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A Few Tricks Left
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"...so please do not hate / Me for the fool which I can be and bear with me // I have a few tricks left which you might like to see"

Transcendental Sonnet #1389: A Few Tricks Left My readers do not care for one another They each read me for varying reasons Red states versus blue brother against brother Euros and Brits through varying seasons With the only commonality mere me In my maddening multiplicity "How could you write that?" some ask as my white hat Fades to black and some attack as it slips But then after awhile most come to grips With the fact that sometimes I lack the tact Which I would have if only my mother Were here to set me straight: so please do not hate Me for the fool which I can be and bear with me I have a few tricks left which you might like to see +Steven Curtis Lance Copyright MMV

Reviewed by Lyndsey Nelson (Reader)

Reviewed on July 20, 2007

ver nice. Truly something to make you think. Thank you. Truth be True- Lyndsey

Reviewed by Poetess of The Soul Sheila G

Reviewed on May 29, 2005

Steve-- I just have 1 thing to say: YOU CAN ONLY BE -YOU- and your Powerfully STrOng in your emotions.... Time is of the essense- I love your poetry!!! and I'm glad I get it daily *( just about) you share SOoo much of -YOU- Thank you- lately,I can not write... Things come to me in their OWN time or NEED- if feels like. I spoke to my WRiting ANgel Guide, but nothing but, Space. A REASon 4 EVERything--- I can wait, maybe the write Poem is being developed in the far back mysterious places of time and to appear when needed most.... Have a GREAT Day and SLeep WEll my dear STeve- Many HuGs,SheeeOXO...

Reviewed by Regis Auffray

Reviewed on May 28, 2005

I don't see how anyone could hate you, Stevie. Thank you for sharing your sentiments. I am in constant wonder as to how you can write so much. I feel truly blessed to get one "poem" per week. Usually, it comes through a dream deeply in the darkness of night. Love and peace to you, my friend. Regis