Inspired By Liz on a Saturday Morn

Oh, but to take a day and just walk and talk
share senses we see hovering over the trees
Stroll just about anyplace in the park
while spirits hang luxuriously with ease.

To read and or speak when feelings move
reconstruct yesterday's visitations with those
who, like a piece of cloth picked by a tailor
chosen to weave the best anyone knows.

Oh yes, it does tend to be quite true
for us to sit and read poetry out loud
when the sun shines its warmth in the park
sharing with you would make me proud.

We'll leave it for the Springtime
but must keep it an open date
So when nature's blend has bloomed
we can mingle with poetry's open gate.

Del Cano 2008 January

Encouraging Dreams

I feel like writing something
which just might blow your mind.
Something which stands out
ideas which are hard to find.

I feel like making some words
reach out and grab you close
wash over your soul letting you know
its me you'll need the most.

Don't trouble yourself too much
trying to figure from where I come
Listen up real good and hear
my affect is like a potent rum.

My goal is always for you
to reach the very highest plane.
To learn about yourself
and not allow dreams to get slain.

I have seen too many wilt
as if they are dying on a vine.
Never getting to work their dreams
never having their life brightly shine.

Why should you let others
kill the spirit you have within
never fighting for your chance
to shine with a special grin.

I am trying to tell you
don't give away your hopes
leaving emptiness and pain
lots of frowns and mopes.

I am telling you to live
to take steps needed to thrive
don't allow life to pass you up
and you barely seem alive.

Let these words wash over you
to enlighten and reach your passion
and you'll learn why I keep pushing
in my own wayward fashion.

Step on up to the plate
you can't win if you never try.
Don't let your dreams slip away
nor dare you allow hopes to die.

Like I said I felt like writing
something to blow your mind.
Hopefully to encourage and steer
ideas which are hard to find.

Del Cano 2008 January

False Allegations

She had a habit of creating thoughts
then thinking they had been real.
Her mind went past the reality
as if she had taken a psycho pill.

Those around her suffered her tirades
having no idea the origin of her ire.
They were assigned all the blame
as if they had caused the raging fire.

She saw things in her mind
invisible to the all the rest.
A far cry from who she used to be
when she had been at her best.

Then when sights and sounds
finally rose to the point of fill
she exploded in a melt down
letting the venom pour to a spill.

Afterwards all was well with her
not a mention of anything wrong.
She went through a peaceful aura
while singing a lovers song.

Then one day it happened
she pulled a knife from her coat
stabbing her lover she falsely accused.
This is about what I wrote.

Del Cano 2008 January