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Recapitulation IV: A Quarterly Review of My Poetry
By +Steven Curtis Lance   
Rated "G" by the Author.
Last edited: Tuesday, January 23, 2007
Posted: Tuesday, January 23, 2007

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Recent Poems, Group Four

Come Night


Some days plod forever

Some trip lightly by

Fast or slow I never

Could understand why

Yet each day wends its way

At just its own pace

Until another day

Arrives in its place


I choose the nights between

Them in any case

The lights by which I see

You know what I mean

You and night and I know

Night is and will always be

A flow not fast nor slow

The best time of day to me


Come night until another day

Arrives next morning: come and play








Nothing hurts quite like hypocrisy

A furtive thing with a fearful sting

False religion fake democracy

An insidious crime sure to bring

Trouble and woe wherever we go


So all we can do is watch and see

We steer well clear of hypocrisy


Being ourselves and letting it show

By being honest by living free

And never being afraid to grow

Just be yourself and I will be me

Let in and out match and let them know:


We have no need of hypocrisy








A long exhausting night

Of nightmares robbed me of my sight


Now I can only see

Those fearful visions forced on me

And hope and trust and pray

That somehow they will fade away

As the day shines on

Until they have gone

Held at bay by the light of day


Back into the dark whence they came

And may no afterimages remain

No echoes whispering my name

But buried be to never rise again






Full Moon Beckoning


for Franziska


Sunlight is normative

The given state of things

Mere luminosity

Moonlight is formative

When longing lifts soft wings

To soar throughout the night

Sheer numinosity

By which the mermaid sings

And fairy dust shines bright


The light of the full moon

Glows like snow on the ground

Midnight is the high noon

Of magic all around

The hooves of unicorns

Can be heard in the wood

While ghost trains sound sad horns

In passing understood

As hidden things are found


When fairies all take flight

To kiss the velvet sky

I know you understand

The full moon their birthright

The days cannot destroy

The everlasting joy

Of those who never die

Franziska take my hand

Come and let us join them you and I






Decision 2006


Come on an escapade with me and we

Could soar beyond these squawking talking heads

Which make their delusions our destiny

Destroy all day then return to soft beds

Of ease in their disease as we stand by

Helpless hopeless disenfranchised asking "Why?"


In this no-man's-land between strange and strange

I still dream of social evolution

Cherish a chance of political change

And hope for a second revolution

This time of the mind by reason by thought

That we might yet redeem what our blood has bought








How then does one begin

In this ellipticality

A game so hard to win

This riddle of reality?


I think it would be best if I be still

And know that God is and that you are too

I knew this once believe now always will

That I am not alone because of you

Riding this riddle: if one can win I know

We two began by winning long ago








a sonnet for hope, faith, and love


Having flown one never forgets to fly

A sun once set can rise as the future

Remembered savored triumph dawn again

The might-have-been as might-be as it were

Though this time higher wiser for the pain

Which once we felt at sunset when the gloom

Closed down on us and wrapped around the room

We will yet rise together you and I


I look within my heart and find you there

As you look within yours and find me too

The hope the dream the might-be answered prayer

Spreads wings at dawn's first light for me and you

Having flown one never forgets to fly

We will yet rise together you and I






8 November 2006


My Grandma died five years ago today

And I have struggled ever since to stay

In this home place with the help of some friends

My hair now less whole cloth and more of lace

Having left to God the means with the ends

And more like Grandma every day I know

Whom I shall see again soon face to face

Here I must wait until my time to go


I picked a bird of paradise for her

While still in bud and now it lifts its wings

Arising in memorial full bloom

In mourning fights and flights which never were

A song something like the night raven sings

Echoes in me as Grandma fills the room






These Improbable Wings


May we all find what we are looking for

And may all our beautiful dreams come true

May lions shut their mouths and may mice roar

But whether mouse or lion God bless you


We only get one chance then get no more

To do the best we can in what we do

So it is suicidal to hold back

From scaling every height we can conceive

And if we share our surplus meets our lack


But for this to work we have to believe

That we might do the impossible now

Or at least the most improbable things

Until we make them possible somehow

By rising on these improbable wings






Never Know Until


Having loved my first have I loved my last?

Sometimes I wonder if my time has passed


But I have to believe no matter what

Although time always passes it has not

Left me behind to end my life alone

Just that the future can never be known


So we will never know until we see

If anyone might love their last with me








I have been surprised and delighted to see

Some people write it must be good to be me

Which makes me wonder if this might just be true


So should I do as I say (and as I do

In my poetry at least) and let my heart

Fly free into life nor hold myself apart

As though I were unworthy of happiness?


I if I can do this then THAT will be success






These November Evenings


A red rose and a red maple leaf dry

In close propinquity on Saturday


These November evenings I wonder why

I ever considered going away

From where red roses and maple leaves fall

Why I even went anywhere at all


I will stay and hold tight to things like these

Dry roses autumn leaves and memories


I always wonder about everything

But these November evenings I know why

I belong here as the St. John's bells ring

And roses and leaves and memories dry






Fragments of the Whole


People seem to want to know the future

Perhaps as an antidote to the past

By bringing some balance as a present

With the solution remaining unsure

Whether that or finding out at the last

Is more or less pleasant or unpleasant


I think if I knew it might drive me mad

To know I had to live through all those scenes

Being prepared they might not be so bad

But without surprise it seems each one means

Less for having been tasted once before


Seeing the past and the present so sad

I am afraid to know very much more

So I just muddle through alongside you

And hope we find what we were looking for

Through the looking glass and down the rabbit hole

All the way feeding on fragments of the whole






A Song to the Dust


I watch the sparkle of Orion's belt

On a long night after a lonely day

And feel what we watchers have always felt

How beautiful it is how far away

I think of chance and the cards I am dealt

I think of love and my heart starts to melt

And should I fold my hand or should I play?


Do I risk it all? Do I dare to trust?


And folding my hands I withdraw to pray

That I become the person I would be

Not the mightiest the richest but just

Who I am growing reaching to be free

To do what I am here for what I must

To be no one at all except for me

And leave a song behind me to the dust






It Was Always You


So here we are finding ourselves alone

After all these years unexpectedly

And yet expected because always known

Since this is how it is with you and me


It had to be like this I always knew

That you and I would be alone at last

For those who tell the future from the past

Could always tell that it was always you






My Fall My Rise


Summer came and went with little fanfare

Surprising autumn slid in smilingly

I hardly noticed summer's fall at all

With autumn's rise around me everywhere


Rose petals and red leaves swirl around me

A rise which seems nothing at all like fall

But more like the arrival of the now

The process of becoming which is dawn


I never got to mourn summer somehow

Was too distracted to see it had gone

It was kind of autumn to come like this

Arriving gently on the morning wind

Summer slipped out while I slept with a kiss

Took its bad but left its good memories

And left me here with autumn by surprise


The passages of life are times like these

My fall inscribed on clouds my rise on air

Those moments when I pause and realize

The wheel of time is turning with a sigh


Winter will come then my seasons will end

I fall to earth to rise again and bear

The light which stretches after as before

Life's passages are written in the sky


When spring comes I will celebrate it there

Who am I to ask for anything more?






Do Not Disturb


I feel so fortunate to be alone

Able to do whatsoever I please

Given some relationships I have known


I choose to avoid cheap dramas like these

Call me a sociopath a recluse

Sign me up again for celibacy

What I see of "love" is a poor excuse

For genuine human intimacy

Which even if achieved will not endure


All that is not for me I choose to be

A lifelong bachelor confirmed and sure

Of one I can depend on which is me


So go ahead kids grapple grope and scream

Just do it somewhere else and let me dream






Sweet Bread


Franziska baked some sweet bread shaped like birds

I wish I were with her in Germany

Since all I have to eat here is my words


I think sweet bread would be better for me

Sometimes my words are hardly sweet at all

And sometimes bitter in the chill of fall


But she is far away along the Rhein

Her sweet bread is probably eaten now

So I am stuck with just these words of mine

With which I have to muddle through somehow


Still there is sweet bread which one need not eat

To savor in spirit across the sea

From along the Rhein right along to me


And feeling how I love her I feel sweet






Respect and Solidarity


None of us has any money but

We share what we have no matter what

Through thick and thin times (more thin than thick)

Our cooperation does the trick

As in our daily lives we elect

To practice our mutual respect

By looking after one another

Friend and sister to friend and brother


None of us has any money though

We have what it takes to make a go

Of living together and living well

At Studio Lance where the old bronze bell

Rings for respect and solidarity


When I come to die: ring that bell for me






The Veil Withdrawn


A shadow passed across the moon one night

A cloud within a cloudless winter sky

And when it passed it left a lesser light

As though when it passed it had not passed by

But left a stain between the moon and me

A strain in what I thought reality

A crack in the mask a rip in the hem

Of the veil which falls between "us" and "them"


A shadow passed across the sun one day

A cloud out of a cloudless summer sky

Which though it seemed to take something away

Left something intimate yet lifted high

Resolved to show forgotten is not gone

A glimpse behind the spacetime veil withdrawn

Evolved I know we grow but never die

Who see dusk simultaneous with dawn






Coming Home


The river is drawn to the sea and falls

Gratefully beneath subaquatic walls

With remembered familiarity

Fulfilled in its ultimate destiny


The wanderer comes home to roam no more

The welcoming mother closes the door

And water and water are one to be

Together again elementally


The river is embraced as with the tears

The blood sweat and life of all the world's years

Consider the river the sea and learn

Who came from the womb to the womb return


I am the river and you are the sea

When I come home I pray you welcome me






Sheltering Shadows


Within sheltering shadows waits the light

Until the time comes to dawn the new day

It nestles there in the heart of the night

Until the time comes to come out and play


Then the sun and the moon change their places

One looking forward the other behind

Yin yang opposite-attracted faces

Without which the sky would be cold and blind


When the sun goes to bed the moon rises

Or so it would seem from here on the ground

That they share a bed is no surprise as

All of their doings are done in the round


Until the time comes to come out and play

It nestles there in the heart of the night

Until the time comes to dawn the new day

Within sheltering shadows waits the light








Cold tea from last night still here by my bed

Last night a very long time ago now

I need to make black coffee for my head

But first must move my curled-up cat somehow


He seems to want to sleep permanently

One never shoos Freddie Noodles away

But if I pet him right he might agree

To take the plunge with me into this day


So I will offer kitty treats instead

And maybe a few aspirins for me

That coffee I spoke of followed by tea

For I have been too long a slugabed


Autumn afternoon at Studio Lance

The sun is not patient nor will it wait

A sunny Sunday finds us sleeping in

As earlier each day the hour grows late


Come cat! Let us leap up to join the dance

And let Sunday festivities begin!


+Steven Curtis Lance




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