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Selected Poems of Steven Curtis Lance

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May 23, 2012, 12:34 am


Daffodil



Daffodil
When I am ill
As I am now and
Seem to be somehow
These days I think of you
To get me through

Because you understand
Me then and now
And of my love for you
I think of you who
Get me through and through
Of you who always do

When well or ill
Daffodil



+Steven Curtis Lance



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May 18, 2012, 8:01 pm


Janus Just in Time



Janus looking back in January
At his annus as he might as well
Wonders why it has to be so very
Black and white with heaven or with hell
More like purgatory for the wary
Nor buying what those two have to sell

Looking in the mirror with two faces
Going through it and wondering who
We are seeing then exchanging places
Who we are being which of us two
Is the other coming to replace us
Reflecting each other when we do

Not that we do anything but wonder
Janus looking back in November
Around and round when over then under
Trying to forget we remember
Our dual confusion as illusion
Done once one has begun December

Janus just in time for January
Annus gone anus but come what may
Preaching the con to the temporary
Charlatans looking the other way
Say lay down your money and let us pray
We both forget now to remember

A thing or two for neither to forget:
No heaven yet nor hell but regret



+Steven Curtis Lance



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May 13, 2012, 11:42 pm


Because He Was a Manatee



A manatee got mad at me
Because I smoked his grass
His vanity offended thus he kicked my ass

But gently though because he was a manatee



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May 13, 2012, 10:38 pm


Closer to the Sky



Up on my roof is closer to the sky
So if you would know why I go up there that is why

And from me as Icarus to Daedalus as you
I who go up on my roof to do what I do
Say should you like to do it with me there you may too
Being as you are the very sort of person who

Should you come to see me you could be me for awhile
Where I would be you too when understood we share a smile
There we could be if only for awhile then as we are
Should you like to be alongside me a few bright hours

A roof rat as proof that location has vocation
With wine and cheese for our disease of loneliness we face
Invites you to delights of onlyness here in this place
Open to the sky a situational vacation

The sun to light the golden day the moon the silver night
Not mine and yet it is when after hours then it is ours
For watching all the fireworks or wishing on a star
Up on the roof where in my view there everything looks right

For the first nor second floor could never satisfy
Not like my roof up closer to the sky



+Steven Curtis Lance



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May 7, 2012, 12:28 am


Three Little Songs



I. The Role of My Soul



What is the role of my soul
And what am I saving it for?

I never know anymore
Always had forever before
Never had now until when
All that was left and only then
Was and is and will be now

At anytime for anything
Only taking what I bring
My only lonely offering
For forever here is how
I play now the role of my soul

Anyone up there? I look down and see
My soul play its role only lonely me



II. The Ghost at Grandma's



Back when I was a railbird for my mother at the track
I used to think about that body buried out back
Nor could even all those quarters from the fountains I stole
Mitigate this circumstance then out of my control
At Grandma's house that I was not supposed to talk about

I used to drink about it later wondering who
He was and what he thought about it or what I could do
Then someday in a seance when he said he was fine
And was nineteen but in between he was a friend of mine
Who found himself forever for never finding out

Where we grew up at Grandma's house there juxtaposed somehow
I had to go he had to stay and he is still there now



III. Long Laugh the Daffodil



Five foot four nor more where that came from
Or maybe five foot three for all I know
Sweet and smart and profoundly good

Bringing me being understood
Being good to me

Though I never know when I
Am how long I will be then my
Moment now to be

Still alongside bringing spring
Along before I go

Around and round with everything
Forever and for all I know
Where five foot four nor more came from

When there I go then here you come:
Long laugh the Daffodil



+Steven Curtis Lance



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May 4, 2012, 7:20 pm


The Ghost at Grandma's



Back when I was a railbird for my mother at the track
I used to think about that body buried out back
Nor could even all those quarters from the fountains I stole
Mitigate this circumstance then out of my control
At Grandma's house that I was not supposed to talk about

I used to drink about it later wondering who
He was and what he thought about it or what I could do
Then someday in a seance when he said he was fine
And was nineteen but in between he was a friend of mine
Who found himself forever for never finding out

Where we grew up at Grandma's house there juxtaposed somehow
I had to go he had to stay and he is still there now



+Steven Curtis Lance



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May 3, 2012, 9:11 pm


The Role of My Soul



What is the role of my soul
And what am I saving it for?

I never know anymore
Always had forever before
Never had now until when
All that was left and only then
Was and is and will be now

At anytime for anything
Only taking what I bring
My only lonely offering
For forever here is how
I play now the role of my soul

Anyone up there? I look down and see
My soul play its role only lonely me



+Steven Curtis Lance



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May 3, 2012, 1:03 am


Long Laugh the Daffodil



Five foot four nor more where that came from
Or maybe five foot three for all I know
Sweet and smart and profoundly good

Bringing me being understood
Being good to me

Though I never know when I
Am how long I will be then my
Moment now to be

Still alongside bringing spring
Along before I go

Around and round with everything
Forever and for all I know
Where five foot four nor more came from

When there I go then here you come:
Long laugh the Daffodil



+Steven Curtis Lance



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Apr 30, 2012, 9:41 pm


Better

at spes non fracta



No bad news in the mail
Nor anything to go to jail
For not now or not yet

Invisibility
Would seem to be the policy
Of those who know regret

But I can still see

When having lost the best
First then the worst having cost the rest
Life and death again having met

There between good and well
Where heaven at taps shot craps with hell
And I always lost their bet

No more games for me

Never having been a betting man
Better having been the best I can



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Apr 28, 2012, 6:06 pm


Mere Me



But a bag of bones these days
Heaven knows

You see

But a bag of tricks always
I suppose

And free

Non moriar sed vivam I
Am to live until I die

A tight little package daresay
A man who began

To be

Again not having been
When having been not to be then

At least I fit now anyway
Began to be who can:

Mere me



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Apr 27, 2012, 6:57 pm


Fourteen Lines for Lindsey

a thank you note if not a sonnet

Understanding undemanding
And above all always loving you
Know who I mean now and how it is you
A Page from my own pilgrimage

A part of my heart now too
Belongs to you here if you take it
This is what I have been saving for you
Reality as we make it

Taking these hours and making them ours
With only this moment to spare
You and I knowing then who will be there
Forever and never but here and now

When it is always at everywhere
With you Lindsey who understand me somehow

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Apr 23, 2012, 5:12 pm


Time is Like Water

Time is like water and grows everything
It flows as it goes around in a ring
Giving and taking living and making
A go of it in the flow though we know
That when time comes then we have to let go
To get where we go we know yet without
Knowing what really to hold on about
Knowing we have to let go even so

Getting there finally though finding out
When then is now again and we can see
Us come around right where we ought to be
Where we have got to be now time is how
It goes as it flows around in a ring
Time is like water and grows everything

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Apr 20, 2012, 1:22 am


More

When we are grateful for
What we have we have more
When then is now again
Not after nor before
Now win or lose we win

To let it come then go
Enough now even though
When down we may not see
How up again to be
To get up even so

As one who rides it learns
The wheel returns and turns
Around who found like me
When we are grateful for
What we have we have more

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Apr 18, 2012, 6:19 pm


Becoming Poetry

for Laura
"the astonishingly attractive barista"


I live as simply as possible for
An impossible old thing ready to live more
Or better anyway by quality
Compensating life for my lack of quantity

Entertaining the possibility
Of it all after all in the fall before and
Entertained by my own impossibility
Certain only of my uncertainty

But certainly the better now to understand
You my new friend who spend the afternoon with me
Falling sun at noon calling to the rising moon
When the evening comes then becoming poetry

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Apr 13, 2012, 6:38 pm


Of Love and Screaming on My Birthday

I remember screaming
On my fifty-seventh birthday
In December seeming
Like it did not matter then (but
Did): I hid myself in alcohol
All day and in the morning when what
Came came without warning all
It was was me again as I recall
Nor can I blame what came for being me

(I remember dreaming
Of love coming true someday)

But I remember screaming above
All as emblematic
Satisfyingly dramatic
Daresay anyway today
To say I survived my birthday
Like the fifty-six before
Like a displaced person after the war
Within my members embers of
Survival my arrival
After all alive to live by love
Or by the hope of some

Of love that went of love to come
Of love that was because of love to be
Of love that is now even though
I know not love knows even so (I see)

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Apr 5, 2012, 4:08 am


Guess Yes

Though knowing when I live then die
I may have no way of knowing
When how I wish now I knew then
Maybe knowing anyway I
Guess I might as well be going
On with the show for all I know
To close it though I chose it too
Wondering what and how and why
I might as well guess yes again

Guessing again now even though
I seem to have been here before
Then when the answer has been no
Guess yes hereafter even so
When then may be here now no more
Here now is clearly how to be
The only way to be for me
Or anyone here now to know
The something more someone lives for

Growing and showing no sign of
Stopping dropping all else for love
Maybe like you I am one who
Must take the best just shake the rest
Away like my father shook me
The last and best the past impressed
What it gave and where it took me
By future prospects presently
As tough enough to be and do

Now may be the best time for me
Hanging on hoping for the best
Now half full of half empty then
When time to live then time to die
Like glasses half between again
Know there may be nowhere between
Us here we are now me and you
Not knowing what nor how nor why
Between though who know what we mean

Now knowing here what was not known
When as it is then here we are
Who as it were were not alone
You as me and me as you we
Two in one we who were will be
With us between as what we mean
When you are what and how and why
To me I was and will be then
As now to be and do again

Us where we are is not too far
To see through now here how we are
Tough to be enough to do see
When I am you then you are me
The yes in nowhere there between
For all we know on with the show
May be what we do anyway
And seeing you now here today
Yes maybe you know what I mean

When how I wish now I knew then
I might as well guess yes again

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Apr 1, 2012, 12:40 am


The River

then but now

When telling me to shut up failed to work
My father tried to kill me with his fork
At the table but was not able to
Because my mother was able to do
What a mother does and was impaled instead
Unsuccessful killing his successor

But she recovered what I never did
I would recall it all could not get rid
Of that and the rest he did that we hid
Never mind forgiving so forgetting
Getting on with living though regretting
The aggrieved surviving the aggressor

And I am alive and they are both dead
When the dead live among the living now
The dying are trying to live somehow
Without looking back with enough ahead
To worry about to be sorry when
Trying not to dying but living too

Leaving the dead for the living to be
What I should if I could I would be free
At last from the past for the life of me
My mother and the others left behind
When my father felt like killing again
Who lost it all who could not get away

He was more successful with others then
Brothers I lost before losing my mind
With no tomorrow only yesterday
But after it cost it all to recall
Somehow I win now by losing it all
Yesterday lived down then up for today

When living or dying to anyway
Losing but choosing what to live without
Giving it away then trying to say
That was yesterday and this is today
Such as it is much as it is for anyone
Though what was done would never be undone

Forever yesterday then but now has begun
An ever flowing river growing downstream
To never end wherever it may wend its way
Because it turns out this was all a dream about
The river the giver the stream of the dream
That was yesterday then but now this is today

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Mar 31, 2012, 7:07 pm


Kicking Up the Dust of Destiny

A swirling circle of circumstance
Sans pomp as a happy happenstance
My circumnavigation by chance
Twirling like the Milky Way today

Kicking up the dust of destiny
Wondering about the rest of me
Coming becoming and come what may
Here I am so I might as well be

If by happenstance but happily
Turning when burning then learning and
Yearning but failing to understand
Whatever some call reality

Whatever forever never was
Never mind behind look up to see
Me do what whoever I am does
Whoever I am forever free

Anything can happen I know I
Did as I do without knowing why
So rather than destroy it I will
Enjoy it though filled with wonder still

The rest of me as the best of me
Now when always the best time to be
Now then will be my reality
Kicking up the dust of destiny

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Mar 29, 2012, 9:42 pm


This Springing Thing

I sit in the shade
When I am afraid
Before I begin
But after I win
Then when love has won
I stand in the sun

Living it up and down I die
The lotus unfolds and so do I
And it would be fine if this line of mine
Should spring like spring if it could bring
Us to the presence of the divine
One to the other sing two into spring

I see no reason
Not to this season
After winter when
We always dreamed then
Before we two would be who
Stand in the sun again

So this line of mine and another or two
This springing thing bringing spring singing for you

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Mar 27, 2012, 5:36 pm


Now This Poetry is How

My Grandma believed the music I wrote
Divinely inspired note by note
And in her grave she holds it in her hand

Left there now I understand
With God where God left me or whatever
Starting the end of forever for me

Starting to be now or never
There with Grandma left to be
A sacrifice to poetry

Left without her left to doubt
I always wonder right about
Now when time has taken me

Here where life brought me
All else has forsaken me
But what love taught me

Then around the circle when
Now this poetry is how
I live all I have left I give

Again and again

+Steven Curtis Lance



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Mar 26, 2012, 12:02 am


Reversible Mittens

(work in progress...)

Reversible Mittens the R(money)bot
Though whose rejection on Election Day
Will lose the War on Women in a rout
The War on the Poor the Iran Plan and more
Of their best the rest they seek to steal it for
Their happy ever after of everlasting war
They got what they paid for got what our money bought

By mechanical laughter no thought why not no doubt
No thinking no blinking just shrinking to fit
He takes his turn as if entitled to it
To do as we die as they program him but who
Will doubtless choose something like nothing to say
Without ever finding out too much about
What he never knew or whatever he forgot

Reversible Mittens the R(money)bot
Has got to stay reversible come what may
Edging just away as if entitled to
Shake the Etch-a-Sketch and make a new start someday
Because a bot does what a bot was bought to do
Has got to do when once again he is running then
And we may see he may be running away

They got what they paid for got what our money bought
Reversible Mittens the R(money)bot

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Mar 23, 2012, 7:07 pm


When Lives Overlap

When lives overlap then we pass along
Whatever worked whatever made us strong
Though we were not we thought so never knew
Believing our story through grief to glory
Trying to make some forever come true

Dying to live right and getting it wrong
Forgetting now for never mind ahead
Like getting left behind in kind instead
Making our imaginary friends alone
When our glory is we are the story
Being here to know now and then to be known
Trying to make some whatever come true

But maybe now this will be how we do
Forever or whatever for me and you
Through pleasure and pain to links in the chain
Woven of love over and around again
When lives overlap then we pass along

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Mar 22, 2012, 8:49 pm


Spring in Fall

I miss my wife
I miss my life
I miss it all in fall
And everything in spring

Nothing now to laugh about
Nothing after all
Funny how it all turned out
Dancing on a string

No strings attached I dance for free
And never look behind
Forever looking back at me
There where I lost my mind

And everything in spring
I miss it all in fall

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Mar 21, 2012, 2:06 am


Eden

Man and woman begin again
Once more after war
Finding out about dying then
For a garden or a metaphor
To win or lose who choose at last
Dying to live for
Living by forgiving the past

That the future may be more
Of a present than this
Former child of a latter war
Presents now like a kiss
That will not turn away
Till yesterday becomes today
And then becomes now when

Today becomes tomorrow
Turned all the way from worst to best
But that is then and this
Is now and never mind
The rest that is before behind
When this not there is where we find
Us here now anyway

After the dying for of war
Forgiving before the living for
Whatever was that was then because
Between what will be and what was
What might be and what might have been
For a garden or a metaphor
Us here now is how we win

Between us knowing what we mean
Ending as begun
Through tears to laughter after all
Who entre nous through two to one
Know spring follows fall
Through winter when we enter in
Man and woman begin again

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Mar 14, 2012, 2:14 am


The Opposite of Fear

Hope is found at last
When all else is lost
A present from the past
When love is what it cost

In my future now
When I hope to be
My hope through love somehow
Will bloom then into me

As I still endure
I will persevere
By hope the only cure
My life the death of fear

The opposite of
Fear to hope through love

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