Spencer's Other Place

Have I Told You I Love You Today?

2008-09-13T07:27:00.000-05:00

Have I told you I love you today
I love you today like I did before
only thing is today its stronger
can you believe I love you more.

Have I told you today I adore you
like the silkiness of your skin
The flavor I taste when we kiss
like some sort of sensual sin.

Have I told you I need you today
like needing some air to breathe.
You cloak me in a your love
like a protective sheathe.

Have I told you I love you today
I love you today like I never have before.
With how powerfully I love you
there's always room for more.

Del Cano 2007 May

R & B Slow Dance

2008-07-14T15:44:00.000-05:00

Just as the band left for a break
the DJ played R & B to be kind.
Bobby Womach in the background
familiar words dangling in mind.

A trip to the bar raised eyebrows
the lady smiled from ear to ear.
Spinning in her seat like a prize
anticipating my getting near.

Those wet lips looked tasty
as I perused her mellow tones
feeling instant rush of excitement
reaching way down to my bones.

We both knew words had to come
not wanting to miss this chance.
Extended my hand out to her
as she whispered, can we dance.

Like a gentleman will, held her hand
while my eyes took in her sights.
Walking just behind her to the spot
we ended up out of the lights.

Now Johnnie Taylor was in a croon
she draped her hand on my arm
and as we two-stepped slowly
could feel that rising charm.

Suddenly she was closer to me
holding me tighter as we moved.
Nothing but music between us
as we slipped off in our groove.

Said she'd been watching me
chatting moving round the room.
Hoping we'd have an encounter
if not she was leaving soon.

Her radiating jasmine and roses
scents which make me weak
engulfed my senses totally
till I found it hard to speak.

Bodies moving in unison
any couple is known to reach
that point of ecstatic revelry
as the music starts to preach.

Al Green changed the song
slowed movement to a crawl.
Holding me even tighter
whispering I'm having a ball.

Silence between us had no affect
our bodies had a damn good talk.
Deep off into our very own groove
wondered if I could later walk.

We, in almost motionless pose
bumping and grinding in our stance.
Holding tightly each others mass
hard to call what we did a dance.

Felt her tongue at my ear
followed by moans and long sighs.
We'd reached that certain pentacle
seeing the known glazing of her eyes.

She said, baby, please
can we get outta this joint.
To hell with the band and DJ
got a need and special want.

While staring at each other
standing close face to face.
I hurriedly went and paid the tab
and got the hell outta that place.

Del Cano 2008 July

Let's Get It On

2008-07-07T19:58:00.000-05:00

Words in the song said:

you keep looking and staring me done
hey, why don't you stop fooling around

My words:

Knowing I ain't a sexual pawn
why don't we just get it on.

You show up when I least expect
bringing with you every tease.
Short sun dress dangling lusciously
exposing skin just above the knees.

Both of us knowing full well
our chatting is no more than a sham.
When you discover I am outside
you find a reason to come where I am.

Such feeble attempts at niceties
belie your often heaving breast.
Coupled with suspicious naivety
wearing a sensual summer dress.

Your lingering daunting ways
tell me much more than you say.
Not that I have a problem with it
it seems just to be your way.

Why continue this nutty charade
lets make all the BS be gone.
Why not just skip all the crap
come on lets get it on.

I caught your smile in the park
another morning at the bus stop.
When I exited the grocery store
feel like I been caught by a cop.

You spend too much time
watching where I go and do.
Can't say I'm not flattered
by the attention I get from you.

But what is it with the staring
as if I was some work of art.
Your sensual eyes are glowing
as they seem to tear me apart.

Again I say, lets stop this game
got me feeling like an old blues song.
What's wrong with being straightforward
come on baby, lets just get it on.

Del Cano 2008 June

Living An Old Blues Song

2008-07-07T18:48:00.000-05:00

What! What happened to you?
Somebody beat you up with a rifle?
Oh, my goodness, lady
that is a lot more than trifle.

It's hard to think about
you should feel blessed.
They could have shot you
been even killed I guess.

So sorry you have these problems
ought to stay away from folks like that.
Woman, you need to change your life
cause it's no good where it's at.

Wasn't that you not long ago
went to buy a ladder for your lover.
After spending all night a couple times
you're left with only a black cloud to hover.

That is so sad, my dear lady
heard the marshals took your check.
You worked two weeks like a dog
money's gone, now you're a wreck.

What are you doing to receive
such an utterly horrible stance.
If I were you I'd change my life
if not you do not stand a chance.

I also heard you got arrested
spent twenty four hours in jail.
Something bout no drivers license
or ID but could be just a tale.

I don't know what I could say
to lighten the burden you bear.
I do know you should treat you better
at least with a lot more care.

Wish I could really help you
I'm just a dumb guy living alone.
Sure hate hearing bout your troubles
like you're living in an old blues song.

Del Cano 2008 July

As You Never Was

2008-06-16T22:49:00.001-05:00

I want to remember you
not as you were but never was.
Your obvious playful desire
could always get my applause.

But I do not wish at all
to remember your silence
when I asked for a reason
which drives me to near violence.

I will not remember your insults
when you didn't know words to say.
Nor will I recall your stubbornness
which blossomed more each day.

I choose to just remember
how you actually never acted
by never soothing the pain
you often easily extracted.

I want to remember you
not as you were but never was.
Not the way you often acted
but as any other lover does.

I do not wish to set to memory
how you could ignore my needs
not give even one response
turning your back on my pleads.

No way I want to recall
the selfishness you gave
or how you lead me on
to become a loving slave.

I don't wish to see
the sorry picture of romance
That lopsided devotion
anyone could see at a glance.

I'll remember you in other ways
but not in how you actually were.
I'll create a lie to have as a memory
something better I would prefer.

Only a fool would like to keep
disrespect and painful thought
as the best of memories
of a romance for naught.

Nope, ain't no way for me
to keep all those pitiful slights
as part of the sweet recall
of occasional sensual nights.

How can one offer romance
yet, leave the soul at bay
promising more love to come
but pushing it farther away.

I have no desire to call up
the distant silent stare
not even to look at me
just like I were not there.

Why would anyone wish
to subject their heart and soul
to punishment so easily given
as if sinking in some giant hole.

No way can it be allowed
to mar the desire to have you sweet
and always such a delicious view
in knowing you're good to eat.

I'll just hold on to who you weren't
instead of letting the truth bleed through
just bury those painful memories
and recall an alternate you.

Del Cano 2008 June

A Part Of Me Died Yesterday

2008-04-10T15:08:00.000-05:00

Yesterday I laughed a lot
then cried and cried alone.
I loved deeply and devotedly
for she loved me as her own.

Within myself have I retreated
the pain too much to bare.
No one can ever really know
the sorrows hidden there.

Morning dawn erased the night
braced myself to face the day.
Realizing as I knew I would
a part of me died yesterday

Thoughts of her do a dance
maybe I stop and reflect too long
but whenever I have done that
can hear so clearly our song.

What is it I'm supposed to do?
I'm learning each step along the way
A very slow walk as you must know
seldom knowing what I need to say.

A visitor or even a phone call
makes me stumble in some way
realizing as I knew I would
a part of me died yesterday.

Packing clothes or other things
that labor of love I can feel
Each break from the chores
reminds me I love her still.

Often the house seems empty
I walk around as if trying to see
if more than her spirit is lingering
with her reaching out to me.

Birds called me awake this morn
on the porch to hear what they say
realizing as I knew I would
a part of me died yesterday.

Del Cano 2008 April

Don't Put Me On Your Pedestal

2008-04-07T02:37:00.000-05:00

Uh uh, don't put me on your pedestal
I've struggled my way through it all.
Grabbed hold of many a wrong handle
studying life along the way having a ball.

Don't you dare lift me beyond you
we all came out of the same dirty pool
Main difference being I looked critically
before stepping out joining another fool.

I took the steps to first fail before success
found its direction and landed at my door
while others looked on in disbelief or fear
choosing me as the measure or score.

Still see them in humorous laughter
pointing out he's at it again about to fail
but they so often missed the point
misfortune comes before the idea sails.

After so many attacks and disgruntled
motions from their ill conceived beliefs
I arrived, cultivated my own level playing field
and kept it in the face of leaders and chiefs.

Don't mistake my confident strut
for some uppity cross class binge
though many can't deal with my mind
I step out of the box they get unhinged.

You see, I learned years ago
its not me with the problem, its you
I get done what they say I'm not able
but my persistence pays in what I do.

While you invest so much effort
in trying to keep me in some isolation
I'm busy smiling and doing my thing
with not the least bit of hesitation.

Now some want to look up to me
uh uh, don't. Just look straight in my face
at the level you are and you might find
I am not nor do I ever allow action's disgrace.

I keep my head held up high in confidence
like anyone who knows what it takes to achieve.
I cannot be counted in that group who falters
bow their heads, pack up and then leave.

No, not me baby, I'm a stick to it sort of guy
I keep on smiling in the face of adversity
even while the world laughs and jokes
my process rolls on to more lucid diversity.

I've achieved that unique situation
of a love as well as a hate observation
some see me as the nice poetic bard
ignoring how I live and work so damn hard.

I learned to love to a monster degree
letting others ignore passion's participation
keeping up such a torrid pace they can't fathom
and end up in a whirlwind of frustration.

No, don't you dare place me there
on some tainted pedestal of your desire.
If you could only stop trying to put me done
you might find that match to light "YOUR" fire.

Del Cano 2008 April

About Her

2008-03-21T16:03:00.000-05:00

Its been nearly twenty five years
almost to the very day we met.
Heaven's doors swung open widely
sending her with love's caring net.

Never before had I known
love as freely as she could give
nor until she came along
had life been so easy to live.

Heaven spilled it's soul that day
knowing I needed her with me
and ever since that time love
opened wider so I could see.

My love was an encourager
believing nothing could get in our way.
Once we jointly decided a goal
love exploded into each day.

She was a light touching many
reached even when hands were closed.
Raising to the surface heaven's soul
least that's what I always supposed.

For years, though suffering
she kept her spirits quite high
and shined her light brightly
as if it beamed up in the sky.

No one could have loved me more
bringing blessings with such power.
Most measure by the years
ours moved with every hour.

Today was the opening of a new season
her blossoms reminded me it was spring.
And as I kissed her "So Long", for now
couldn't help but hear the song we sing.

This morning heaven's doors opened again
waving her right back from where she came.
Though life will go on with thoughts of her
living without her will never, ever be the same.

My love, Judy, died at 9:17 this morning.March,20.

Your Waves Caressed Me

2008-03-05T02:29:00.000-06:00

Mind rustling in the tid bits
even opening up for a knew look
Is it a calling to one's soul
or pages of a secret book.

Felt the fluttering waves
its the stimuli you've sent
In the middle of midnight sun
you called me to get bent.

Darkness hovered the night
silence from all other source
My whispered words calling
as cracks arise in my voice.

Your waves caressing me
those whispers reaching a peak
I tossed and turned in utter need
my body could not be meek.

I opened my eyes to a vision
you sitting at the edge of the bed.
That smile bringing in the sun
and all that light began to spread.

The tidbits became a united scene
your body reached out to all of me
Before I could see it coming
I floated off in ecstasy.

Del Cano 2008 February

Ahhh, Yes!

2008-03-05T02:09:00.000-06:00

Like the sensuousness
of the expectant arrival of a lover
I can sense the warmth radiating.

Can feel the nature
of it all
as if one's finger tip is
sliding across full lips
in anticipation of that
long awaited kiss
with full embrace.

After such a long dry spell
the power of lust reaching
nearly explosive levels
wearing anticipation
to shreds.

All those sighs,

daily glances
to see is it time yet
time to bury ones self
in the magic of it all.

Can you see it?
Can you sense it?
Does the idea of that
warm embrace
stir your emotions?
Cause your breath to
quicken,

your heart rate to
increase?

Isn't it marvelous
to know Spring
will be here soon.

Ahh, yes!

Del Cano 2008 February

Nothing But to Respond

2008-03-01T17:33:00.000-06:00

As I get chills from even
the thought
I can feel her fingertips
skiing down my back.
My spine sending out alerts.

My neck and shoulders flutter
can feel the rippling affect slide
all the way to my toes which
curl in an uncontrollable way.

When she embraces me I quake
as if an eruption was about to occur
and I can see the thrill of it all
as if lava was flowing red hot.

My body has no control at all
when in the magic of her kiss
and sensuality screams in a torrid
full bodied enveloped exhale.

I am left with nothing
but to respond,
but to try to inhale all of her in
a single breath.

To take in ever fiber of her
which performs a dance
of delight on my nerves.
Invites my every sense
to open to the spilling.

Nothing, I mean nothing
has such a total affect
on my being.
as her touch.

Nothing raises my desire
as much as her kiss.
Nothing causes such
a robust response
as her eyes do when
begging me to take the
lead in our sail off
to Ecstasy.

Del Cano 2008 March

Cleaning Out My Closets

2008-02-14T10:06:00.000-06:00

I've got to clean out my closets
too many sorry's lingering there.
Just today heard from one who
now wants to clear up the air.

What? A so called friend
who just faded out of my view
now wants to come back, be close
and tell me what I should do?

Oh, no, I'm cleaning out my closets
too many sorry's lingering round.
Many seem not to consider emotions
when wasted can drag you down.

What makes people feel
they can go flitting over the world
then come racing back to you
ready to dance and twirl.

I've got way too much junk
piled behind a closed door
friends, long gone and lovers
who left but a scar and sores.

There is no reason to keep
in my closets all this junk.
One day one came by, been so long
that time they called me hunk.

Got a box of new trash bags
making sure they won't break.
Getting rid of every bit of this stuff
some real while others a fake.

All these sorrys lingering
taking up precious space.
One by one I'm tossing them out
with a big naughty grin on my face.

Del Cano 2008 January

Inspired By Liz on a Saturday Morn

2008-01-27T11:43:00.001-06:00

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

2008-01-09T18:56:00.000-06:00

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

2008-01-06T06:59:00.000-06:00

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

Together From the Start

2007-12-10T13:05:00.000-06:00

Started to walk that way
then changed directions.
Excuse being the exercise
till I added the reflections.

From where I am to you
in that other part of town
While spirits dance and reach
some faces will surely frown.

Sky dribbling dampness
the cool wind blows a freeze.
The warmth in my heart
holds me in weathered ease.

Behind each closed door
stories line up to unfold.
My mind studies every scene
towards each story untold.

The spirit seems stronger now
nearly lifts me off my feet
knowing my ethereal partner
is always a ready treat.

But the barrier stands so tall
a world stands between us still.
I'm from the other side of town
where daily life only seems real.

Ah, but one thing they can't stop
our sharing where the waters flow
where words push up the winds
and passion is always on go.

No way can the invisible tracks
keep us all the way apart.
You see, before anyone was
we were together from the start.

Del Cano 2007 December

In Waiting

2007-12-02T01:59:00.001-06:00

Inspired by Sequel Nest's Full Moon Rest

Like the Wolf listlessly waiting
pacing back and forth in a path.
His patience wearing quite thin
as others quicken his wrath.

He bays at the full moon
knowing of its daunting power.
Drooling from the lessons taught
she, appeared at the appointed hour.

Teeth drawn forward in a rage
passions view stirring the pot.
Recollections of the shadowy image
makes him shun the other lot.

Pacing in his lustful tender
an occasional moon peep.
The still darkened sky mocks him
for the recall he impatiently seeks.

A low moan breaks the silence
so familiar that pleasant tune.
She has awakened temporarily
from her rest from the full moon.

Strokes of images massage him
fulfilling the yearnings of his soul.
For oh, so long the feelings held
not once ever growing old.

Wolf continues pacing
yet, with a more pleasant hue.
Body reflecting passionate thoughts
looking forward to a visit from you.

Del Cano 2007 November

Sobriety Never Shows

2007-12-02T01:57:00.000-06:00

Sobriety can be startling
without the haze of protection
when lovers refuse to face each other
no way to grasp the reflection.

Hiding behind a drunken cloak
or tenseness of a forced smile
each has their own way to deal
when lust appears for awhile.

Tension helps the building
of passion's haunting brew.
Till each has shared the release
of erotica a time or two.

Shall I claim a difference
needing to experiencing the prize?
I've just got to face its reality
making me look into her eyes.

Between imagination's touch
and wrestling with reality's swoon
I find the where with all to make
and sail towards Lady Moon.

My sobriety never shows
in each tender moment's glare.
For the drunkeness fills me
when she touches anywhere.

Too precious to miss a scene
while fingers probe and touch
Just got to see what is happening
when I am craving her so much.

Del Cano 2007 November

Anticipating Her

2007-12-02T01:55:00.000-06:00

She still has a while at work
so I sit back and close my eyes.
Those dancing images light up
like the movement of her thighs.

Can just about see that smile
her aroma rising in the room.
Filling me with anticipation
knowing she'll be home soon.

Dinner in the oven on warm
bath water steaming hot.
Mind lingers in its drift
on her every luscious spot.

Can see the twinkles spark
and her so inviting lips.
So much to look forward to
like those curvaceous hips.

Always get so excited
knowing she's on the way.
Precious is her presence
bringing sun to my day.

Can hear her small talk
bout how things went at work.
Trying hard to be a good listener
but I'm always a lustful jerk.

Greeting me at the door
as if we'd been apart a year
is always a filling touch
she expresses so clear.

Oh, I hear her in the yard
I'll just pretend I'm sleep
can't wait for her precious touch
and visions I'll ever keep.

Del Cano 2007 December

Time To Taste Heaven

2007-10-12T11:56:00.001-05:00

I've tasted enough
of the stars and the moon
I've slurped thru skyways
yet heaven always looms.

Knees are bloodied
bending too far down
Now following the scent
I'm heaven bound.

Should be my turn
weary from the chase
bowing in total submission
Heaven awaits my taste.

Del Cano 2005 July

Sun Dress

2007-10-12T10:45:00.000-05:00

As I stood and watched her in that sun dress
I begged that the wind would lightly blow.
That mother nature would open her arms
and let me see what I wanted to know.

Lady, with that light blended cotton
resting on the curves of her form
I could not resist seeing her up close
rapped tightly in my loving arms.

Oh, that sun dress showed a mighty
sweet look clinging to her flesh
forcing my eyes to see thru
as if the material was made of mesh.

Her movements, like a doe
sleek, yet full of all I could need.
Blow wind, blow, let me see it cling
touching softly all over as I plead.

Breath gets caught up in the aura
watching every monumental move.
The hem bouncing a swish side to side
coupling me in a sensual groove.

The way it lounged on her breast
as her pouty lips cast a shade
and that covered heaving inviting me
to look at the wonder nature has made.

Blow wind, blow, let me see more
just a hint up above the knee
following those ripples gorging
all I can take on my eyes to see.

My, that sun dress is a personification
of lust's sweet marrow busting my bones.
No less a euphoric addiction as a drug
addicts lingering need to get over the jones.

Oops, thanks brother wind
just a mild gust to feed my eyes.
Mercy, mercy now I know the secret
the hem was hiding those lovely thighs.

Hair blowing back just off your forehead
big gold hoops dangling in the sunlight.
Passions creeping up her spinal hill
forming the basis of a star lit moon night.

Oh, lust, you've been hiding from my mind
years of dangling from abstinence grip.
Sun dress following the rippling flow
of the measured movement of each hip.

Saw her peeping out the corner of her eyes
smile creeping in the knowing how she teased.
Hip lopped onesided making the dress cup behind
for me to get a good look so I would be pleased.

Our eyes locked in an instant stare
sizing up each fiber blowing in the wind
and as she stepped on the bus, wondered
would I ever see that sun dress ..again. .

Del Cano 2007 October

Sweet Kisses

2007-09-30T20:41:00.000-05:00

Been trying to explain just how
she raises my sugar level so high.
I think maybe it might be those kisses
like grandma's sweet potato pie.

When she enters the door
its like she's been gone for so long.
Grabs me like a choking vine
but can't say I can call it wrong.

That woman keeps me smiling
even sitting round resting in a daze.
I look over there at her in my lust
loving all of her passionate ways.

Don't care if she's wearing cut offs
or a big oversized sweat suit.
Just love being in her presence
as if her body was sugar fruit.

My sugar level rises to a high
that rosy smile never misses.
Drive me just as batty now
since she first gave out her kisses.

All these years haven't dulled
even the slightest of a bit.
Can count on her always to stir
guaranteed to drive me to a fit.

Oh, she can be so rewarding
in all the ways she can tease.
Sitting cross from her, mind fades
thinking, pass the jelly, please.

Some may call me crazy
but they don't know bout this.
Wait till they get a woman
whose got an apple pie kiss.

Del Cano 2007 September

Uttered In Heavenly Voice

2007-09-25T22:22:00.000-05:00

I can see the bold letters
streaming cross the skies
and the brilliance you show
as I look thru your eyes.

I can't challenge those
of lesser meanings or darkness
for all I now know of is the
presence of love's sparkness.

My mind can't resume what
it once used to know about
but I can say today, happiness
provides the basis for a shout.

So even if you come with me
I realize the truth exist in us
and nothing might be changed
though we scream, shout or fuss.

I can still see the banners float
high up in heaven's skies
and all the lovely splendor
focused deep within our eyes.

Any thing but what we have
would only be a foolish choice
secret lakes of her splendors
"utter'd in heavenly voice!"

DelCano 2007 June

Love In the Air

2007-09-25T07:05:00.000-05:00

Come smell love in the air
a whisp of grass blowing.
Trees humming a morning tune
a tractor turning and mowing.

Bikers rolling round the lake
between jogger's patting feet.
Geese gliding to their landing
ducks seeking food to eat.

Fishing poles standing tall
shadows in the rising sun.
Emotions stirring like a book
whose plot's passionately spun.

Activities all around
the park is like a stage show.
So much love in the air
a favorite place to go.

Del Cano 2007 September

Stumbling Back Into View

2007-09-09T23:16:00.000-05:00

Stumbling back into view
returning from a dark reprieve.
So many obstacles to get pass
at times doubted I still believed.

Passing through summer's heat
far beyond what I used to know.
Soul drenched by humid climes
nonexistent relief on the go.

Hunkered down with passions fray
demons hovering within each cloud.
The world peeping at my mess
judging lamentations out loud.

Stumbling back into view
scratched from the bizarre
Seeking the comfortable cloak
of these Poetic Stars.

Familiarity breeds moderation
tension gives way to peace.
Demons get stroked away
joy opens to an increase.

Busting through the crust
healing balm like cocoa butter.
Grasping onto the golden ring
satisfaction like no other.

Exploding talents bursting
like fireworks raining on the heart.
Returning to the peace of family
like always from the start.

Snatch the curtains open
allow pain to spill off the stage.
Raise my hands in jubilee
thank heaven I've come of age.

Light flooded out the dark
here, I run straight back to you.
Returning from that sad reprieve
stumbling back into view.

Del Cano 2007 September

That Was Joyce

2007-08-31T22:46:00.000-05:00

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.

Come, Sit with Me

2007-08-30T16:19:00.000-05:00

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

Stories Need To Be Told

2007-08-26T22:46:00.000-05:00

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

Sweet Moments In the Blind

2007-08-17T16:38:00.000-05:00

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

Call Me Poet

2007-08-17T16:37:00.000-05:00

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

Instant Entanglement

2007-08-17T16:36:00.000-05:00

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

Her Speaking Eyes

2007-08-13T20:29:00.001-05:00

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

Love Can Survive

2007-08-05T21:34:00.001-05:00

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

As I Drift About With Ease

2007-08-03T21:58:00.000-05:00

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

Special Words

2007-08-03T08:44:00.001-05:00

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

You Make the Sun Rise

2007-07-25T22:41:00.000-05:00

you make the sun rise
even when clouds are there
and brightens up the day
when rain drips thru the air.

you make the wind whisper
a breeze blown thru your lips
halt the coming storms with
a touch of your fingertips.

you, with your passion's brew
allow me to be calm and at ease.
With all of the forces pushing
can count on you to please.

you make the sun rise
with rainbows in the air
my days are always brighter
cause I got you there.

Del Cano 2007 July

Executive Order: Blocking Property of Certain Persons Who Threaten Stabilization Efforts in Iraq

2007-07-23T19:04:00.000-05:00

Executive Order: Blocking Property of Certain Persons Who Threaten Stabilization Efforts in Iraq

A Breath Away

2007-07-21T23:06:00.000-05:00

You owe me no apology
for not being able to be there
I appeased my lustful need
with lingering scents of your hair.

you owe me no explanation
for your tardiness today
remember, you are never
more than a breath away.

A sigh of contentment
hovers with your song
Jasmine and roses fluttering
help to bring you along.

No apologies needed, my sweet
each stolen moment a dance.
Forbidden fruit, a hefty taste
slurping in a tart of romance.

A sigh of passionate vision
tantalizing to the yearning soul.
Such a sparse price to pay
for those moments we stole.

No apologies needed
for missing the tryst affair.
Only need a breath
to bring you right there.

Enhaling the memories
the times we shared, indeed.
The growth of our passion
spread like a growing weed.

Never offer up a sorry
no need on any day.
I lift my head in pleasure
to find you a breath away.

Del Cano 2006 May

Telling You Now

2007-07-11T19:02:00.001-05:00

Have I told you about it yet
you are the honey in my tea
the warmth in the morning
wrapping all around me.
Have I said to you
you bring simple pleasure
a relief of strife and pain
good, by any measure.
That you add to me reasons
to freely face life's ire
and even stoke the embers
of passion's building fire.
Have I said to you
I am glad to have you near
Simplistic words, I know
but I do hold you dear.
I just had to tell you
in case I missed somehow.
So, if you hadn't heard it before
I am telling you right now.

Del Cano 2005 March

This Day, Years Ago

2007-07-10T19:01:00.000-05:00

Oh, this day seems to touch
so many of my hidden feelings.
LAying open some of the layers
as tho I was a fruit with peelings.

It scratched deep enough
to pull up scars of yesterday.
Still leaving me breathless
with many things I could say.

On this day I relive
the horrors and so much pain.
Perhaps that's why it was locked away
hoping I'd not revisit it again.

A decade passed quickly
while I kept my mind away.
Knowing sometime in the future
I'd recall the events of this day.

Del Cano 2005 Sept

Proudly With You At My Side

2007-07-09T21:16:00.000-05:00

Mind singles out a scene
then spreads the vision wide
A stroll cross the stage
proudly with you at my side.

Audience stares in awe
musicians rev up the score.
We, standing center stage
taking our bow once more.

They don't suspect we are
more than actors on a stage.
Can't tell them we are a dream
come alive to a new page.

Lovers beyond the act
life created our loving scene.
Your touch exploded my senses
making us lovers supreme.

We act for the world to see
then take flight on angel wings.
Every bit of joy one can have
you serve up like I was a king.

Mind singles out a scene
proudly with you at my side.
Strolling lovingly cross the stage
on our secret sensual ride.

Del Cano 2007 July

We Live in Different Worlds

2007-07-04T20:07:00.000-05:00

I have wanted to write this article for a while but had trouble grasping where I should start. Recent events in my life let me know I needed to address it and say to those who take forgranted their privileges as citizens of the best country on earth, "we live in different worlds though we are in the same country or even the same city." I, being a man of African descent, nearly 62 years old, had thought I would out live overt racism and being treated differently than other citizens. I was very wrong and seems now it not only continues but in many ways has increased in its intensity. I sigh from the frustrations after dedicating the bulk of my life in using the theories that if I do well, if I assimilate into the larger society, if I do the best job, be the best neighbor, smile the most, help as much as I can and all those other cutesy expressions society told me I needed to do I would be treated the same. That was and is a lie. We live in different worlds within the boundaries of a common community.

You might feel the total freedom to stroll relaxed through any park in town. Me? I must always be aware with my skin being darker than yours that people like me don't stroll through parks. We only lurk in public places to case the area in planning some sort of crime. Have you ever been questioned by a policeman or park ranger why you were sitting in the park on a bench reading poetry or while lingering outside a lovely floral display (The Jewel Box) why you were loitering? Get inside my skin one day. I love the parks in St. Louis but they are not all inviting to me. I will never forget my first fishing trip to Caroundelet Park while walking from my vehicle to the lake with fishing poles in hand being asked what I was doing. What the hell does it look like I was about to do with fishing poles in hand? We live in different worlds.

I get so damn tired of being lumped in with the worst of people of my ethnic group. When a bank robber or car thief turns out to be African American why am I supposed to share the blame for what he did? Are you guilty when a thief is of your race? Of course not; so why am I guilty or responsible for his actions? That goes right back to "you people." You people need to learn how to act in public. You people need to work and save money and buy a house or go into business. Did you know "us people" are able to buy a new car with no money down much easier than to get a mortgage on a home with 20 or more percentage down? Did you know that us people do have a few who (like me) reach for as many opportunities we could to get ahead and make a different life yet were still being lumped in with the lousy ones? Like I said we live in different worlds.

I've grown tired and weary of the lies and the bullshit. I was on several committees to help guide more companies and individuals to increase active participation with companies of African descent. After years of the same old excuses, the same dribbling wishy washy promises I stopped wasting my time. Mr. So and So would call and ask me if I could help him find five good experienced carpenters for a project he is about to start. I send him five (5) folks with a combined experience of over 100 years and get a call a few days later with him sultrily speaking something about lack of experience. Then a couple weeks later I'm at a lumber supplier and butt into his lead man. The fella doesn't know the difference between wet and dry lumber nor a 2 X 4 from a 2 X 6....but he is the qualified one. Now picture this. Here's a fella who has a job in "MY" neighborhood who drives nearly 100 miles one way to get here but I/we are told we are not qualified enough though any two of us has as much general experience as his whole crew. We can do the work blind folded with one arm tied behind our backs but we are not hired. The excuses run the gambit of a comedian's performance yet we are supposed to accept it. Every step forward is a struggle with not only government agencies, the city, the state but unions who shuffle names around ignoring my seniority in favor of another. We live in different worlds.

Tell me a situation where you knew someone had been kidnapped and every policeman in town was aware of it. Can you imagine it not making any news media? Karen was a captive for eight days yet not once was she mentioned on the news. During that same period there were several articles about missing children, missing pregnant women and the like but not one word about Karen. Does her honey brown skin make her less of a person? Less news worthy than another? We do live in different worlds.

Lets look at a few other situations which have worn me out. A simple thing like sweeping the streets. I noticed the signs had changed in my neighborhood that the streets would be swept only once a month. A call to city hall told me the city budget didn't' allow for twice a month street cleaning. That's fine but when I noticed a few days later that many wards in south St. Louis where still being swept twice a month I gave it more thought. I did a personal study to determine where this was happening. Yep, you guessed it. Only the wards with a majority African population had been cut down to once a month. Why? How is that explained legitimately? After enough calls and letters now the whole city is swept only once a month. A look at building inspections show a lack of inspections in many of "them peoples" areas indicating that their property is not as important as some others. Like I said we live in different worlds.

Yet, today I paid the same respect to those who had given their lives for the freedoms we have as you did or should have. I never asked for any more than what I was promised through the constitution nor our basic laws. What makes me so different from you? Do I deserve any less? Does my and my family's military service count for any less than yours? Why do we live in such different worlds though in the same city?

Let Me Look In Your Eyes

2007-06-28T05:12:00.000-05:00

Let me look in your eyes
While yet my mind is clear
I live in another dimension
But have a cabin in reality near

Let me take a deep look
Before I fade back into there
And never again get a chance
To breath the aroma of your hair.

Let me get a long look
Of the loving I do see
When I peep into your heart
And feel your aristocracy

I am going to take a study look
Like panning over a sunset view
Or looking down from a mountain top
To swaying grass with gleaming dew.

Can you imagine the detail
I intend to record to my mind
To lock you all in to me
To conserve till the end of time.

Before returning to my dimension
I want to photograph your heart
So I can paste it in the senses
Of the next world I tend to start.

That is why I need to see
Every bit of you to appear
While my heart is really full
And my mind is yet still clear.

DelCano-2004

Keep Struggling To Say

2007-06-27T19:10:00.000-05:00

Words seem not to speak
what I'm needing to convey
trying feverishly to spill emotions
drowning me on this day.

After dealing with a nightmare
recovery is being a breeze
but emotions are so flared up
a constant sensual tease.

Having her back home with me
such an overwhelming thought
A continuous overflow of senses
with all the joy she'd brought.

My heart pounds in compassion
then my body yells for her touch.
When she oozes out that sensuousness
my cravings are ignited so much.

Having her nearby is ecstatic
she raises my pulses beat.
I am thrilled to the fullest
from my head to my feet.

My breath starts to heave
as my body stands at attention
Desire is like a raging blast
details too intimate to mention.

I crave her with a yeoman drive
such a huge lustful tower.
every moment passing by
feels more like a lonely hour.

Side by side we sit
chemical batches a mix.
Her kiss, her embrace
a mighty passionate fix.

Yet, each encounter
more intense than the last.
Feels like a special subject
in a college romance class.

Better than a cheap novel
more excitement than a best seller.
Thrills higher than any number one hit
her power is so star stellar.

See, I keep struggling to say
what I can't find words to speak.
Every ounce within me is smiling
as I'm verbalizing what I seek.

Del Cano 2007 June

Karen Is Back Home

2007-06-22T01:06:00.000-05:00

Thoughts were hard to gather
so much raced thru my mind.
Staring thru each other, knowing
tonight would be just fine.

Chats and visuals had us ready
including sighs of yearnings.
Talking 'bout the weeks event
not addressing the burnings.

At times thru the day
she followed my every move.
Even bumped into me at times
like there was something to prove.

In between hugs and kisses
heavy flares of needing her touch.
She told how when in the dungeon
at times craved to be in my clutch.

Like my thoughts had wandered
she too new the aching need.
Even in her angered demeanor
she felt that lustful plead.

When alone and in somber mode
thoughts overwhelmed her head.
Making love in a passionate fray
as jasmine radiated from the bed.

Like I, she too had struggled
constant thoughts of desire.
In the middle of a life crisis
raving thoughts of sensual fire.

She relayed one passionate day
tho fear had crept in her brain.
Couldn't get over the thought
of fucking me like insane.

This first day back home
a strange and odd affair.
My fingers can't get fulfilled
even fingering in her hair.

My body cried out to hers
when making small talk with neighbors.
Eyes darting to each other
like spears of passionate sabers.

Tho thankful for all the concern
people coming to welcome her back.
Could see the impatient glares
but not wishing to bring any flack.

Lock the doors; outside lights off
don't answer the damn phone.
Gotta git on down with loving
need to ease this raging bone.

Ah, passion flaring for a week
mental aerobics exposing the need.
Nothing less than sensual delight
this monster lustful greed.

What else can be said
bout this rising sensual foam
Heart doing a happy dance
Karen is back home.

Del Cano 2007 June

Her Scent Lingers Still

2007-06-16T02:23:00.000-05:00

I refuse to change the sheets
her scent lingers where we laid.
The pillows hold a position
where lovers often played.

Tho the window's are open
to let air freshen the room.
Just like new buds bursting
her scent's still in full bloom

Didn't removed the water bottle
it still sits out by her chair.
Sort of a memorial to her
that spot's like sacred air.

Have yet to wash the mug
the one which touched her lips.
The one she used that morning
when taking her coffee sips.

When thoughts linger that way
I know the tears will drip
The anquish of her being gone
adds more quivers to my lip.

Memories playing scenes
cravings building to a swill.
Refusing to change the sheets
her scent lingers still.

Del Cano 2007 June

Secrets On A Whisper

2007-06-15T14:54:00.001-05:00

Carried my secrets on a whisper
thru times too hard for me to say.
Gathered up emotions wrecked
hugging on thru a better day.

Thru all the sordid happenings
you stayed within our bounds.
Toting with you our precious gems
keeping them safe and sound.

Took us in your bosom
squeezed with all your might.
Holding on to secrets
whispers throughout the night.

What else can I expect
they stole you from my life
invading all the fences
leaving only stress and strife.

I hear your whispers
your heartbeat sending tones
letting me know your are fine
even thru your painful moans.

Hear now my heartful whispers
let them fuse with your desire.
Be assured I am still waiting
for our return to sensual fire.

Del Cano 2007 June

This Frame of Time

2007-06-15T14:46:00.001-05:00

Like I'm straining to step
to pass thru this frame of time
To get it all over with
the other side will be fine.

Moments carry with them
truths as well as passionate lies.
Faking sanity for others
awash in tear flooded eyes.

From one moment to the other
I'm a chameleon at best.
Changing personalities
forcing emotions to rest.

So much of the day
a fading blank cloud.
Not sure who said what
their help makes me proud.

People have been so good
treating us like we're royal.
Food shows up at the door
from those being loyal.

A lady came to tell me
I made her faith renewed.
The sort of love they spoke of
lasting, never comes unglued.

She came to pray with me
to wave her spiritual flag
and begging others to come
pull other tricks out the bag.

Ate a salad and fell asleep
awakened by the phone.
A sighting out west
chilled me to the bone.

I know this can't last
got to get over to the other side.
This frame of time hesitates
keeping me on this horrible ride.

Del Cano 2007 June

Senses Are Raw

2007-06-15T14:41:00.000-05:00

My senses are feeling raw
emotions worn to a puddle.
Speaking feels out of character
words drool, a muddle.

Sleep, a spotty affair
only moments at a time.
Eyes seeing her image
making words to rhyme.

Hunger rages on
food won't stay put.
Odd achy feelings
from head to foot.

Another sighting today
calls from the park.
A look a like woman
just a fading spark.

Worries bout her health
put insulin in the fridge.
Needles in her purse
gaps like a bridge.

Helplessness yells a blank
self blaming creeps out.
Mental aerobics center stage
heart wants to shout.

Walked our path to the park
skipped a rock on the lake.
A goose staring at me
seemed as if it had spake.

What secrets linger
should have known before.
Straining, pondering
tallying every score.

Aligning the good and bad
which result will we face.
Joy seems years away
thru this horrible disgrace.

I count blessings I have
Judy remains star of the show.
But love shared openly
creates room to grow.

Few understood us
but we couldn't care less.
I walked a lighted beam
knowing I had the best.

Judy holding my face
wiping tears salty track.
Whispering in her way
she's got to come back.

False alarms...depression
fills emotion's sinking ship.
Praying I can keep going
trying to keep my grip.

Senses totally worn out
emotions in utter awe.
This whole affair
has my nerves raw.

Arms want to flail
bring this all to an end.
Nothing left in my soul
I've got to spend.

Del Cano 2007 June

My Emotions Are Flared

2007-06-15T14:36:00.000-05:00

My emotions have been flared
erotic thoughts cram my mind.
With her missing like she is
doesn't seem I'm being kind.

I feel a tremendous need
to cuddle her and hold tight.
These rushing thoughts
wore on me all thru the night.

Every fiber within my body
calls out to where she is.
Bitterness pumping thru my veins
stinging like a sloe gin fizz.

Nothing seems quite real
a horrible nightmare of a dream.
My soul is spilling thoughts
emotions racing to extreme.

That helpless feeling hovers
dangling like a giant balloon.
Never moving away from me
praying she'll show up soon.

How can I be having thoughts
to the heights of erotic shores
Missing her thru this mystery
so painful by the scores.

Hear my yelling soul
screaming for relief.
Tears pouring relentlessly
racked with pain and grief.

With her still missing
erotic thoughts seem unkind.
My emotions are flared open
feel like I'm losing my mind.

Del Cano 2007 June

Fear Strikes Thru Me

2007-06-15T14:35:00.001-05:00

Fear strikes thru me
since you went away
Your empty chair looms
like a dark haunted day.

Coffee in the yard
I went to get a refill
Upon return, you're gone
space empty, so still.

Looked around, empty
heart filling to a burst
Couldn't believe you vanished
leaving this yeomen thirst.

Stopped being selfish
where have you gone?
In a matter of moments
faded like morning dawn.

Judy is upset as well
like you knew she would.
You were showered with love
as much as two people could.

What happened in you
or could it have been we.
Whatever the problem
its nothing I could see.

Fear strikes thru me
stabbing deep inside.
A morbid sort of ilk
like someone has died.

Not one word, no call
days plans dropped to the ground.
Tho spring breezes are kicking
there's stark stillness around.

Where have you gone
why did you leave unspoken.
No good-bye, see ya later
just suddenly and broken.

Our hearts are pounding
crying for some explanation.
Tears blinding our vision
from treacherous frustration.

What, why, how,
open ended questions dangle.
My breath strains
we were so entangled.

I've got your ID with me
are you not who we thought
Is there another story
we should know or sought.

Fear strikes thru me
not knowing, driving me insane.
Spirals of past moments
only enhances the pain.

No one vanishes in a moment
or evaporates like a cloud.
Nor fades like a broken video
leaving hearts beating loud.

My soul is screaming
find peace in your empty chair.
Your cup, sitting like a monument
reminds me you're not there.

Where have you gone
where can you be?
Why did you leave
as fear strikes thru me.

Del Cano 2007 June

Shout It Out Loud

2007-06-02T08:07:00.000-05:00

I am deeply massaged
when her eyes smile on me.
Rubbed to a salacious level
with soft fingertips feathery.

Senses have been awakened
to tunes, till now, never heard.
Whisper of breath on my face
soft flutters like wings of a bird.

Am risen to mountainous delight
when embraced by her glory.
The rubble of words always fail
to tell the true tale of our story.

It is a phenomenon that she
chose me to love and share with.
Thru decades of life's resonance
still not convinced its not a myth.

I've totally been massaged
by her smiles of a blissful cloud.
Before all the world, I'm loving her
I'm here to "Shout It Out Loud".

Del Cano 2007 June

Ever Remaining Precious

2007-06-01T10:38:00.000-05:00

I studied many of your pictures
as well many words you've written.
When its been put like that
no wonder I had been smitten.

Actually a lover's touch in words
a special friend beyond a doubt.
So many emotions still hang
love is what its all about.

We've found others to fill the gap
tho space remains for our own.
Like a top cut of meat freshly sliced
we've still got the flavor of the bone.

Perhaps one day down the road
we'll finally get that real touch.
Embrace in the flesh of reality
what I've longed for so much.

Life dangled us thru its sets
might I say it took us thru phases.
Now that time is washing the bay
seems we're still turning the pages.

She asked me how much was left
of what I once had called just mine.
Its like a continuous ache
knowing it won't heal over time.

Shall I call it a gap of sorts
a hole which remains right there.
She appreciated my honesty
the thought of fingering your hair.

For so long I could taste you
my tongue craved your fare.
Target dreams sweating me
awaking to find you not there.

Life kicked my ass real good
you, my savior and friend
kept your hand extended
till what might be the very end.

If it is or maybe not
please know you remain my queen.
A royal sort of majesticness
ever aglow with your beam.

I say this with honesty
tho my world is torn apart.
You remain a precious one
ever tucked deep in my heart.

Del Cano 2007 May

Last Note Of the Song

2007-06-01T10:37:00.001-05:00

Time's ticking by fast
the day is nearly at an end
been waiting patiently
for a call from my friend.

Decided after all this time
would count on her till the last
But now time marches by
and seemingly quite fast.

Never wished to doubt her
tho not one time has she won.
Here I am running out of time
with much of my future done.

We differ greatly handling business
I am not used to the last minute
but she holds on to her methods
seemingly with no planning in it.

I won't yell nor fall apart
if this proves my final slide.
Just give her a big hug
be thankful for the ride.

I'll step on to whats there
whatever mess I have created
Huge errors in judgement
too late for change, belated.

As I step into the darkness
can't help but view her face.
Loving her was a previledge
tho trustinig her a disgrace.

I refused to give in
allow the facts to tell the tale.
Everything she had promised
did nothing but come to fail.

As I see my depressed state
nothing but a failure of light.
She and I on different plains
weather mid day or in the night.

She never showed the focus
of one who truly cared
I held on to empty promises
as if making a final dare.

Oh well, guess I can't argue
I placed my bets all wrong
Loving her and keeping hope
till the last note of the song.

Del Cano 2007 May

My Senses Takes A Spin

2007-06-01T10:35:00.000-05:00

My senses takes a spin
from the aura of her scent
and sail to the starry skies
as if were heaven sent.

Reminiscent of a rose
radiating with lustful fumes
which gathers other aromas
to a hearty sensual bloom.

Her kiss but an invitation
to a sultry morsel bite
A fancy box of chocolate
and wine to sip at night.

She smiles a radiant glow
a picture of pure lust.
No artist rendition
might stir me to a fuss.

I am struggling to tell
the effect she has on me.
Her demeanor and poise
poses reverently.

My senses takes a spin
my body trembles too
Just the aura of her presence
erupts me thru and thru.

Like the heaving of a volcano
her affect is just as strong.
Every move is an invitation
for my eyes to follow along.

A tasty treat to absorb
my mouth in a constant drool.
And when she makes love to me
I'm returned to lovers school.

All I can do is sigh
at the wonder of her loving me.
A special bouquet of flowers
I treasure ecstatically.

Del Cano 2007 May

Out In the Yard

2007-05-22T16:42:00.000-05:00

I love to see the flowers bloom
as I walk cross the yard
and touch a blade of grass
making breathing mighty hard.

I love to watch the birds
visiting their friendly rose
and spread their pollens
to where anyone knows.

I like to see the branches
sway in the noon time breeze.
And catch a lightning bug
before it lands on the leaves.

Morning time brings delight
with its dampness from the dew.
A sweet reminder of love
as I fall in thoughts of you.

My print lingers cross in the yard
wherever I chance to step
and leaves such pleasant reminders
in each spot where I have wept.

I step outside to rekindle
in powerful rays of the sun
like the love we set a fire
way back when we first begun.

Del Cano 2007 May

My Egg Shells Are Cracking

2007-05-20T16:29:00.000-05:00

My egg shells are cracking
while my soul is oozing
Pain has been pushing
all I'm doing is loosing.

Nothing is going right
life has kicked my ass
been trembling with fright
from whats come to pass.

Even my muse gone nuts
she went out and got drunk
turned my words inside out
till every write just stunk

My wife told my girlfriend
I was cheating on them
needless to say loving
has gotten mighty slim.

Whats a fella to do
when feeling so hurt
My emotions have fallen
in a hole covered with dirt.

My egg shells are cracking
as my soul keeps on the ooze.
Easy to tell so much is lacking
I keep on singing these blues.

Del Cano 2006 December

Near The Water

2007-05-19T22:32:00.000-05:00

When life gets too heavy
and trouble taps my soul
I go visit near the waters
which play a soothing role.

When the rain comes pouring
drenches my emotional state
I go visit the flowing ripples
which helps keep me straight.

None can tell that voice
any better than I can
The hum of the river
calls out to this man.

Even the serenity of a lake
might sing a soft lullaby.
A spring fed mountain stream
races cares goodbye.

Let me be near the waters
an ocean wave ebbing near.
Whispers messages from above
speaking directly in my ear.

Oh, I might carry my gear
rods, reels and lots of lures
Fishing is a by product
of my waterways tours.

Got to visit the waters
hear its whispered romance.
Knowing upon my visit
I get to have another chance.

Del Cano 2006 October

Sin and Soul

2007-05-19T15:35:00.000-05:00

I walk to the tune of my feet
brushing the damp grass below.
When I allow such a break
I trail a tune where ever I go.

The geese sliding on the water
leaving a wake so artistically laid.
As if it were a song perfectly writ
from poems God had made.

This time of reflection is haunting
in the shadow of Wash U Medical Center.
Standing on the hill above the park
as if it were daring us all to enter.

I walk thru the grass of Forest Park
in my foolish Spring search.
Caressing memories of yore
while winter hangs in a lurch.

At least I can pour out my soul
admit life's present and past sins.
In the shadow of that hospital
where so much trauma begins.

Can see the Science Center
as I walk the path round the lake
Ahead is Steinburg Rink
where I used to go and skate.

The park gives me solace
when life presents a road block.
Like the strongest foundation
it is my favorite go to rock.

I whisper the blues of life's creation
A merry go round without a tune.
Like wallowing in heaven' breast
paddling on Art Hill Lake in June.

The World's Fair Pavilion
strikes a stunning pose.
A must go by to see scene
which most of us knows.

I lay my burdens in the park
when the world seems ill at ease.
Each area presents its own flavor
and has its very special tease.

My feet walk to their own tune
blues in the background gets old.
But when I need to find inner peace
Forest Park releases my sin and soul.

Del Cano 2007 March

Thy Words Are Soft

2007-05-19T15:19:00.000-05:00

Thy words are as a soft cloud
they are adrift in a musical tune
sweet violins solos do wow
leaving me only but to swoon.
Oh, I love thy words and hear
the balance of which you speak
and I reach to heaven, dear
to locate the words I seek.
Desire to bring joy and peace
with all the writes I shall do
if the love in my words cease
so long to the world and you.

Del Cano 2006 February

Wordless Poetess

2007-05-18T23:24:00.000-05:00

I ran into a master poetess
who rarely wrote a word
yet her actions told the tale
'bout best loving ever heard.

She smiles a lovely bouquet
with slanted eyes aglow.
Her kiss is but a magic touch
sets passions on the go.

The way she writes a line
a truly scrumptuous task.
Aint many to compare to her
so don't even try to ask.

She creates poetic lines
in how she touches me
and sends me sailing up high
into a lover's ecstasy.

I love every bit of her
her verse does so consume.
Tho she may be light on words
see writes the best of a bloom.

Del Cano 2006 October

Will the Real You Stand Up

2007-05-18T20:40:00.000-05:00

Will the real you stand up
so I can know your soul
let me see more than the edge
so many things of old.

Will the real you speak clearly
tell the history from the start.
Stop fiddling round it
let it flow from your heart.

Will the real you open up
send the message out for real.
Tell the reasons you think like that
and continue to do so still.

Like the condensation
dripping from a hot cup.
You holding firm in place
will the real you stand up.

Del Cano 2007 April

It All Started With A Kiss

2007-05-18T20:09:00.001-05:00

On my knees laying tile on the floor
could feel the inner stiring amidst.
Body becoming quite overwhelmed
and then it started with a kiss.

Mouths puckered in lingering stance
questions racing thru a startled mind.
Eyes fixed on the others face
hesitating in trying to be kind.

Her hands reached but held firm
didn't quite touch my shoulder.
Nervousness showing apparently
we both needed to be bolder.

We embraced as if years flooded
in answering to that carnal need.
Tongues dancing those firey moves
knowing we shared a new seed.

So powerful the emotions
holding each other in a lovers grip.
Crushing as if to fuse with the other
could feel our shivering lips.

We both pulled back to look
see the questions on the others face
Then with all do speed and pressure
resumed even a stronger embrace.

Before long the heated embers
seemed a torch to ignite the fire
and we struggled to contain emotions
sharing positively volcanic desire.

Arms and hands searching
newly found road maps to bliss.
In the throws of passion's prison
knowing it all started with a kiss.

Del Cano 2007 April

I Am From The Dark Side

2007-05-18T19:36:00.001-05:00

I am from the dark side
the step child you never saw
you walk past me in oblivion
with no expression on your jaw.

I am the one you disdain
because I really do exist
You turn your back and ignore
time has gotten us to this.

I walk a path, at times, narrow
then quite broad and wide
Accepted from a distance
but never by your side.

I am from the dark side.

You smile long as I entertain you
dance, sing or dunk a ball
I can tackle with a diving reach
but you keep me out the ruling hall.

You mimic my music and moves
steal all my fashions right away
And are angered by my zeal
when I start over each day.

You know there's something there
my spirit rebounds to a glide
I strut in knowing your confusion
cause I always refuse to hide.

I am from the dark side.

From your running position
you move cross a suburban moat
Driving miles over hills and valleys
so you can then point and gloat.

Take away business and services
drag them with you near your lair
while you speak about my condition
reality says you just don't care.

I hang out my shingle to open shop
confounding how I could decide
Knowing you'll drive right past me
in your sporty upscale ride.

I am from the dark side

I struggle day by day
to find a balance in my life
while you seem to ignore
my constant living strife.

Sure, I get tired and weep
but I don't allow you to see
just how lousy you really are
when you ignore the best of me.

Your denials are infamous
crumbs you serve when you decide
but I keep on reaching for that dream
the one for which you surely lied.

I am from the dark side.

My schools are ragged
funds barely reach the mark.
Neighborhoods bleak and dying
like a war zone torn and stark.

Day in and out you turn your back
not admiting you are part of the cause
You sling negative words at me
then pass some even more harsh laws.

Must I continue in my strive
knowing you'll push me aside.
Or shall I just stop in my tracks
and conclude you'll always deny

I am from "Your" dark side.

Del Cano 2006 November

Fishing and Communing

2007-05-18T19:19:00.000-05:00

One catfish came home with me
the others wait for another day
but I so appreciate its presence
when things work out this way.

Alone it makes a good meal
but it needs to be shared
Frozen in the freezer till another
from the lake can be spared.

It is part of my rejuvenation
the nature show never grows old.
Like reaching out to you
it jump starts my very soul.

So serene the water lies
a cool breeze blew in on me.
Fish, geese, furry mammals
roamed about quite cheerfully.

I cast a lure in the placidness
watched ripples fade away.
I'm sure I missed a few bites
but I had such a pleasant day.

Even the knowledge
you were just off beyond
felt magical to my emotions
as if you waved a magic wand.

Went fishing and communing today
rebuilt my soul engine's delight
Can rest in peace and quiet refrain
and sleep thru out the night.

Del Cano 2006 August

Fever On the Rise

2007-05-18T19:17:00.001-05:00

That fever is on the rise
Bass Pro is running spring sales.
The damn ice hasn't melted as yet
this time of year it never fails.

Spring fever sets in on me
that urge to get to the water.
Cast my lines out in the deep
like every fisherman oughta.

Winter came in with a storm
ice and snow buried us deep.
At this point I am for two seasons
Spring and Autumn for keeps.

Just so I can walk the streams
listen to the rivers meandering flow.
Can feel it rising in my bones
even tho there's still plenty of snow.

Oh, give me a warmer day
so I can cast out as if at sea.
Want to rush winter on by
this fever is taking over me.

Del Cano 2007 January

Feeling Serenity

2007-05-18T19:14:00.000-05:00

I strain to feel each pulse
a touch of pleasures brew.
Everytime she makes a move
I'm feeling serenity too.

I crave the presence
of the joy I feel inside.
On to reverie's essence
as my senses take a ride.

I stretch to soak in
every ecstatic awe.
Ever appreciative of
pure love when in the raw.

The scent of her hair
pulled back or hanging down
is but a trip to sensuality
with goosebumps all around.

Sensitivity is but a door
to keep open as we live
and always there's a bonus
when life is take and give.

Always feel a shout
dangling at my soul's edge
that merges with nature's kiss
in a lovers lifelong pledge.

Constantly and always
show and share the joy.
Bumps in the road are softened
when honesty is employed.

Share in life's pleasures
seek to be a mellow song.
Carving brand new roadways
makes it easy to get along.

Hold all in high esteem
and let the favors flow.
Then carry that with you
wherever you choose to go.

Hand in hand against the world
cheerfully singing our tune.
Scattering love notes to the sky
with a smile just like the moon.

I strain to feel the pulse
of her lovely beating heart.
and pray to all the heavens
we'll never chance to part.

Del Cano 2007 April

Embracing the Poetry

2007-05-18T19:08:00.001-05:00

We met in a stanza
from Poetic Bliss
Embraced the poetry
as if a kiss.

Struck a cord
then tied a knot
which held the best
of what we'd got.

Shunned the world
as we wrote our fate.
Creative juices
would not wait.

Soaring to clouds
up on high
we drifted thru
a star lit sky.

Till one day
I saw a flaw
causing deeply
a dropping jaw.

Suddenly, reality check
not a bit of wasted time
no more love
nor easy rhyme.

She sailed the seas
of love's sweet mist
left me stranded
with nary a kiss.

Danced on off
to another poetic write
leaving me dangling
thru lonely nights.

Oh, the pain rose
to levels of stain
fighting the devil's
words of disdain.

Finally, the time
has come to reach
for all the love within
I'm able to teach.

Words are now able
to reach the screen
in spite of the pain
you know I've seen.

But now I am able
to stand back tall
to sling words again
for the eyes of all.

And no matter the
error of my past ways
love hangs on truly
thru to better days.

Not one word of angst
shall I toss her way
but praise her always
for each loving day.

I now, am able to reach,
beyond a kiss
and reopen the doors
to Poetic Bliss.

Del Cano 2006 March

Dogwood Blooming Spring

2007-05-18T19:03:00.001-05:00

Tho the blossoms are gorgeous
they bring on pollen's sneeze
To some the dogwoods spread love,
for others its a tough wheeze.

Teary eyes get stained
with nature's love array.
More and more it steps in
with the increasing spring day.

Ahh choos are spreading
making the membranes drip.
Wishing to smile at the loveliness
thru quivering nervous lips.

Blow those red noses
use up a box of tissue
The beauty of the dogwoods
a totally different isuue.

As I soak in their beauty
Judy sneezes up a storm
Tho I pity her sensitivity
I wrap spring in my arms.

Del Cano 2007 March

Demons Squeezing Me

2007-05-18T19:00:00.000-05:00

The walls seem to close in
squeezing my breath away
Mornings, tho pleasant
are a mark of another day.

So many demons loom
treacherously jabbing
Piercing my soul
as if they were stabbing.

Day after day they come
each with a different goal
All have their special traits
they play a painful role.

As I turn away from one
another jumps in my face
charging directly at me
as if there was a race.

The walls seem menacing
a giant slow moving vise.
Inching steadily closer
freezing my soul like ice.

Tho I might make it out the door
there are responsibilities afoot.
I can't abandon the demons nor walls
they are part of this painful root.

Never thought life was fair
nor believed it ever to be
yet, I can't seem to get past
these troubles attacking me.

A continuous flow of venom
a part of my daily mental bread.
Struggling never eases
while these walls squeeze my head.

Del Cano 2006 October

A Chance Meeting

2007-05-18T18:31:00.000-05:00

A chance meeting from time to time
on your way with him someplace.
Nothing more than a look or sly grin
to others, a blank look on your face.

I read every line and each arch
now months later, it seems
thru his stroke of bad luck
you're now star of my dreams.

A chance encounter moved
us both to center stage
finding an underlying lust
with passion all the rage.

An accidental bump, a touch
sent waves thru and thru.
As I found we shared the want
yes, the likes of me and you.

Simply watching you reach
or stoop to grab a brush.
Felt the pangs of desire
a maddening sort of rush.

Not long later our eyes met
to a longing stare and look.
Those same glances and arch
I read you like a book.

Low guttural moaning sounds
seemed to drip from your lip.
As I went about my tasks
making sure a glance would slip.

Each met with a steady eye
a real come on if I ever knew.
Yet, I tried to keep a distance
some space 'tween me and you.

All just a waste of time
the effort was for naught.
Couldn't hold back from the bait
that passion we had wrought.

I see promise in each glance
a chance meeting at some time.
Till then I'll be the words we studder
and you, dear, can be the rhyme.

Del Cano 2006 August

A Breath Away

2007-05-18T18:28:00.000-05:00

Saturday Night Fish Fry

2007-05-18T15:59:00.000-05:00

When I realized the number of fish
I had caught then stashed in bags
I hadn't noticed my clothes deteriorating
seemed to be turning into rags.

Been so busy baiting hooks
and catching so many fish.
Didn't take time to think
this would make a hellava dish.

Mid afternoon was coming on fast
thoughts of cleaning those not too good.
so I gave a call to a friend near home
someone who lived in my neighborhood.

Told her the problem, she laughed
saying I was the apple of her eye.
Told me not to worry at all
we'll have a Saturday night fish fry.

I gave it not a thought more
packed my gear and drove home.
The idea of cleaning all those fish
simply made my tired soul to moan.

Pulled in the yard to a wild sight
barely got out greetings, "hi yaw'll"
They were all smiling saying can't wait
we bout to have us a ball.

Tables laid out with knives
fish fryers ready with grease hot.
They crowded round the van
to see all the fish I got.

Before I knew it the commotion went
scales flying with filet knifes at work.
Hands readying the fresh fish
as I watched with a sly smirk.

Didn't take long for the eating to start
someone handing me a plate saying eat.
Crunching on that fish, hmmm good
taste just could not be beat.

Music started to attract others
some showed up with more food.
My yard, like a small park
filled with the neighborhood brood.

Folks laughing and eating up a storm
talking bout all that fish they cooked.
Toasting me for the catches of the day
cameras snapping for picture book.

Darkness fell on us before we knew
yard starting looking like a pig sty.
But we all had one real ball
at Spencer's Saturday night fish fry.

Del Cano 2007 May

Our Own Song

2007-05-18T12:51:00.000-05:00

Like an old blues tune
we just keep hanging on
Thru all the crevices life opened
still singing our own song.

The base guitar at its low string
growling a deep moanful sound.
Hand in hand leaning for support
when so many are not around.

The lead guitar strikes a shrill
livens up the music's fray.
Shadows, dark and lonely
of friends who've faded away.

We might be a bit worn
grey, the lead color of the crown.
Like those old blues songs
we're still hanging round.

Old standards which got us started
now a distance lanquished thought.
Gotta keep them in our souls
none else to replace what they brought.

The years have been good and bad
many precious situations to savor.
We've matured together
and you've kept my favorite flavor.

Like an old blues tune
scratched and wobbling on its own.
We just keep hanging on
to the tune of our own song.

Del Cano 2007 May

You Made It All the Way

2007-05-18T11:17:00.000-05:00

You, a fully grown woman
been stuck in a levitating hole.
Living life as if it were a game
with you the hidden mole.

So many painful actions
pushed you below your self.
As if you had stored your soul
placed it at the back of the shelf.

Too many thoughtless actions
drove you away from who you are.
Reactions riddled with shame
not allowing you to reach up to par.

You blindly stepped away from you
the woman you ought to be.
Proud, lovely and progressive
the woman I fought to see.

Thru that heartless facade
you put up for all others to see.
Easy to fool the rest of the world
but no way you could fool me.

I saw thru your pain and anger
the struggles you stumbled thru.
So often you didn't know yourself
I was able to see a different you.

You carried too much baggage
I called it trash dragging the ground.
Sometimes you were buried so deep
had to look hard so you could be found.

Something had died inside you
you lost the real way you had been
or perhaps it was loosing yourself
letting your soul fall off into sin.

I think you craved love and honesty
not just someone to be used.
It was too common place for you
to be mislead and abused.

I must have confused you
in the early times we shared.
When I looked and saw in you
a woman who could not be spared.

Whatever that magic you tried to hide
still showed its light to me.
I stepped out on faith for you
whatever, if anything, we were to be.

I saw the woman you were not
at least not at the very start.
But before long your light shined
broke right on thru to my heart.

I rode the roller coaster you drove
every up and down hillside crest.
Thru creative tales and even lies
I pretended to ignore the rest.

Sometimes you seemed ready
to give that old life the boot
but held onto it with a firm grip
as if it were some expensive loot.

Not till after your illness
did you seem to give it up in a big way.
Slowly I saw you seemingly enlightened
with each morning a brand new day.

Even thru the trying times
could see you growing back alive.
Becoming that woman I new you were
before your life took its dive.

I tried so hard to help steer you
to a better person I knew you to be.
A woman full of life craving success
that very special lady to me.

Now I'm feeling so full inside
thankful you made it all the way.
A few scratches here and there
now you can see a better day.

Del Cano 2007 May

Ignorance On Steroids

2007-05-18T11:07:00.000-05:00

Ignorance must be on steroids
while our rights seem to be slipping.
Appears that rights of working stiffs
been given to Medicare for the tipping.

Thugs from government agencies
are reducing Medicare and Medicaid.
The environmental agencies have fallen
have lost or given up the steps we'd made.

Ignorance must be on steroids
the common man is mute before this attack.
Is it because he can't see all this corruption
or see his rights going and not coming back.

Congress is on a free fall
stumbling over changes we demand.
The president is oblivious to the public
holding our futures in his hands.

I see ignorance rising daily
giving excuses for all this crap.
Too few have the desire to speak out
as if their souls have taken a nap.

Gasoline prices thru the roof
our water now more contaminated.
Layers and layers of lies out front
explanations seem to be laminated.

Cost of everything on the rise
paychecks dangling in place.
Rich folks getting even more rich
the gap has gotten to be a disgrace.

Ignorance must be on steroids
as we accept far too many excuses.
Gotten to the place normalcy
is just regularly exercised abuses.

Must be something in the food
ingredients we gotta try to avoid.
If not things will remain the same
with ignorance being on steroids.

Del Cano 2007 May

Nature's True Fun

2007-05-18T11:03:00.000-05:00

Pelicans covered the sand barge
turtles waited to cross the road.
Nearer the water heard a belch
turned out to be a giant toad.

Casted out toward the center
just as the channel gets deep.
Tossed back a few small ones
should see what I chose to keep.

A monster river buffalo
thought it had swiped my line.
Reeling and tugging a few minutes
damn, it was fat and fine.

Another tried to slip away
startled I found myself jammed.
Shadow boxed and wrestled
dug deep for the fisherman I am.

What a blast as they broke the surface
water splashing in a heavy wave.
The net barely covered the first
but both I was able to save.

Silver blue and snow white cranes
kept an eye on the happenings near.
As the fish were drug from the water
seemed they all smiled a cheer.

Now tired from the long battles
packed my gear and bid them goodbye.
All the birds and animals seemed a crowd
as I drove off with tears in my eyes.

So damn fortunate to have shared
in so much of nature's true fun.
And just as filling, the experience
sharing the river with the morning sun.

Del Cano 2007 April

Standing In A Daze

2007-05-18T11:01:00.000-05:00

Standing with mind in a daze
how some people live their lives.
Rubbing me the wrong way
yet, never do they apologize.

As I drive my way to where ever
trash from the car in front blows.
The lack of signals to tell us
what you're doing, no one knows.

Standing with mind in a daze
terrorized by your lack of care.
Cell at ear, yelling at child in back
ignore driving as you comb your hair.

Major intersections, a zoo
accousted with multi begging cups.
Each in turn has a tale of woe
which so easily erupts.

Standing with mind in a daze
ignoring children's needs.
Families racked with pain
as each soul begins to bleed.

Nary a thought arises
as wayward minds float
in an absence of consideration
they rise with ignorant bloat.

Standing with mind in a daze
viewing the horror of dumb.
Belittling the grace of society
is making me awefully numb.

Where did we drop off reality
and allow this terrible mar.
We gave up on "Love thy neighbor"
in its place a nasty scar.

Standing with mind in a daze
not coping with these frivilous ways.
Call me old fashion or out of touch
I loathe these hedonist days.

Awash in the stench of appathy
no one accepts the blame.
Just sue anyone who dares
to even mention their name.

Standing with mind in a daze
a catastrophy to address.
Lacking the lasting energy
have worn out all my best.

So forlon I feel in it
a spiralling circus pit.
Not only complaining
but writing and not quit.

Del Cano 2005 July

I Can't See Tomorrow

2007-05-18T10:55:00.000-05:00

I can't see tomorrow
today is just too long
each hour drags on by
like an old blues song

Can't reach for a drink
stopped many years ago
Aint never snorted cocain
no, not one little blow

I can't see tomorrow
gotta get thru today.
Somehow push on thru
to make a better way.

Ain't never begged before
intimate and humbling affair.
Everything closing in on me
frig and cubbard both bare.

I can't see tomorrow
wonder what it may bring.
It's even getting hard
to keep the songs I sing.

Troubling times arrived
hanging like a willow tree.
Dragging with it shadows
stabbing fear all over me.

Them ole blues tunes
record today's sorrow.
Cloudy like "muddy waters"
I just can't see tomorrow.

Del Cano 2006 Feb

Heaven, Are You Listening

2007-05-18T10:49:00.000-05:00

Heaven, are you listening?
Can you hear the hollow cries
Do you see the grief building
Shown thru tear stained eyes.

Heaven, do you know the pain
created by life's lonely route
Do you know the sounds
when a hurting heart cries out.

Heaven, are you listening?
Are you aware of her needs
Seems you still wait for her
now that she's planted the seeds.

Heaven, oh, heaven, hear me
your child of God is on her way.
Soon she will be at rest
no more pain in her day.

Del Cano 2007 January

Affirming Our Future

2007-05-18T08:03:00.000-05:00

I take a deep breath
then look over at you
Affirming with eyes
things we often do.

A certain sort of pact
bounds us as one.
Heading towards our day
of sharing in the sun.

Darkness cloaked us
while waiting for this day.
Dragging heavy baggage
along that frightful way.

Within the box of pretend
we slithered thru the crack.
Pulled ourselves thru it
in hopes we'd never go back.

Forward, we looked
focusing on the then.
Convencing ourselves
it wouldn't be the end.

A new beginning
we begged to partake.
Buiding on our creation
our whole lives at stake.

Time to toss the cloak
add a new vest of light.
Showing the entire world
we can now do it right.

Sighing a deep breath
eyes sharing a glance.
Affirming all is well
continuing our romance.

Del Cano 2007 April

Explosive Passionate Seed

2007-05-18T07:42:00.000-05:00

Her presence always brings an intensity
coupled with a powerful urge and need.
The woman stirs the deepest parts of me
building like an explosive passionate seed.

I have little control over it
has a mind of its very own
Each encounter is more intense
the best since I've been grown.

Her body calls out to me
her kisses raise me to the roof.
It feels positively overwhelming
as if a romantic movie spoof.

I drool in her presence
fingers crave her every touch.
Explosive desires ignite
when held within her clutch.

I wallow in her embrace
never failing to touch my soul.
Those mighty passionate kisses
hilight the outlines so bold.

Strips me of any doubts
lingering from a wayward thought.
Passions shoot like stars up high
with all the love she's brought.

Some call it a wrong complex
my heart feeds upon her score
As the days tick on into infinity
I keep on begging for more.

She is intensity personified
kissing me to a risen mound.
Always seem to be floating
rarely touching ground.

I love me some of that woman
with each meet a passion's spill
tho ever within a questioned state
no doubt I always will.

Del Cano 2007 April

From Tattered Pages Of Yesterday

2007-05-18T07:35:00.000-05:00

From tattered pages of yesterday
I chanced a look back in time.
Caught by the worn corners
life was not always a rhyme.

Saw mysteries of childhood
first time aware of the snow;
mommy holding my hand
yet allowing room so I could grow.

Eyes caught the scenery
the wonderous mountain tops.
While streams meandered
right thru the farmer's crops.

The first time I saw cotton
felt the pain of ancesters blow.
So much became a learning process
I just had an urge to know.

From tattered pages of yesterday
thru the years I spent in school.
The stumblings and errors
trying to learn society's rules.

A world different I had known
even a war to upset the cart.
Corporate America's lessons learned
never could get it in my heart.

Building a life with my love
from childhood to fully grown man.
Somehow it slipped on away
she no longer held tight my hand.

Streaming thru actions
building a business of my own.
Flying round the world in style
so many places I have flown.

When that got old and tiresome
back to my real love of construction.
Rehabbing rooms and houses
tho it seemed a bit of reduction.

From tattered pages of yesterday
light shines a beaming haze.
So many years slipped on by
arrived at another phase.

Each worn and curled up corner
spins a show of where I've been.
Children thru the ages now grown
long lost or passed on friends.

The river became my time line
as it meanders on thru its flow.
Now when I feel unsteady
the waters edge is where I go.

I sigh with every episode
since coming all the way of age.
From time to time I take a look
at yesterday's tattered page.

Del Cano 2007 May

No More Ecstasy Than This

2006-10-26T20:55:00.000-05:00

A piano sonata in my head
soft music is the background
Your breath on my face
not another soul around.

Each note but a song
whispered out quite clear.
As our lips play the scales
breathing, all we can hear.
.
Percussioning hearts
pounding to a crescendo.
Moans holding the bass
way down deep and low.

A refrain of fluted spears
hovers in the heated air.
Lust raising the level
music exploding everywhere.

Drums, cymbals ignite
pulsing limbs on the move.
Loud panting, the solo
rocking in our own groove.

Passion conducts
music grows more intense
volcanic quakes and spills
love's powerful incense.

In the solitude of the glow
music fading into the abyss
We, floating on our cloud
no more ecstasy than this.

Del Cano 2006 October

A Well Spring Of Emotions

2006-10-26T20:50:00.000-05:00

There's a deep seated need
in how I am craving you
perhaps a substitute of sorts
it penetrates me all thru.

I have no idea all the reasons
but accept one as a fact.
Since having you in my life
my soul is coming back.

Feelings which I thought
had long been buried
now are springing up
like bouquets being carried.

You touched something inside
a wellspring of emotions.
Now you have me smiling
with all the inner commotions.

Thank you, dear, I gotta say
feels like a new arising
how you reached in and touched
so very very surprising.

Life had done its thing
reeked havoc beyond knowing
till you came along with your love
spread it on me like snowing.

Del Cano 2006 October

Within Her Atmosphere

2006-10-26T20:03:00.000-05:00

Anticipation for her, so great
as if a my life depended on her.
Seeing her is a powerful feel
with all else in a sort of blur.

Her presence raises my senses
drives my inner yearning soul.
Can't find anything to compare
to match her touch, so bold.

Nothing satisfies me
like having her near.
As if my world aligns just right
within her atmosphere.

Del Cano 2006 October

I Shed Tomorrow's Tears

2006-10-12T21:15:00.000-05:00

I shed tomorrow's tears today
ready for the pain yet to come
knowing how life has gone awry
letting them drip out for some.

I shed tomorrow's tears right now
for how my country fades from grace
Mistaken leaders tell bold lies
with shallow grins upon their face.

I shed tears which will certainly be
a flood for what is down the road.
Resulting from troubled times
we are living with a liars code.

Time to stop this madness
corral this runaway facade
Created in greed's mighty lust
leading liars have made.

I shed tomorrow's tears today
allow them to drip free and clear.
Keep trying to wake up the masses
while chaos grows freely here.

Del Cano 2006 October

Your Words Made Love To Me

2006-10-12T21:08:00.000-05:00

I think your words
have just made love to me.
I think I have just been
hung in sort of rhapsody.

Think my need has been
satiated to the point
they're now converted
to a simple want.

Anything you say
which comes from the soul
makes a whole nother
saved pot of gold

I think your words
have just made love to me

Del Cano Edited 2006 October

Memories Ring

2006-10-10T22:20:00.000-05:00

At times a touch may ring
a real joyous tune for sure
but wonderment and pain
might back it out the door.

We stammer in our feel
for how a touch might be
yet crave fulfillment with
touches, yes including me.

No matter what the status
treasure each touch for real
tuck the memory deep inside
to keep forever, or at least until....

Del Cano 2006 October

As I Drift About With Ease

2006-10-01T23:24:00.000-05:00

Funny Thing Happened

2006-09-24T08:40:00.000-05:00

Funny thing happened
on the road to diversity
I was stopped for driving black

but everything asked for
was available
nothin was showing lack.

Oddest stuff comes up
when I take a forward step.
Requirements change again
As if doing that time
I had slept.

Strange things happen
on the way to diversity
Always a needed flaw

Even if I say not a word
am accused of many ills
Tho silent was both
my mouth and my jaw.

Not one iota of relief
the lie keeps on growing
As if accuzations were just for me
yet, I am the one in the knowing.

I gotta be a comedian
to deal with these tales of woe.
Ignorance shows its face
no matter where it is I go.

Funny thing happened
on the way to diversity.
I was accused of being an ass
Had to chuckle in the knowing
got enough to teach the whole class.

Hmmm, funny thing happened
on the way to diversity.

Del Cano 2006 September

Roses and Drought

2006-08-27T18:46:00.000-05:00

My garden suffered from drought
too much sun for their luscious bloom.
So sad to walk thru the roses
just too much sadness and gloom.

So I went to the florist
bought her a long stem red rose.
included a note from me
"I love you, don't you suppose."

She smiled that lighted ray
thanked me sweetly and grinned.
Kissed me and whispered
think you will do it again?

Last week I sent her 3 roses
one of each of color she adores.
They made her cheery and thankful
like lounging on island shores.

Today I sent a dozen mixed roses
all in a crystal glass vase.
A jester telling her I still care
love the beam it brings to her face.

Too much going on to tend
to the flowers, especially the roses.
But a bloom now and again
tickles the senses thru the noses.

They are so special to her
inspires me to write and act.
Now I look forward to next year
unless the drought is coming back.

Del Cano 2006 August

You Might Not Conceive

2006-08-26T05:22:00.000-05:00

You have no idea the flavor
I see and taste from you.
When I let my mind wander
you are there thru and thru.

You might not conceive
how the want of you can last.
Like a chocolate eclair
or wine in a crystal glass.

You have no idea the limits
you take my mind's array
or how much we share within
thru the hours of the day.

I wear you like a crown
my sweet and sultry Queen
for all the passions visited
the most I've ever seen.

You strike chords galore
and smile me a bright day.
While forever drifts on along
I hold you special in my way.

Often you are but a sigh
a delicious dream come true.
While my life meanders on
it always includes you.

Del Cano 2006 August

You Are Calling Me

2006-08-20T20:56:00.000-05:00

Your lips are calling me
to taste your special flavor
As I consider your neck
more of you to savor.

Your arms are calling me
for your marvelous embrace
as I watch that sultry grin
spread cross your face.

Your thighs are calling me
a potent gripping force
to squeeze and caress
and pulsate, but of course.

Your legs are calling me
as sensual as I have seen.
A lustful sort of come on
for me to dive between.

You, my sultry lady,
are calling me to you
visions of ultra pleasures
with all you wish to do.

Del Cano 2006 August

It Must Be How You Are

2006-08-20T20:51:00.000-05:00

I have loved before
and offered up my star
but not like I do you
it must be how you are.

I crave me some you
lust to the highest power.
A longing increasing
every minute, every hour.

Your presence is a gift
or more like it is a prize.
You so entangle my senses
with just the blink of your eyes.

I sleep with you in mind
body remains aware.
It lies in a pointed state
as if you were there.

Can feel you caress me
hold me close up and tight
and with the way you love me
I crave you both day and night.

Can't take the simplest action
without having you in mind.
As my thoughts wallow on you
see you as a fine aged wine.

Want to always touch you
hands to fondle, fingers caress.
Starting any place I can reach
then head for the rest.

You feed my normal heat
drive my body to insane.
Its a wonder I don't pass out
when you simply call my name.

Baby, I loathe when we are apart
soul begs for you with a mighty yearn.
The slightest of a thought
keeps me in a sultry burn.

I want you and need you
like I never wanted before.
And I must let you know this
there's love for you in store.

I have loved before
and offered up my star
but not like I do you
it must be how you are.

Del Cano 2006 August

If I Don't Make It to Heaven

2006-08-20T20:49:00.000-05:00

If I don't make it to heaven
I've been graced by what you do
I've already had my blessings
with the time I've spent with you.

If I don't cross those pearlie gates
I have no reason to complain
The years I've shared with you
no less a soothing Spring Rain.

If I fail to make it to heaven
I have plenty to tell the folk
I've been in my earthly oasis
in bearing your loving yoke.

If I don't make it to heaven
I still will pass a happy man.
hoping to stay in your presence
forever, if I can.

It won't rock my world
if heaven locks its door
cause loving you, to me
has got to be a lot more.

Del Cano 2006 August

A Chance Meeting

2006-08-06T20:51:00.000-05:00

A chance meeting from time to time
on your way with him someplace.
Nothing more than a look or sly grin
to others, a blank look on your face.

I read every line and each arch
now months later, it seems
thru a stroke of bad luck
you're now star of my dreams.

A chance encounter moved
us both to center stage
finding an underlying lust
with passion all the rage.

An accidental bump, a touch
sent waves thru and thru.
As I found we shared the want
yes, the likes of me and you.

Simply watching you reach
or stoop to grab a brush.
Felt the pangs of desire
a maddening sort of rush.

Not long later our eyes met
to a longing stare and look.
Those same glances and arch
I read you like a book.

Low guttural moaning sounds
seemed to drip from your lip.
As I went about my tasks
making sure a glance would slip.

Each met with a steady eye
a real come on if I ever knew.
Yet, I tried to keep a distance
some space 'tween me and you.

All just a waste of time
the effort was for naught.
Couldn't hold back from the bait
that passion we had wrought.

I see promise in each glance
a chance meeting at some time.
Till then I'll be the words we studder
and you, dear, can be the rhyme.

Del Cano 2006 August

Night Time Brings On Whispers

2006-07-21T22:51:00.000-05:00

Night time brings on whispers
soft as a southern raindrop
Dripping words of passion
each night brings a new crop.

Like a star shooting
across the soft night sky
Each word has as an aim
to please the watching eye.

Some words send kisses
to smooch awaiting lips
Sweet as honey dew melon
they carry lover's scripts.

Over miles and mountains
deserts and river's bend
Each with a special message
from lover to lover we send.

Not one shall be a waste
let their meaning arise
and spark another conversation
to be seen lovers eyes.

Del Cano 2006 July

Peeping In A Mirror

2006-06-25T23:54:00.000-05:00

Reading you is like seeing a mirror
one from deep in my mind's eye
A reflection of the world I keep hid
thou you feel like a lover's spy.

Never far from the real truth
the one which flutters on the edge
as I tip toe round the opening
seems you are nearby on the ledge.

Only thing I regret in the knowing
you were not there at first to share
but now all I need is to inhale
and you appear right from thin air.

I thank my lucky stars for you
for every bit of joy you bring
while I am forever fluttering inside
my heart does dance and sing.

Del Cano 2006 June

A Toast To You

2006-06-25T23:35:00.000-05:00

Bubbling like a seltzer
dribbling over cubes of ice.
The joy you bring to me
a lot better than nice.

Words I let be exposed
actually are but a soft touch
Tho my soul really craves
to wallow in your clutch.

Like vapors drenching me
from breaths inhaled quite deep.
A fantasy of sort from dreams
I wish I were able to keep.

I'll treasure you like champaign
holding a fluted toasted kiss.
Letting you know your value
making heaven less than this.

Del Cano 2006 June