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Selected Poems of Steven Curtis Lance

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Mar 28, 2013, 7:42 pm

Cock of the Walk

When a rooster crows
Another one knows
Crowding on the scene
Just what must be done
That he is the one
To cock a do it
Too to doodle do
It to get to it
Get it done one who
Just knows how it goes
How he must crow too

Hearing to be heard
Louder and prouder
Than the other and
Yet to get through it
Prouder if louder
To see and be seen
By who understand
Like you do what I
Mean speaking though by
Not speaking a word
But volumes between

How do you do and
Cockadoodle do
I understand and
I think you do too
How a barnyard row
Sounds like life now to
Me ultimately
Though spoken by squawk
A rooster or two
In token of love
Insisting to be

Talking the talk of
The cock of the walk

+Steven Curtis Lance

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Mar 27, 2013, 5:34 pm

On Saturday Night in Spring

for all my Facebook friends

A tuba is toodling
A rooster cockadoodling
Bearded goats are yelling
And there is just no telling

A trumpet is calling
A singer sings of falling
In love and out no doubt
What the night is all about

A violin rises
Embracing the surprises
And the voice of the dog
Chasing upward through the fog

You might hear anything
On Saturday night in spring
So I write this noodling
While the tuba is toodling

Hoping to make you smile
On a weekday for awhile

+Steven Curtis Lance

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Mar 26, 2013, 7:41 pm

Autumn Spring

for Phil Matogo

I went for sun and fun and found one of them anyway
But where what goes who knows until it comes back round someday

Back and forth before it springs forth down south then up north when
Spring brings back the lost never mind it cost forever but
All I ever had then was now because no matter what
I was told getting old back round when they thought now was then
Forgetting how young now is whatever the old may say
They taught me wrong though I learned right so earned the right to sun
And fun though always had it anyway like anyone

But I remember now and I want spring to come today
Though I had fun I want the sun to smile awhile on me
I went for sun and fun and found the sun still on its way
Eluding me concluding though what goes still comes again
When one who was gone has come like the dawn then what will be
Will be as it was still be and because of what spring does
For love as above so below so we know the meaning

Back round from the back and forth spring going forth and growing
Within us too who know the meaning: love means everything

+Steven Curtis Lance

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Mar 18, 2013, 8:38 pm

The Beard of God

for the Laughing Daffodil

I have the beard of God now
Reflected though if true
By few known from afar
The beautiful uncut hair of graves
As one said once who looked like me
Respected one who knew
Or could have been me somehow

Better late than never to know
Bound whatever round I go
What should destroy me is what saves
Me ultimately to be
How I must be now and then
To be just how I would again
When time is not my enemy

Nothing grows unless it goes
Revolving I resolve
Turning learning to evolve
Unfettered for better or worse
For the wear of care but for the best
Of all having passed the test
Of love one with the universe

And you who understand how
Reflected as we go
I have the beard of God now
Respected one you know
Afar is not too far
Unbearded though you are I see
You look like God to me

+Steven Curtis Lance

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Mar 12, 2013, 12:28 am

For Daffodil for St. Patrick's Day

For St. Patrick's Day she can be Daff O'Dil
She was not last year but this year she will
For all I know from so far away
Though I dream of the Daffodil all day
And night but that is all right with me

The Daffodil blooms in my heart to be
The flower to power my destiny
Through poetry to reality
For St. Patrick's Day or any day you please
The Daffodil blooms in ways like these

Or a day like this in a way like a kiss
For days like these of the Daff O'Dil

+Steven Curtis Lance

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Mar 10, 2013, 6:35 pm

Bowser Marisol and Me

Big dogs who sniff each other's butts
Do not mind that I am nuts
For all they know I might be right
Gently gone to my good night

Though quite out of my mind daresay
Mind they find me kind my way
The kind of cat that they might be
Rightly now how to be me

I trust someone must so I do
Or die and here I am for
The pack to be just one dog more
Three dog nights instead of two

Through crazy days with big dogs who
Sniff each other's butts and my
Own for unknown reasons then when
Here I am in Rome again

When friends know I can ill afford
Anything anymore so
Here then by love now at their word
I will be me but more so

When not at home but when in Rome
We who do the best we can
One who is nuts two who sniff butts
Two big dogs and one small man

Three of us under the dog star
Of an unfamiliar sky
Who wonder having come this far
But know how when in Rome now

Together interspecially
Nice to know us anyway
Alla famiglia as we say
Bowser Marisol and me

+Steven Curtis Lance

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Mar 8, 2013, 2:04 am

A Coupla Curly-Tailed Dogs

for Marisol and Bowser

A coupla curly-tailed dogs being who
They are how they are now the way they do
Who when they hear a goat go even though
They know a goat goes nowhere even so
They go check it out a doubting snout or two
Going where goats go seeing and being

Marisol and Bowser adventuring
Snuffling and seeing shuffling and peeing
Venturing being them doing their thing
Going where goats go though nowhere is where
Goats go not too far through that fence there they are
Next door as before being and seeing

A coupla curly-tailed dogs being who
They are how they are now the way they do

+Steven Curtis Lance

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Mar 7, 2013, 7:50 pm

The Who of We

lines on LSD for the Laughing Daffodil

So here I am flying on acid now
Falling like a star through the sky somehow
Rising surprisingly though even so
But in a good way what on a good day
Like this might be considered a kiss for
One who just wanted to be happy or
Die trying to as flying I will do
My best to be me one free to be who
I am whoever to do whatever
One who would never try could never know
Now or never never mind forever

What did forever ever do for me
But confuse me about reality
Making me lose by refusing to be?
As I now intend to and as I do
How I intend always to be with you
Who are the me of you the you of me
As who when you make me feel like a star
The star you are is us the star we see
Is what it takes and shakes us makes us be
Two for the sky then rising to be free
Nor is it too far for the stars we are

Flying and trying living not dying
The you and me of us the who of we

+Steven Curtis Lance

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Mar 4, 2013, 1:49 am

What Is

I. Winter

When I am furthest gone when deepest hidden
Then is when the manatees are ridden
Dugongs driven through the riven sea by me

When seen the least to feast on fantasy
Mano a mano a manatee or two

When I am almost not when dugongs do
Then to deal with what is real by what is not
To feel what is what I almost forgot

II. Spring

Because what was given what is or to be
Through me will be my what by whatever
Still be all I ever know of forever

Through thick to thin about free of my skin
Seeing me freeing my bones outside from in

More of the stars than so little of me
The stars we are sparks through the dark unbidden
Understood more wonderful for being hidden

III. Summer

So I write nonsense though I sense by the light
Of one written gone flown smitten by night
That what was wrong all along was what was right

What was mad about me glad being who
I was because it was good being with you

Understood gone to wonder on and on
Being who are seeing bright as any star
Though out of sight through light to poetry

IV. Fall

Writing to reality through fantasy
Furthest hidden deepest found from afar
Though out of mind now to find out how we are

Whatever forever never could be
For we are what is in his and hers or his

And his or hers and hers we are what is
What by whatever no matter what and but
For us lonely nothing or only what is not

+Steven Curtis Lance

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Mar 1, 2013, 7:46 pm


I wonder what will moles
Do down there in their holes
Now that things are getting
More and more like spring?

I have been wondering

Were they asleep then all
That time before when fall
Turned to enter winter
Did they enter too?

I wonder as I do

Will they wake now to be
Moles how I used to see
Holes my souvenirs of
Their digging for love?

I dig moles and they
Dig anyway

+Steven Curtis Lance

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Feb 28, 2013, 7:10 am


for Daffodil

The moon rose something like a pumpkin in the sky
I watched it rise and then as it went by
My little window out here up into the clear
From underneath to wonder as I do
About who understands me about you
And how you are tonight now my favorite star

I see you up there rising with the moon
In my heart already and out here soon
Where you always come to me no matter how far
Your love the gift that lifts me up as I
Understand how wonderful it is now you are
And I surprise myself by rising too

+Steven Curtis Lance

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Feb 26, 2013, 1:03 pm

With You

for Daffodil for her birthday

A drink and a smoke
A joint or two or three
A think and a joke

Me and you

When who is you and me
Being us is fun

We are who

When one then is two
Underneath the sky where
You and I are there

Who are why

Wondering about it
Being two at one

You and I

No bout-a-doubt it
Being with you

+Steven Curtis Lance

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Feb 23, 2013, 7:30 pm


er ist und bleibt ein Asinus

A jackass heehawing
Some yahoo yeehawing

What is the difference
But the insouciance
Of one who does not know
He is one even so?

A jackass knows what he
Is but innocently
Heehawing his to be
Or not to be to be

Two each no one's but his
But one knows what he is

+Steven Curtis Lance

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Feb 23, 2013, 4:06 pm


Dogs go nuts till they sniff each other's butts
Determining their wherefores from their whats
No ifs ands or buts about it only
Dogs who like as not like us are lonely

Roosters too have to cockadoodle do
Awhile before they smile and say hello
Louder and prouder determining who
Is us and who is them just so they know

When like you and me then they can agree
Again on wherefore and/or what to be
Their cockadoodling done sniffed one on one
Like you and me in our humanity

+Steven Curtis Lance

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Feb 21, 2013, 6:29 pm

Unlike Without Alike Within

for the Laughing Daffodil

Though I might not look quite like you
To you within my skin I do
To me who see my heart beat where
Yours does because our hearts are there
Beating meeting on common ground
Wherein within our skin is found
The human commonality
Of we two happening to be
Alike in our humanity

As it happens we happen to
Have more in common than we knew
As it happens quite commonly
Being human like me and you
Sharing the air we come around
To go but grow who show we know
Within our skin there even though
Unlike without alike within
We are each other even so

+Steven Curtis Lance

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Feb 19, 2013, 5:57 am

Selfish Shellfish

The selfish seem like shellfish
Though crabs could be unselfish
For all I know down below
Scuttling sideways all their days
Crustily misunderstood

Crabs would do the good they could
Or should anyway I say
They probably do but who
I mean are mean and never
Seem vulnerable ever

Who armored one to a shell
Do no good though they do well

+Steven Curtis Lance

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Feb 15, 2013, 9:46 pm


to say yes to

A whole another level of the devil you may say
Flying pigs plying whirligigs watching us work and play
Cameras in their bellies having swallowed come to stay
Between us and our meaning in their in-betweening way
In light of this and fright of that would I could get away
From nonsense to say no to with its sense of yesterday

It might not quite make sense I guess but I say yes today
To nonsense now another kind how I say anyway
Yes said to nonsense sensibly and be that as it may
Less said as more before as after laughter nonsense when
Read sensibly tends finally to make sense in the way
It does because nonsense to say yes to is what we do

Yes to more and no to less nonsense the recompense for
After the laughter when hereafter then is here before
Now as always somehow something like tomorrow never
Coming overcome by something like nonsense whatever
This is now nonsense is how to make it last forever
When nonsense to say yes to more or less says less is more

But should you choose not get it would refuse forget it then
If you would hurry or should you worry too much and such
Because it does make sense for those who chose to get it in
Wherein you find it there but only if you are in touch
For those who get do not regret nor could you having read
This far and here you are sensibly said and read again

Sense or nonsense making sense or not when in your head
Taking awhile but making you smile then in your heart instead

+Steven Curtis Lance

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Feb 14, 2013, 7:14 pm

Riding the Wheel of Reality

Overcoming undergoing when
Revolving but evolving again
Rotating without waiting and then
Without anticipating being
Now the only way how I can be
Within the rhythm of destiny

By opening my eyes and seeing
Myself freeing the being of me
With nothing to do but be I let
The turning wheel forgive and forget
Remembering to remember to
Let go and ride it as what I do

Being to be seeing myself free
Ironically by holding on
To letting go as dark does for dawn
Forgetting though forgotten not gone
Learning how turning now I return
Riding the wheel of reality

+Steven Curtis Lance

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Feb 12, 2013, 11:39 am

Vita Contemplativa

A contemplative life is easy if you live
Long enough to have the time to look back when
Forgetting is hard for who have to forgive
To live forgetting what you can forgiving the rest

Living well the best revenge laughing last and best
Getting back remembering you get it then
Who forgiving hope to be forgiven too
Or maybe just forgotten as we are and we do

Whatever the meaning whenever we arrive
No one is begotten to be forgotten
Remember the ones who remembered for you
Or me nor forget no one gets out of this alive

A contemplative life though harder than I thought
Living by forgiving is easier than not

+Steven Curtis Lance

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Feb 10, 2013, 2:20 am

Judgement Day

Accountable for every vain and idle word
I uttered at the judgement day or so I heard
I was held so I thought because brought up by fear
My ear could not resist insisting words be clear

Through the glass darkly my ear would hear them sparkly
Mine or anybody's never mind some divine
Mandate it was fate because beyond my fear by
Love I came to be the me you read of today

Though unafraid my words are made just so this way
I do for you and me too to mean what I say
Just so you may know as I try to clarify
Though I say it wrong to write it right anyway

It might take a long time but I write it right then
If not tonight tomorrow when today again

+Steven Curtis Lance

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Feb 8, 2013, 12:24 am

Poetry in Motion

for the Laughing Daffodil

My flickering heartbeat my fleeting breath
Faster when manic slower when depressed
Then in a chest that never was the best
My candle against the darkness of death

The clickety-clack of mortality
The machinery continues of me
Running better than expected after
Breaking down now running on the laughter
Of the Daffodil forth and back and blessed
By love to live only on poetry

As up down in and out this way today
As yesterday the mechanism of
My being continues doing by love
As poetry in motion you might say

+Steven Curtis Lance

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Feb 5, 2013, 5:42 pm

Hot Cross Buns (work in progress...)

come Election Day

Fetishising fetuses and guns
Targeting their cross on your hot cross buns
Never mind the poor the rich want more
With enemies and evil everywhere
Less of laughter more of hereafter
Hereafter never better here before:
Good Republicans love a good scare

(I used to be one so would free one
If I should see one if only I could
Concordia grad and St. John's dad
Done badly then gone mad as well I should
When I remembered what I forgot
But as a Democrat am thought a rat
To be fought against and never for
On a fateful day as the faithful say
Gone badly evil and that is that
Even more evil because not a bore:
Only good Republicans are good)

Your uterus is fair game but not
Unfair as their game is so I say what
To do is not play but pray this way
Before they prey upon us anymore
Fetishising fetuses and guns
Targeting their cross on your hot cross buns:
Vote their buns out come Election Day!

+Steven Curtis Lance

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Feb 4, 2013, 6:20 pm

Being Timelessly

for Daffodil

As round and round we went we found us
Then somehow with now all around us
Transcending whatever had bound us
To the wheel because the love was real
We felt a diamond star a spark
Arcing back and forth across the dark
Transcendentally by which to see
Us find us leave the wheel behind us

Seeing us boundlessly being free
A wheel in the sky to remind us
All days are always today and then
Tomorrow will be today again
This is the way it was yesterday
When as tomorrow it was today
Beyond the wheel being timelessly
When as we have been so we are still

Again then again and so we will
Always somehow be now Daffodil

+Steven Curtis Lance

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Feb 2, 2013, 7:33 pm

All About You

long laugh the Daffodil

Loving who you are as what you do
As I am who do too as I by my
Being and doing and seeing-it-through-ing
Am freeing-with-you-ing myself to be
Loving living free no more no less

As wondering here under the sky
Between then and again how it is now
When your hand understands my hand I see
The meaning to be or why not more than why
As much all about you as all about me
Being and doing me-ing and you-ing
Loving you so much though not knowing how
Loving you as much as me I guess

All about you as about me too
In rhymes oftentimes for no-doubt-about-who-
I-mean between beings doing somehow
And how we are now loving all about you
Loving who you are as what I do

And having found you now who understand
I ask you to please not let go of my hand

+Steven Curtis Lance

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Jan 31, 2013, 7:51 am

The Singer and the Song

Raised to pray one got the habit
Of being a frightened rabbit

Not quite sinning not quite winning
Not quite losing not quite choosing
At the knee of authority
Just how it was to be to pray
All day the way it was for me
Why just because trust and obey
And hope God got it anyway

I never did but I got rid
Of all my questions so I thought
Until God answered me why not
Because God was a question why
Or why not just the same as I
Was then because the God who got
Me remembered when I forgot

We two of us were all along
One as the singer and the song

+Steven Curtis Lance

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