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Selected Poems of Steven Curtis Lance

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Dec 22, 2012, 8:48 pm


Unfamiliar



I look unfamiliar when
Face to face with myself on Facebook
Looking back at how I look
Unfamiliar when without this beard
Then before me now again
Knowing who I see is me too though

Minty fresh that day Jon took
What up on my roof downtown looks proof
The familiar can look weird
When it can become no longer so
Can look unfamiliar then
In the time it took this beard to grow

But what you see though is me you know
Now before you then again
Needing new pictures but the strictures
Of the desert having left
Me alone and on my own bereft
Of you to take the pictures

Though in December remember me
Now in the only way how
We know as though it were destiny
The ecstasy of somehow
The best of the rest of you and me
When all we have then is now



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Dec 19, 2012, 8:18 pm


Winter



for Daffodil



Because how I was now seems to me not to be at all
Entering winter here after the fall
Survivor of it all I strive as I arrive today
To remember in December who I am come what may
At this late hour devouring now or never yet to see
What forever never let me whatever that might be

By heart or sheer foolhardiness my tardiness to flout
Engage my curiosity assuage my raging doubt
And try to figure out about how do I figure in
Entering winter from the outside in

So not resisting though insisting having come this far
To not go down without a fight I see how right they are
Who say live for today nor to delay or to begin
Evolving solving from the inside out
The riddle in the middle to make sense of it somehow
By love is how I enter winter now

Another dawn another eschaton has come and gone
And then another one so I go on



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Dec 19, 2012, 6:57 pm


Eschatonic



Another dawn
Another eschaton
Has come and gone
And then another one

So we go on



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Dec 18, 2012, 7:15 pm


Enough



Never mind the NRA
God gave me all I need
To be OK

Never mind the fear and greed
Of the overlords
Nor the inadequacy
Of their little swords

For my specificity
Is and was and will be
Enough for me



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Dec 15, 2012, 10:59 pm


There



"Would there could there should there be
Any hope of love for me?"

I wondered as I blundered along
Riddled by reality
Riddling my own
But now I see where
I am loved and I was wrong:

I was not alone
And you were there

Within the meaning in between
Here I am where you know what I mean



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Dec 15, 2012, 10:35 am


Between the Dark



Bedtime comes for some of us unready
Darkness falls but dark has come already
So in the dark on dark we may not see
Though darkness falls we are still who will be
Tomorrow when the sun comes up again
In spite of ourselves because we are we
The people sorely tried who loved and lost
All then for all when all is what it cost

In losing us for us winning to be
The rest of the best of us finally
Through the certainty of our uncertainty
We will be there in the stillness between
The dark and the dark in the spark where we mean
What for some has become eternity



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Dec 11, 2012, 9:55 pm


Sun Song



Tan my tummy bronze my belly make me one with you O sun
Let December yet remember one who has not yet begun
Coming late but coming when becoming how I come to be

Let me live forgiving now come then O sun and shine on me
Let December yet remember one to get it nor forget
Ember inextinguishable spark my dark beyond regret

As dum spiro spero hopefully I breathe reality
Through my skin into within the universe inside of who
Never thought whatever brought forever now then how it does

Tested by myself self-bested overthinking as I do
When it seemed too simple then outsmarting myself as I was
Hard for me to see reality as it was just because

Warm my heart to be a part of you O sun at one with you
Get me up and shake me from the cold of my complacency
Take me make me one who has begun to be one who is free!



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Dec 9, 2012, 10:35 pm


Ut Animalia: Tails from the Desert



I. Simba or Fathead or Big Bug



Silvertipped Simba with your little black spot of a butt
Whether Simba or Fathead or Big Bug no matter what
Your name your fame precedes you as cool and always in control

A pretty kitty I am glad to know now even though
You were the last to come around you found me even so
A little shy but I know why as kind of a cool cat too

The best for last they say today I find a friend in you
With your permission finally yet better late than never
To share a smoke and a feline joke about that dead mole
You brought in that Marisol took out again (and swallowed whole)

Thank you for including me in your feline whatever



II. Marisol Ate it All



Marisol ate it all so I got more
Dog food for hungry Bowser at the door
Not really hungry but hanging around
Hoping that maybe a bone could be found

Except they are frozen now and must thaw
To be near the chosen how of the raw
Or at least not bony popsicles though
Bowser would give one a go even so

I like to give my best to everyone
Like dusty dogses in the desert sun



III. Simian Sonnet



Living on leaves nuts and berries and grapes
Here I stand at the top of the apes
If at the bottom of humanity
Life having made a monkey of me
Swinging from tree to tree to be
An ape of apian industry

And maybe tomorrow if not today
A champ of a chimp up the hard way
An ape called homo sapiens they say
Maybe a baboon but no buffoon
A gibbon given to philosophy
Wiser tomorrow than I was today

Rotating revolving under sun and moon
Wondering maybe may I be evolving soon



IV. Late Afternoon



Under the sun of the late afternoon
The dogses and I the three of us lie
Or I sit till the going down of it

The sunset and the coming of the night
With stars to wish we were who wish we might
Know now somehow we will all be all right

Becoming us who will be coming soon
To be forever still but never will
Within the rhythm of the sun and moon



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Dec 7, 2012, 7:14 pm


Simba or Fathead or Big Bug



Silvertipped Simba with your little black spot of a butt
Whether Simba or Fathead or Big Bug no matter what
Your name your fame precedes you as cool and always in control

A pretty kitty I am glad to know now even though
You were the last to come around you found me even so
A little shy but I know why as kind of a cool cat too

The best for last they say today I find a friend in you
With your permission finally yet better late than never
To share a smoke and a feline joke about that dead mole
You brought in that Marisol took out again (and swallowed whole)

Thank you for including me in your feline whatever



+Steven Curtis Lance



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Dec 5, 2012, 12:04 pm


Shooting Star



for Daffodil



Moon bifurcated neatly in half
Cold stars over where the dusty dogses laugh
Dancing to keep warm for all I know
Rolling on the ground there putting on a show
And when I think of you from afar
Daffodil I see you then a shooting star

On my own alone my parents dead
My children now the adults instead
Of how love hurts to go I know
Somehow that they love me
Dusty dogses down below
Cold stars up above me

Let love remember me
Let love come December me
Laughing with the Daffodil again
If but from afar
Come December me till then
Like a shooting star



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Dec 5, 2012, 5:55 am


Threanut



When is a peanut not itself but
Something else again? And if so what?
Is a peanut not a peanut then
When it is three? A threanut to me

One step beyond the peanut into
All the complication after two
When a peanut is a threanut now
If by three not two then why but how?

Explanation to frustration you
And I can see anomaly when
In the explication then we see
Double troubling to triple again

In a bag a few not two but three
This kind we find unusual though
Usually eat them even so
Since a threanut is a peanut too



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Dec 4, 2012, 7:54 pm


Photosynthesis



A mermaid on a beach spoke through me to all and each
She told me how she loved to feel the sun on her skin
As it photosynthesized her from without within
Like a flower how her power came from outside in

But I who had missed out by being inside too much
Was inside out with doubt about her much touted touch
Of the sun as one who had not photosynthesized

Not yet then but when I did again I realized
Being understood felt good embracing as it were
One with the sun as one who learned the easy way her
Way the day becomes us comes to be what we become

Photosynthesizing us who know how we come from
Love but the returning now is what we fight about
Photosynthesizing ourselves from the inside out

December comes and we become what we are to be
Who may never see a mermaid but you may see me
Remember one who loved to feel the sun on her skin
And feel the sun like her as it were like me to see

How our power like a flower from without within
The light is not to fight about love only shines free
Photosynthesizing us now from the outside in

As a mermaid on a beach
Spoke through me to all and each



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Dec 2, 2012, 11:40 pm


(work in progress...)



In it together whether or not
We get it through all kinds of weather
Each cork on the sea or each feather
In the hurricane if not in vain



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Dec 1, 2012, 9:41 pm


Simian Sonnet



Living on leaves nuts and berries and grapes
Here I stand at the top of the apes
If at the bottom of humanity
Life having made a monkey of me
Swinging from tree to tree to be
An ape of apian industry

And maybe tomorrow if not today
A champ of a chimp up the hard way
An ape called homo sapiens they say
Maybe a baboon but no buffoon
A gibbon given to philosophy
Wiser tomorrow than I was today

Rotating revolving under sun and moon
Wondering maybe may I be evolving soon



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Dec 1, 2012, 7:15 pm


Now Until Never



Never haircuts ever nor shaving now too
(Easier and pleases her the thing to do
Is to let it go and let it grow entre nous)

Curly how the beard is but why is for you
Daffodil nor will I ever shave again
Now until you want me to never until then



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Dec 1, 2012, 8:29 am


Spoken Like a Kiss



Escaping the ruins of my happy ever
After from the past to the laughter best and last
Having made amends nor to make a mess again
Having once guessed wrong before but guessing again
Now when heart and mind open up to forever
Confessing I know nothing at all after all

Gratified to be then satisfied whatever
Comes as it somehow becomes me now or never
Better late than latter as a mindful matter
Of time to know a moment more to grow for me
Until my day is done when one who knew like you
Will not bereft of me still be left poetry

A part of me as part of you however small
Through destiny essentially the best of me
The essence of my being written down to this
Token of wandering unspokenness under
The sun until done through brokenness to wonder
On the lips of one I love spoken like a kiss



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Nov 29, 2012, 9:43 pm


Shadow Play



In and out of clouds as in a shadow play
The full moon last night as the noon sun today
Two heavenly bodies playing peekaboo
With one to wonder under the moon and sun

But still they will be there whatever they do
Wherever I go till going is gone till
Doing has done being been and all one still
The moon and the sun will shadow me this way

The full moon tonight as the noon sun today
In and out of clouds as in a shadow play



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Nov 27, 2012, 2:18 am


Out the Corner of My Eye



Fire in the sky out the corner of my eye
Bade me know sunset made me get up and go
Out the corner of my eye where the window
Passed along promise spoke opportunity
So got up and went for a smoke break well spent
Cats crowding round and two dogs lying nearby

The sun was red flames where I read the names of
Everyone everywhere as the heirs of love
Everything as ours all for all of us there
In the hands and hearts and minds of you and me
Where our inheritance finds our legacy
What binds us but parts us when we go to war

Having all as all we have by love to share
Learning to share it what it was given for
Out the corner of my eye seeing no more
Nor less than such confession as I confess
Written on the sunset burning in the sky
The light of love out the corner of my eye



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Nov 25, 2012, 9:48 pm


Christmas Come December Me



for Daffodil



On my own alone my parents dead
My children now the adults instead
Of how love hurts to go I know
Somehow that they love me
With dusty dogses down below
Cold stars up above me

Christmas come December me
Let my love remember me
Laughing with the Daffodil again
Christmas come December me till then



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Nov 25, 2012, 12:19 am


Our Day



They say it happens for a reason but
I say what they say may be wrong about
When what hits us then that fits us as what
We had coming they suppose heaven knows

They who are not such to be saying much
About what without a doubt we find out
Too late then how we were supposed to be
The way we are now our day to be free

Watching us doing down here from up there
When the point then not to watch but to do
Is easy to watch hard to do as you
And I we who try must do what we may

They who say could be more in touch and such
Who hardly could be less would be my guess
Uncertain as their certainty as to
Why what happens happens when it has to

Making the best of what reality
Sends I tend to make sense of what I see
As best I can as I happen my way
My moment as a moment of our day

As here as always now as everywhere
Happy to take the opportunity
Happening having things happen to me
As you we who do must do what we may

Forever could never outdo us our day
Whatever the reason whatever they say



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Nov 22, 2012, 3:59 am


Coming As We Are



What is it these conservatives are conserving?
The privileges of the undeserving
Who really do those so religious seek to save?
Themselves from doubt to be brave about the grave

As some become deceived so some come deceivers
The proles play their roles in this farce willingly
Because of the fear that gnaws at these believers
That what they are afraid of is to be free

Born free with a voice to become a slave by choice?
I would live for love nor have fear silence me
Ploughshares into swords to obey the overlords?
Some refuse come not to but I choose to be

Never mind the people forever may they sleep
The sharp end of the steeple shepherds the sheep
But some of us becoming coming as we are
Come each one a someone each become a star



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Nov 17, 2012, 5:59 am


Get It



As diffident as different
The former because of the latter
Antecedent and consequent
Find I mind no more nor does it matter
If some come to disapprove of
The Lancean specificity
How I am now that makes me me

Diffidently differently
Confessing not sin but happiness
Believing in nothing but love
No more nor less than the progress I guess
Of one with less or more to win
A work in progress progressively
Beginning again and again

Some get me because they get it
So some never come to regret it
When some come get me then go free
As I am and as we were meant to be
In freethinking propinquity
To me that we never forget it
Whatever it is we get it

As dissident as diffident
As the lotus unfolds so do we



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Nov 13, 2012, 10:44 pm


Love Dreams Reality



Our fathers projected their fear on the sky
Where it became there the faith of our fathers
Up from the fathers passed down to the others

When it was the why the law to live and die
Projected reflected protected and then
We outsmart ourselves to be afraid again

Outside the paradox box for who bothers
To wonder and get out from under it all
Waits the why not greater than the why was small

Our mothers always knew between say and do
Love has been here all along no mystery
Fear but a nightmare love dreams reality



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Nov 10, 2012, 6:57 pm


Fur nor Feather



for Lushan Turner for long pants the long way



Neither fur nor feather
My specificity
Naked to the weather
In cutoffs as you see
Insecure in nether
Parts southward from the knee
Being unsure whether
To freeze fry laugh or cry

Here alone together
With me myself and I
As each extremity
Reached up and down allow
Hotter colder older
More naked to the sky
Less I guess than bold or
Once bitten and twice shy
If sadder wiser now

Unfolding patiently
More or less in need of
Clothes when I chose for love
To let it all go by
Long pants and everything
I shed my skin of stuff
Took then but what I bring

In the desert colder
If wiser even though
My pants have all been cut
Off last year past so what
Though those pant legs are gone
As castaway I go
These feet keep moving on
Though older even so
At not too old to try

Neither fur nor feather
Nor flesh nor fowl but free
To go to come again
Now at how not whether
To be or not to be
The more for having been
When being is enough
Then at the now of when

As I face the weather
As it embraces me



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Nov 10, 2012, 4:24 am


Rambler American



for Patricia Lance



Rambler American painted powder blue
Shut the door at four in 1959
Riding shotgun not quite knowing what to do

There I was crazy where Mom said we were fine
As a mother does and I suppose she was
Maybe we may be OK the day after

Whatever we asked forever was to be
OK or at least not in pain not the way
We heard about of those who live without love

So maybe we were already anyway
For all she knew as we grew up together
Tomorrow never comes though we do what we can

But hearing the nervousness in her laughter
I thought it must be hard to be a mother
Because it was to be a son I would say

When I understood then we had each other
Always did as always will and still today
Doing what I can tomorrow an old man

I think of her how we were now in that car
Rambler American eye for the weather
Rambler American having come this far



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