 2013, 1:19 am


Alice (work in progress...)



second chances



When I was a boy I thought I would
Marry a girl named Alice who should
Have blonde hair and be there for me and
Who would never fail to understand

Someone to be nice to me one who
Was not the way it was yesterday
How we could borrow now tomorrow
When we are the best thing then we do

And if anything means anything
Turning out to be something to sing
Not only being but doing too
Coming and becoming come what may

And I believe in second chances
For all the Steven Curtis Lances
Of this weary world aspiring to
Someone who could be a lot like you

If you believe in second chances too



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May 5, 2013, 12:47 am


Dog and Dogma



for Bud



Marisol lies down under a tree
Gnawing on a bone smiling up at me

Arf-arf-arfully happy to be
The kind of dog to leave dogma behind

God spelled backward in the desert knows
Life goes on now and this is how it goes

Why ask the questions if you already know
The answers as through time and space you go?

Leave dogma behind open your mind
After all and Marisol would agree

Arfully happy and dogma free
The questions the answers ultimately

God spelled backward in the desert knows
Love goes on now and this is how it grows



+Steven Curtis Lance



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May 4, 2013, 7:45 pm


One



Who we are and why
And what we have between
How we live and die
And love is what we mean

Only one race the human one
Journey unending once begun
Itself the destination of
What can only be known as love

And here we are around our yellow star
In a world of blue one me and you
And everyone who ever was because
Now is how it will be as it was

Unending once begun
We are only one



+Steven Curtis Lance



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May 2, 2013, 3:41 am


Forget It



I know how it is now it takes
A lifetime of making mistakes
And though it took from then to now
To earn what I learned this is how
It is now I know how it takes
A lifetime of making mistakes

Let not love remain unspoken
Hearts break but can be unbroken
When the only way to do it
Is the lonely way now through it
Forgiving then living again
Is how to get to now from then

Forgive then when you can forget
What you remember as regret
Forgive yourself too even though
Not your fault even so let go
Nor remember to regret it
Then and when you can: forget it

I know how it is now it takes
A lifetime of making mistakes



+Steven Curtis Lance



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Apr 30, 2013, 2:49 am


Dogs Being Dogs



Marisol has to scratch her butt
Trotting along she has to stop
Trotting to hop it up and drop
It down to the ground drag it round
Must do just what a hound dog does
But knows what now and shows how too

Because she does and just because
Being a hound dog she has found
Dogs being dogs as she is was
How it is now and it must be
Because dogs must be dogs you see
Dogs just being are fine with me

And I understand how the sand
Of the desert floor hits the spot
Being a being understand
Who am I anyway to say
Being the way I am and not
That way say but no matter what

Dogs being dogs I see one and
Marisol has to scratch her butt



+Steven Curtis Lance



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Apr 26, 2013, 12:02 pm


Chuck (work in progress...)



is Chuck



Two Buck Chuck went up to three
Bud said coming from the store
A Trader Joe's paradox
That will be all right with me
I know what I like it for

As still better than the box
Even if I must pay more
As just glad Bud brings it to
Me the way he does as who
Three Buck Chucks the way I do

Two or Three Buck by the case
Chuck is Chuck in any case



+Steven Curtis Lance



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Apr 24, 2013, 11:27 pm


Long Laugh the Daffodil



Her love within my heart
Though we are apart
I cannot help but sing of
The lady I love
So I am singing still

With a fa la la la la
And a ha ha ha
Long laugh the Daffodil

Someone to sing about and so I do
The one no doubt about it she is who
I love above all if beyond me too

And when I sing this way
Though so far away
I cannot help but hope now
She hears me somehow
So I believe she will

With a fa la la la la
And a ha ha ha
Long laugh the Daffodil

I see her rising with the sun and moon
Trace her trajectory across the sky
Then blow her a kiss when she passes by

The Daffodil will be
A Bachelor soon
Of Science or else maybe
Of Arts as it were
So I say good for her

With a fa la la la la
And a ha ha ha
Long laugh the Daffodil

Once married to her studies but now she
Before the moon of June in May they say
Is to become a Bachelor like me



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Apr 23, 2013, 9:07 am


The Thing I Like Best About Spring



for the Laughing Daffodil



Now is the thing I like best about spring
How it swings in and renews everything
Like just when my mind must find something new
Then I trust spring must know just what to do
To light my day its way out of the blue
And I am delighted to say to bring
Me out of the winter night I was in

The butterfly knows no time to die
The rose knows now is the how of why

The how of now the thing of spring I sing
Above all and yet I love everything
About it though sometimes doubt it but when
I get it have no doubt about it then
And so I arrive alive to begin
Now in the somehow within the something
Of spring now as how again and again

To care and not to care to sit still
When to laugh then with the Daffodil

When the weather seems like whether or not
Then spring remembers what winter forgot
Spring is what comes together nor between
Not for the not for the whether I mean
To bring the other in another way
To strengthen the light and lengthen the day
A way out of no way out anyway

Spring is the when of the how I feel
Then in the now of what becomes real

Exiting winter goes out demanding
Entering spring shows in understanding
Winter went out because it was driven
Mad by its sadness gone bad from within
Spring comes in with everything forgiven
Knowing how now then is when to begin
Showing how the only way out is in

How it swings in and renews everything
Now is the thing I like best about spring



+Steven Curtis Lance



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Apr 21, 2013, 7:56 pm


Cats 'n' Dogs



I. Popular with Cats



When I leave the door ajar
To the bathroom there they are
Fattish feline foursome for
A visit while I do my
Duty as the cats file by

Char then Red (or rusty white)
Then one whom to name aright
Requires three names be spoken
I call Big Bug in token
Of his curiosity

Of the foursome Figaro
Then the last to say hello

What is more he shuts the door
As if there were but one of
Four but Figaro to love
Fattest of the fattish four
Fig so big though fond of me

Hello kitties there you go
As you go so I do too
Having visited with you
Popular with cats I guess
When I do my business



II. Bowser on Lance



We work security for poet Steven Curtis Lance
My sister Marisol and me (I am Bowser main dog here)
We dogs complain some of us bitches after all like Marisol
I kid because I love being a big dog after all

But all in all he gives us chickens legs and Marisol begs
As I do too as I admit if only for the hell of it

Though when he gets the hot dogs out then it is hard to sit
But he is good to us and I am glad to take this chance
As main dog here to make it clear he loves us gives us what he can
And Marisol and me though we are dogs love that old man

We protect him from his enemies imagined and real
And chase the cats away from him now to show them how we feel



+Steven Curtis Lance



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Apr 21, 2013, 6:56 pm


Bowser on Lance



We work security for poet Steven Curtis Lance
My sister Marisol and me (I am Bowser main dog here)
We dogs complain some of us bitches after all like Marisol
I kid because I love being a big dog after all

But all in all he gives us chickens legs and Marisol begs
As I do too as I admit if only for the hell of it

Though when he gets the hot dogs out then it is hard to sit
But he is good to us and I am glad to take this chance
As main dog here to make it clear he loves us gives us what he can
And Marisol and me though we are dogs love that old man

We protect him from his enemies imagined and real
And chase the cats away from him now to show them how we feel



+Steven Curtis Lance



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Apr 21, 2013, 1:23 am


Popular with Cats



When I leave the door ajar
To the bathroom there they are
Fattish feline foursome for
A visit while I do my
Duty as the cats file by

Char then Red (or rusty white)
Then one whom to name aright
Requires three names be spoken
I call Big Bug in token
Of his curiosity

Of the foursome Figaro
Then the last to say hello

What is more he shuts the door
As if there were but one of
Four but Figaro to love
Fattest of the fattish four
Fig so big though fond of me

Hello kitties there you go
As you go so I do too
Having visited with you
Popular with cats I guess
When I do my business



+Steven Curtis Lance



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Apr 20, 2013, 3:19 pm


Something to Live For



for the Laughing Daffodil



Once I stood athwart history
Screaming stop unwilling to be
But that got not enough for me
So I serve the masters no more

Having known the disasters of
Their inability to love
And their ability to hate
I have outgrown their cruelty

I think therefore I am therefore
I think I might as well welcome
Now how it comes as I become
Who I was meant to be though late

Then to remember I forgot
What love always remembers who
I am that love is what to do
And was although when I did not

To keep the faith a leap of fate
Thank God for curiosity
Life over death by love made free
Willing to be enough for me

Now I have something to live for
Then somehow I have someone too
To love until I live no more
When I will die in love with you



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Apr 19, 2013, 4:49 am


Paperwhite Narcissus



for the Laughing Daffodil



Only the lonely bones within the skin
Paperwhite narcissus paper thin
Having gotten up somehow getting down
Out in the desert now getting brown

The rising and the falling of the chest
Like empires east and west like the rest
And in the end what does anything mean?
Only the moments lonely between

Here I am now no matter what I do
Where nothing means something without you
But I think about you and there you
Are (what I think I like best about you)

In the presence of absence I find
The Daffodil is laughing in my mind
Never far away though far apart
The Daffodil is blooming in my heart



+Steven Curtis Lance



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Apr 17, 2013, 3:00 pm


Arf-Arf-Arfully Happy to Be



for Daffodil



Arf-arf-arfully happy to be
Dogs of the desert dusty but free
Bow-wow-wowser and Marisol too
Two for one saying hello to you

And when you add me then we are three
For one for sun and fun of it all
Saying hello as the doggies do
With Bow-wow-wowser and Marisol

In the dusty desert far away
One two three of us one of them me
Are existentially come what may
Arf-arf-arfully happy to be



+Steven Curtis Lance



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Apr 15, 2013, 6:43 pm


Poor but Proud



A slip of a boy I hope you enjoy
Who would be big but would not be a pig

At least I never got fat there was that
And so I am not Uncle Jack at last
Having wasted almost away I guess
But doing it my way no matter what
Leaving my baggage back there in the past

Wasting nor wanting not what I forgot

And this is what there is not more but less
My belly like an empty basket now
A begging bowl although my soul is full
But life goes on and so do I somehow
And all of it at last is beautiful

Thinking of what is and not what is not

I want to be and so I think I will
Go on as I have gone am going still
Although the going is improbably
Going my way for now more than likely
I have to go no matter what I do

But when having gone then I will go on

And so I might as well write this for you
Tell you the truth as I see it be it
As best I can embody and free it
Live all I can when I can such as I
Am then by seeing it through till I die

Then to go on when the going is gone

My hair got all white but that was all right
Because I wondered how I could be me
At all anyway yet here I am now
To wonder and get it all right somehow
When afternoon is evening then midnight

Laughing last though in extremity
Poor but proud as loud as I can be



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Apr 15, 2013, 5:42 am


Still Here



another Perris



Being with a certain savoir-faire
Here though barely so being mostly hair
I am me improbably and there
Is the situation of the comedy

Being when now is becoming then

When I am in the middle of nowhere
Then in the riddle of where to go gone where
It is I want to be for me to see
If I could make a go of it should know what
I seem supposed to know would find out but
Not make up my mind about if I would be

Then again as if I had not been

Where you can hear the music if you try
Dogs are barking sparking stars across the sky
Why I remember who I am as much
By being out of as my being in touch
Here where I might as well be anywhere
Being with a certain savoir-faire

Being still when I will be again

Still here until I will remain to be
Such as I am what remains of me
Remembering what I thought I forgot
Here I am now then until when I am not



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Apr 14, 2013, 5:01 am


The Hitman's Son



My father went out in the night and shot
Whoever they told him no matter what
Nothing personal only business
A hitman for hire no more but no less

The only son lonely and far away
Who could feel the blood in the veins the same
Who would grow up to remember someday
Has never forgotten and knows his name

My father went out in the night and was
A lonely hunter if only because
He thought that was the way he ought to be
I am his son but he thought not of me

A son of a gun and I am the one
Gone out in the night now the hitman's son



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Apr 11, 2013, 8:09 am


Reality



The ones by whom the rules are made
Seem to me to be those most afraid
Not boding too well for reason
When in an unreasoning season

Who refuse love to live by fear
Are those who choose to lose around here
Right about now reality
Refusing them quite reasonably

Those who deny it should try it
Nothing to be afraid of and not
A monster only what is what
No matter how many deny it

Let what happens happen to me
Getting it how I happen to be
Come then become me now I see
Reality is OK by me

To be and being to see clear
How to be is now and here



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Apr 9, 2013, 8:04 am


Down in Marble Town



speak beak



The moss grows on the north side of the trees and on these
Marmoreal memorials down in marble town
Standing stones for those who are not standing anymore
Grey granite maybe red like my mother's is instead
But stone and they are all of them together alone
Though whether they are anywhere or not is not known

Cool off in the mausoleum hear the organ play
No hands or hands unseen between the shadows of stone
That heat downstairs that radiates through smoked glass to say
Silence unbroken what is better left unspoken
Forget about it go outside and look at the trees
The moss grows on the north side of the stones and on these

Where big fat blue-black ravens flying in from everywhere
Attending all the funerals dressed up to get down
Speak beak where life is teaching us to care and not to care
Marmoreal memorials down in marble town



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