Nature's True Fun

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

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

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

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

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

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

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