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The most important things are hidden
Fairies are very shy
Unicorns are real if unridden
Not only birds can fly
Magic comes in the dark unbidden
Disbelieving folk are divorced
From natural reality
Their minds are frigid firm and forced
Disdaining what they dare not see
Should seagirls swim to such as these?
I would not have them cast their pearls
Nor model their agilities
Before such swinish unworthies
Who see the sea but not the girls!
If you have never seen a fairy
Never conclude they do not exist
For their hiddenness is the very
Reason they are able to persist
Here where others are bigger than they
They have to be able to fly away
Just because you have never seen one
Does not mean there has never been one
Right under your nose as you sniffed a rose
And that is why they have wings you know
To be able to get up and go
When the wild winds of a rose-sniffer blow
My fairy is my Silke of the Five and Twenty Tears
Forever five and twenty through a thousand thousand years
Something of a freak and bearing the beak
Of an ancient aquiline bird of prey
Hidden hand hidden from a hidden land
Alien in an alien nation
A strange bird indeed in a stranger day
Controversy and a consternation
Picking through the ruins and the refuse
Though I am small and meek I dare to speak
Many would prefer that I go away
An odd little survivor of abuse
A stubborn little problem here to stay
Spinning my end-rhymes here in your end-times
All I would like is to be of some use
I think I wrote six sonnets yesterday
My poetry is considered formal
Rhymed and metrical timed and technical
Quite unusual even abnormal
Diversity in specificity
Works well for me though many disagree
They do not like me or at least not yet
In fact dislike me to puzzling degree
They find me to be disagreeable
Voting my books down on the Internet
Voting their conscience vociferously
Bankrupting me with glee and no regret
Apparently they misunderstand me
I find my future unforeseeable
But understood or not I choose to be
They say the formal does not go down well
Some are not subtle they cannot stand me
I seem to offend quite personally
Their intolerant spontaneity
A worse offense to free verse dense with meaning
Which irritates the normal all to hell
They say poems on poetry do not sell
But you are reading me now (how do you do)
How am I doing now and how about you?
My antique structures could be used as cleaning
Tools that fools like me might serve some purpose yet
That we might clean prosaic clocks lest time forget
Transcendental if you will
I would rather thrill than kill
Giving in or giving out
But not giving up to doubt
Drink no more and never smoke
Live on apples and brown rice
English tea and being nice
Saving all my strength up for
Writing books one two three four
Brokenhearted and flat broke
In the existential joke
Which this life would seem to be
Staving off insanity
In oral and written test
Anal and unwritten jest
Absurdity suits me best
Ride that insane carousel
Up and out the mouth of hell
Isis and Osiris know
Things get pretty grim below
Dark and deep mysterious
Must we be so serious?
Rather fast than rather slow
Laughing last before we go
A solitary hunter on my own
The pursuit of curiosity
Would seem to be the meaning to me
Of life and human activity
Within a world of mysteries unknown
An itch the scratch of which enriches my
Querulous quest as I question why
Things are as they are before I die
My first wife said "you are so curious!"
Why yes ma'am I was and I am because
It makes people like her so furious
And should I never find the answers I
Have gotten in trouble asking questions
And enjoyed stumbling toward suggestions
As to why things might be as they are
A glimpse of truth if only from afar
+Steven "Curious" Lance
Miracles and tragedies
Innocence experience
Life is made of such as these
Pain and pleasure so intense
It is best we never know
Until we survive somehow
Whence we come nor where we go
In the current of the now
All we have yet all we need
As life passes wave on sand
None can grasp by craft nor greed
More than we can understand
Time the river flows indeed
Futile is the outstretched hand
Which would stop the flood and flow
Let us let go let us be
In the stream of destiny
Washed away to be set free
I would have friends and I would be one
Be a blessing to those around me
Would know one in need when I see one
Have others be glad that they found me
And in general be of service
To my fellow human beings here
So many are anxious and nervous
I would soothe suffering and fight fear
And honestly love fellow creatures
As all are both students and teachers
So much to learn and so much to teach
Many tears to dry and many fears
To calm and comfort many to reach
So many people and so few years
Is everyone ultimately alone
As loop and closed circuit joined end to end
And never really understood nor known
To others be they lover child or friend?
Alone with thoughts of God or of the void
Alone yet always seeking company?
To be alone together is the goal
Aloneness doubled but never destroyed
Human beings seem predestined to be
Singly or doubly alone at the soul
The chasm never filled by orgasm
The little death but foretaste of the great
The still point in silence as hours grow late
Calls higher than the mocking of the flesh
That moment of communion in a sea
Of misunderstanding and wounds made fresh
I wonder is there hope for you and me?
Could we undertake to make pilgrimage
Called higher to the still point in an age
Of anger and utter cacophony?
To sleep to dream to wake to doubt
To have a broken or a bricked-up heart
Looking within looking without
To be alone together or apart?
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