As I am known to do I was standing by the gate chatting with a neighbor when we noticed the car slow down then go down the block and turn around. Both of us wondered what the driver might be doing till it pulled in front of us and stopped. A fairly attractive woman got out with a broad smile on her face and walked towards us. There was a distant familiarity to her but I didn't instantly recognize her.
When my mind allowed the data from its rolladex to rise to the surface I felt a sudden rush of pain and animosity. Even the seemly forever time since September, 1981 had not erased the ugliness she brought into my life which had racked me with pain and frustration with her uncaring ways. This, a woman I had loved, but who had driven me to the point of nearly hating, was smiling at me as if I was a long lost friend she had been missing. With the same falsey presented poise and grace she purred, "Spencer you look well. I have missed you. I hear about you often but never see you out so I have been passing by here in hopes of catching you outside."
Upon introduction to the fellow I was chatting with she purred a greeting and turned back to face me. Like a private in the army at attention for a first uniform inspection she seemed to be posing for approval. In just the brief moments of her presence a long forgotten ailment she brought on was quickly taking over me. I had nearly forgotten the fullness and nearly breathless panic like attacks which she made the order of the day. I could depend on her to do something uncaring,inconsiderate, something totally selfish with no regard for me or her son. In a split second an entire reel of tape from her era rushed before me and I felt overwhelmed.
Though it finally came out I found it difficult to ask how and what she was doing in an attempt to be civil but to my chagrin after all these years she still controlled the worst in me. Her steps toward me as if to embrace a greeting were met with an automatic step back in retreat from her. Her plastered smile never changed and I could see the quizzical look in her eyes. Not one which questioned why I stepped back but from experiece I new it was her personal challenge which told her if she continued her process "he" would eventually fall to her desires. I was that lonely failure of hers who saw through the thin veil of deceit. The lone one who allowed her enough rope to hang herself and forced her to see inside herself. The lone one who pointed out her lifestyle which was abusive to her child. A child she refused
to allow to be in the way of her excessive partying, drinking and drug abuse.
We stared in each others eyes briefly though her recoil let me know it seemed an eternity to her. After a few words chatting as if we were old neigbors instead of lovers she bid me fairwell and drove off. I stood there watching her drive down the street attempting to force all that venom back into its hiding place where it had been for 26 years.
My buddy made some remark about how sweet a woman she seemed.
Damn, if he only knew. That was Joyce.
Friday, August 31, 2007
Thursday, August 30, 2007
Come, Sit with Me
Come sit with me a spell
share the sunlight in the dark.
Look up at the moons glow
sitting here at noon in the park.
Look, the ducks asking us
what country from whence we come.
Why we don't paddle the water
seeking a morsel crumb.
Oh, mighty oak tree speak
to us of lovers before we came.
Tell us tales how we touch
making sensual bliss the same.
See, look at the fish jump
might they speak to us too?
Like the big breasted robin
strutting round me and you.
Come, sit with me awhile
let the natural order of things
massage your lonely thoughts
making new bells to ring.
Can you hear the wind whisper
the waves lapping along the shore.
Humming tunes from the heart
opening wider ecstasy's door.
Can you see all the treats
we often allow to drift by.
While looking for other treats
the best is before our eye.
Come share the essence
the flavor of nature's soul.
Let imagination flourish
thoughts to be quite bold.
Come, sit with me awhile
linger in a comforted mind set.
You are certain to be soothed
while sitting with me, I bet.
Del Cano 2007 August
share the sunlight in the dark.
Look up at the moons glow
sitting here at noon in the park.
Look, the ducks asking us
what country from whence we come.
Why we don't paddle the water
seeking a morsel crumb.
Oh, mighty oak tree speak
to us of lovers before we came.
Tell us tales how we touch
making sensual bliss the same.
See, look at the fish jump
might they speak to us too?
Like the big breasted robin
strutting round me and you.
Come, sit with me awhile
let the natural order of things
massage your lonely thoughts
making new bells to ring.
Can you hear the wind whisper
the waves lapping along the shore.
Humming tunes from the heart
opening wider ecstasy's door.
Can you see all the treats
we often allow to drift by.
While looking for other treats
the best is before our eye.
Come share the essence
the flavor of nature's soul.
Let imagination flourish
thoughts to be quite bold.
Come, sit with me awhile
linger in a comforted mind set.
You are certain to be soothed
while sitting with me, I bet.
Del Cano 2007 August
Sunday, August 26, 2007
Stories Need To Be Told
They asked how it was
I came to express those times.
I simply lived them then
now made them into rhyme.
Some say they are poetic
others think them but prose.
Me? I don't know nor care
part of me I refuse to close.
You see, I spent too many years
living to please those who I couldn't.
Many wanted more than I could give
to others I just wouldn't.
I have stories needing to be told
tales which help make me who I am.
After years and years of mockery
some treat the facts like Spam.
From when I was first able to feel
my skin curled and itched.
Something was always amiss
emotions rose to a fever pitch.
I've got to tell it. It has to come out
Much of what I was taught were lies.
Facing the realities was rough
often bringing tears to my eyes.
I rebelled and fought back
did every positive thing I could.
Jumped through all the hoops
least the ones I thought I should.
My rebellion made me stronger
opened my eyes to the darkness there.
I found people to be a mixed bag
some painful others tried to be fair.
The stage was already set for me
I stood right in the center of it.
Voice raised and arms up high
my rebellion wouldn't quit.
When they clapped and clapped
I refused to leave the mark
They yelled and yelled more
till it sounded like a bark.
No, I would not give in
kept on with the show
Had to make sure my pain
was there for all to know.
Never will forget a question
it haunts me still today.
"What is it you want from us"
are the words I hear them say.
Like a rag doll hanging
the words wilt in my soul
Is it so hard for them to see
I don't think I'm being bold.
I want the same as you
no more yet, no less.
Just treat me with respect
you know equality is the best.
Del Cano 2007 August
I came to express those times.
I simply lived them then
now made them into rhyme.
Some say they are poetic
others think them but prose.
Me? I don't know nor care
part of me I refuse to close.
You see, I spent too many years
living to please those who I couldn't.
Many wanted more than I could give
to others I just wouldn't.
I have stories needing to be told
tales which help make me who I am.
After years and years of mockery
some treat the facts like Spam.
From when I was first able to feel
my skin curled and itched.
Something was always amiss
emotions rose to a fever pitch.
I've got to tell it. It has to come out
Much of what I was taught were lies.
Facing the realities was rough
often bringing tears to my eyes.
I rebelled and fought back
did every positive thing I could.
Jumped through all the hoops
least the ones I thought I should.
My rebellion made me stronger
opened my eyes to the darkness there.
I found people to be a mixed bag
some painful others tried to be fair.
The stage was already set for me
I stood right in the center of it.
Voice raised and arms up high
my rebellion wouldn't quit.
When they clapped and clapped
I refused to leave the mark
They yelled and yelled more
till it sounded like a bark.
No, I would not give in
kept on with the show
Had to make sure my pain
was there for all to know.
Never will forget a question
it haunts me still today.
"What is it you want from us"
are the words I hear them say.
Like a rag doll hanging
the words wilt in my soul
Is it so hard for them to see
I don't think I'm being bold.
I want the same as you
no more yet, no less.
Just treat me with respect
you know equality is the best.
Del Cano 2007 August
Friday, August 17, 2007
Sweet Moments In the Blind
She burst into a lovely smile
the moment our eyes met.
Pushing carts down the ailse
tryng to recall what I was to get.
She made sure she followed me
up and down every stocked space.
All the time with a pleasant grin
lighting up her entire face.
Soft comments about the stock
choices needing to be made.
Didn't leave my side even once
close by me is where she stayed.
Perhaps in her late fifties
still most pleasing to the eye.
Comfortably attractive and neat
she merited a pleasing sigh.
There was no doubt the interest
in that she easily let it be known.
My refusal to falsely lead her
is a result of how I have grown.
After checking out I fiddled
wasting time as she loitered for me.
On the parking lot she purred a smile
as if she were begging for a spree.
I bid her a good day as I walked by
hesitating to engage her lust.
As appetizing as she might have been
I am counted on with full trust.
Noticed she slowly followed me
as I walked across the lot.
She stopped with that sunlight smile
saying, I have only a freindly plot.
I did stop and chat with her
but letting her know I was taken.
Her poise changed not one bit
though I could tell she was shaken.
Walking off bidding her a good day
I wondered if she had a note in mind.
Our sharing grocery shopping
was just sweet moments in the blind.
Del Cano 2007 August
the moment our eyes met.
Pushing carts down the ailse
tryng to recall what I was to get.
She made sure she followed me
up and down every stocked space.
All the time with a pleasant grin
lighting up her entire face.
Soft comments about the stock
choices needing to be made.
Didn't leave my side even once
close by me is where she stayed.
Perhaps in her late fifties
still most pleasing to the eye.
Comfortably attractive and neat
she merited a pleasing sigh.
There was no doubt the interest
in that she easily let it be known.
My refusal to falsely lead her
is a result of how I have grown.
After checking out I fiddled
wasting time as she loitered for me.
On the parking lot she purred a smile
as if she were begging for a spree.
I bid her a good day as I walked by
hesitating to engage her lust.
As appetizing as she might have been
I am counted on with full trust.
Noticed she slowly followed me
as I walked across the lot.
She stopped with that sunlight smile
saying, I have only a freindly plot.
I did stop and chat with her
but letting her know I was taken.
Her poise changed not one bit
though I could tell she was shaken.
Walking off bidding her a good day
I wondered if she had a note in mind.
Our sharing grocery shopping
was just sweet moments in the blind.
Del Cano 2007 August
Call Me Poet
Call me crazy if you wish
I simply call me a poet.
Seeing words in pictures
write them 'fore you know it.
See lost lovers cross the sea
riding high on the mist of lust.
Tell ya 'bout the days we did it
sitting on the back of the bus.
Yeah, call me crazy if you want
my give a damn went and got broke.
Betcha I aint worried like you are
carrying all that trash like a yoke.
I can see a four leaf clover
growing in the cracks of the street.
While you admiring my roses
done got me a sunflower to eat.
Us poets can see what you miss
we have visions beyond your eye.
Our hearing is super deep
thru storms hear a baby cry.
Often I speak with the breeze
or juggle with the stars above.
When so many are struggling
I'm here making passionate love.
I meet eye to eye easily
often have a quick tryst with a fan.
But when things fail to go right
change images with a wave of my hand.
If I need the world to change
just order up the sun at midnight.
Make the moon shine midday
align the stars just right.
Go ahead, call me crazy
but you still here reading each word
and some of the stuff I write
is beyond so much you ever heard.
Baby, I'm a poet who knows it
don't get tangled up in daily crap.
When too many spears are pointing
I get saved and renewed with a nap.
I love as strong as you can imagine
when the boat capsizes I walk on the sea.
When the road rage yo yo is loose
gotta look to the sky to find me.
I hug you with my soul
wrap lines of love round your heart.
When all else fails to move you
I go all the way back to the start.
Aint no crime in my game
as honest as a three dollar bill.
Smiling broadly with each query
'fore my words let out a shrill.
Believe me I am real and fit
creative to the hilt and know it.
Call me crazy if you wish
just please call me poet.
Del Cano 2007 August
I simply call me a poet.
Seeing words in pictures
write them 'fore you know it.
See lost lovers cross the sea
riding high on the mist of lust.
Tell ya 'bout the days we did it
sitting on the back of the bus.
Yeah, call me crazy if you want
my give a damn went and got broke.
Betcha I aint worried like you are
carrying all that trash like a yoke.
I can see a four leaf clover
growing in the cracks of the street.
While you admiring my roses
done got me a sunflower to eat.
Us poets can see what you miss
we have visions beyond your eye.
Our hearing is super deep
thru storms hear a baby cry.
Often I speak with the breeze
or juggle with the stars above.
When so many are struggling
I'm here making passionate love.
I meet eye to eye easily
often have a quick tryst with a fan.
But when things fail to go right
change images with a wave of my hand.
If I need the world to change
just order up the sun at midnight.
Make the moon shine midday
align the stars just right.
Go ahead, call me crazy
but you still here reading each word
and some of the stuff I write
is beyond so much you ever heard.
Baby, I'm a poet who knows it
don't get tangled up in daily crap.
When too many spears are pointing
I get saved and renewed with a nap.
I love as strong as you can imagine
when the boat capsizes I walk on the sea.
When the road rage yo yo is loose
gotta look to the sky to find me.
I hug you with my soul
wrap lines of love round your heart.
When all else fails to move you
I go all the way back to the start.
Aint no crime in my game
as honest as a three dollar bill.
Smiling broadly with each query
'fore my words let out a shrill.
Believe me I am real and fit
creative to the hilt and know it.
Call me crazy if you wish
just please call me poet.
Del Cano 2007 August
Instant Entanglement
Sweat pouring from the heat
not only produced by the sun.
Eyes fixed on each other
in this instant moment's run.
Strangers in the cross walk
wonderment dangling between.
These seconds wildly alive
passion rarely ever seen.
What's behind that smile
a lasting image shared.
Her tongue licking her lips
lust leaving nothing to spare.
As we passed in the cross walk
Eyes sneaked a twinkles glow.
Gone, the instant entanglement
the affair we'll never know.
Del Cano 2007 August
not only produced by the sun.
Eyes fixed on each other
in this instant moment's run.
Strangers in the cross walk
wonderment dangling between.
These seconds wildly alive
passion rarely ever seen.
What's behind that smile
a lasting image shared.
Her tongue licking her lips
lust leaving nothing to spare.
As we passed in the cross walk
Eyes sneaked a twinkles glow.
Gone, the instant entanglement
the affair we'll never know.
Del Cano 2007 August
Monday, August 13, 2007
Her Speaking Eyes
Her encompassing eyes spoke
her cheeks called to be kissed.
Those smiling pouty lips
keeps me desiring like this.
As if to say you must love me
you must lust for these thighs.
And while visiting euphoria
you can't misread my eyes.
Here, watch my stunning walk
makes you conjure passion's fruit
and when seeing my hips roll
your desire rushes down the chute.
You can't help but love me
I am the every woman you need
keeping you fulfilled to the hilt
ever since I planted that seed.
Yes, those eyes spoke volumes
told me how much she's in control.
Opening the petals to the garden
where love always unfolds.
Del Cano 2007 August
her cheeks called to be kissed.
Those smiling pouty lips
keeps me desiring like this.
As if to say you must love me
you must lust for these thighs.
And while visiting euphoria
you can't misread my eyes.
Here, watch my stunning walk
makes you conjure passion's fruit
and when seeing my hips roll
your desire rushes down the chute.
You can't help but love me
I am the every woman you need
keeping you fulfilled to the hilt
ever since I planted that seed.
Yes, those eyes spoke volumes
told me how much she's in control.
Opening the petals to the garden
where love always unfolds.
Del Cano 2007 August
Sunday, August 05, 2007
Love Can Survive
Standing in the yard watching
her walk toward the house
still stirs passions flame
just like some torrid rouse.
She, sweating from the heat
steps are deliberate and slow.
I'm yearning to caress her
as if I were kneading dough.
Matters not what she feels
her condition might be
she remains the epitome of lust
can count on her to stir in me.
Bath water ready and bubbly
lounging gown hanging on the door.
Can't wait for her to finish
while I pace cross the floor.
Small talk about the day
dinner ready and waiting.
She's trying to wind down
I'm hyped and salivating.
Nobody can tell me about love
how it always just grows old.
Not mine, my dear folks
still alive and just as bold.
One thing I know for sure
you've got to court your love
Never, never take her forgranted
she's to always speak kindly of.
Listen to what she says
and I don't mean in a tepid way.
Make sure you hear her for real
understand what she has to say.
Love can be so much easier
when life is shared like an open book.
Not wallowing in fear or doubt
let it out from every cranny and nook.
Taking on a lover is not getting a slave
get your butt up and get her a drink.
Sometimes you can even be the cook
or some other things you might think.
Let her know how important she is
and get rid of every trivial gripe.
All those little complaints are
what makes dissension ripe.
What is more important
than endearing her to you.
Showing her how special she is
by everything that you do.
Treat her with respect
and she'll love you a lot more.
Might be surprised the response
Hugs and kisses galore.
Bring her flowers for no other reason
than you were thinking of her when alone.
you'll discover emotions you both have
and find that special loving song.
Love her like she's the very last
as if she's the best one alive.
Then you'll know what I mean
when I tell you love can survive.
Del Cano 2007 August
her walk toward the house
still stirs passions flame
just like some torrid rouse.
She, sweating from the heat
steps are deliberate and slow.
I'm yearning to caress her
as if I were kneading dough.
Matters not what she feels
her condition might be
she remains the epitome of lust
can count on her to stir in me.
Bath water ready and bubbly
lounging gown hanging on the door.
Can't wait for her to finish
while I pace cross the floor.
Small talk about the day
dinner ready and waiting.
She's trying to wind down
I'm hyped and salivating.
Nobody can tell me about love
how it always just grows old.
Not mine, my dear folks
still alive and just as bold.
One thing I know for sure
you've got to court your love
Never, never take her forgranted
she's to always speak kindly of.
Listen to what she says
and I don't mean in a tepid way.
Make sure you hear her for real
understand what she has to say.
Love can be so much easier
when life is shared like an open book.
Not wallowing in fear or doubt
let it out from every cranny and nook.
Taking on a lover is not getting a slave
get your butt up and get her a drink.
Sometimes you can even be the cook
or some other things you might think.
Let her know how important she is
and get rid of every trivial gripe.
All those little complaints are
what makes dissension ripe.
What is more important
than endearing her to you.
Showing her how special she is
by everything that you do.
Treat her with respect
and she'll love you a lot more.
Might be surprised the response
Hugs and kisses galore.
Bring her flowers for no other reason
than you were thinking of her when alone.
you'll discover emotions you both have
and find that special loving song.
Love her like she's the very last
as if she's the best one alive.
Then you'll know what I mean
when I tell you love can survive.
Del Cano 2007 August
Friday, August 03, 2007
As I Drift About With Ease
In the wonder of your presence
did I tell you I adore you so
you make me feel like a poet
of the stature of Edgar Allen Poe.
You make me sail the skies
your breath being the breeze
Holding my wings afloat
as I drift about with ease.
Just sigh me a smile
as I inhale passion's scent
trickling bout the stars
as I chase where they went.
Oh, lady of mine own desire
blow me a whistful kiss
as I sail heaven's store
and drift within your bliss.
Del Cano 2006 September
did I tell you I adore you so
you make me feel like a poet
of the stature of Edgar Allen Poe.
You make me sail the skies
your breath being the breeze
Holding my wings afloat
as I drift about with ease.
Just sigh me a smile
as I inhale passion's scent
trickling bout the stars
as I chase where they went.
Oh, lady of mine own desire
blow me a whistful kiss
as I sail heaven's store
and drift within your bliss.
Del Cano 2006 September
Special Words
I speak the words I mean
to you in every sort of way
then write them in a song
to sing and dance and play.
You know the words I sing
and take them into heart.
Each marked with your name
before they can depart.
Stored in your bosom
firmly and deep within
For if they should escape
is tantemont to sin.
If I publish those words
show the world the most
your heart dances happily
but then you see the ghost.
My sensitivity fails you
and makes the shadow creep.
For deep inside the crevices
I know thy heart shall weep.
At that point I studder
in not knowing how to act
Words sailed off our pillow
escaping our sugar shack.
No doubt some will land
upon the sleepy head
of many who seek the same
what to you that I have said.
Doth not those words
be yours and yours alone?
So why do they shadow you
and cause a painful groan.
No dangling commas
nor semi-colon's pause
can change the meaning
of their original cause.
If then another feels
the knowing love they speak
does it lesson the definition
or make your meaning weak?
Should it be for me
to hide the words we share
till they finally run out
with not a one to spare?
Should every artist
be they singer,writer, poet
hide the special words
so no one else may know it.
Del Cano 2006 Feb
to you in every sort of way
then write them in a song
to sing and dance and play.
You know the words I sing
and take them into heart.
Each marked with your name
before they can depart.
Stored in your bosom
firmly and deep within
For if they should escape
is tantemont to sin.
If I publish those words
show the world the most
your heart dances happily
but then you see the ghost.
My sensitivity fails you
and makes the shadow creep.
For deep inside the crevices
I know thy heart shall weep.
At that point I studder
in not knowing how to act
Words sailed off our pillow
escaping our sugar shack.
No doubt some will land
upon the sleepy head
of many who seek the same
what to you that I have said.
Doth not those words
be yours and yours alone?
So why do they shadow you
and cause a painful groan.
No dangling commas
nor semi-colon's pause
can change the meaning
of their original cause.
If then another feels
the knowing love they speak
does it lesson the definition
or make your meaning weak?
Should it be for me
to hide the words we share
till they finally run out
with not a one to spare?
Should every artist
be they singer,writer, poet
hide the special words
so no one else may know it.
Del Cano 2006 Feb
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