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
Sunday, September 30, 2007
Tuesday, September 25, 2007
Uttered In Heavenly Voice
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
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
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
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
Sunday, September 09, 2007
Stumbling Back Into View
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
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
Friday, August 31, 2007
That Was Joyce
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.
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.
Thursday, August 30, 2007
Come, Sit with Me
Come sit with me a spell
share the sunlight in the dark.
Look up at the moons glow
sitting here at noon in the park.
Look, the ducks asking us
what country from whence we come.
Why we don't paddle the water
seeking a morsel crumb.
Oh, mighty oak tree speak
to us of lovers before we came.
Tell us tales how we touch
making sensual bliss the same.
See, look at the fish jump
might they speak to us too?
Like the big breasted robin
strutting round me and you.
Come, sit with me awhile
let the natural order of things
massage your lonely thoughts
making new bells to ring.
Can you hear the wind whisper
the waves lapping along the shore.
Humming tunes from the heart
opening wider ecstasy's door.
Can you see all the treats
we often allow to drift by.
While looking for other treats
the best is before our eye.
Come share the essence
the flavor of nature's soul.
Let imagination flourish
thoughts to be quite bold.
Come, sit with me awhile
linger in a comforted mind set.
You are certain to be soothed
while sitting with me, I bet.
Del Cano 2007 August
share the sunlight in the dark.
Look up at the moons glow
sitting here at noon in the park.
Look, the ducks asking us
what country from whence we come.
Why we don't paddle the water
seeking a morsel crumb.
Oh, mighty oak tree speak
to us of lovers before we came.
Tell us tales how we touch
making sensual bliss the same.
See, look at the fish jump
might they speak to us too?
Like the big breasted robin
strutting round me and you.
Come, sit with me awhile
let the natural order of things
massage your lonely thoughts
making new bells to ring.
Can you hear the wind whisper
the waves lapping along the shore.
Humming tunes from the heart
opening wider ecstasy's door.
Can you see all the treats
we often allow to drift by.
While looking for other treats
the best is before our eye.
Come share the essence
the flavor of nature's soul.
Let imagination flourish
thoughts to be quite bold.
Come, sit with me awhile
linger in a comforted mind set.
You are certain to be soothed
while sitting with me, I bet.
Del Cano 2007 August
Sunday, August 26, 2007
Stories Need To Be Told
They asked how it was
I came to express those times.
I simply lived them then
now made them into rhyme.
Some say they are poetic
others think them but prose.
Me? I don't know nor care
part of me I refuse to close.
You see, I spent too many years
living to please those who I couldn't.
Many wanted more than I could give
to others I just wouldn't.
I have stories needing to be told
tales which help make me who I am.
After years and years of mockery
some treat the facts like Spam.
From when I was first able to feel
my skin curled and itched.
Something was always amiss
emotions rose to a fever pitch.
I've got to tell it. It has to come out
Much of what I was taught were lies.
Facing the realities was rough
often bringing tears to my eyes.
I rebelled and fought back
did every positive thing I could.
Jumped through all the hoops
least the ones I thought I should.
My rebellion made me stronger
opened my eyes to the darkness there.
I found people to be a mixed bag
some painful others tried to be fair.
The stage was already set for me
I stood right in the center of it.
Voice raised and arms up high
my rebellion wouldn't quit.
When they clapped and clapped
I refused to leave the mark
They yelled and yelled more
till it sounded like a bark.
No, I would not give in
kept on with the show
Had to make sure my pain
was there for all to know.
Never will forget a question
it haunts me still today.
"What is it you want from us"
are the words I hear them say.
Like a rag doll hanging
the words wilt in my soul
Is it so hard for them to see
I don't think I'm being bold.
I want the same as you
no more yet, no less.
Just treat me with respect
you know equality is the best.
Del Cano 2007 August
I came to express those times.
I simply lived them then
now made them into rhyme.
Some say they are poetic
others think them but prose.
Me? I don't know nor care
part of me I refuse to close.
You see, I spent too many years
living to please those who I couldn't.
Many wanted more than I could give
to others I just wouldn't.
I have stories needing to be told
tales which help make me who I am.
After years and years of mockery
some treat the facts like Spam.
From when I was first able to feel
my skin curled and itched.
Something was always amiss
emotions rose to a fever pitch.
I've got to tell it. It has to come out
Much of what I was taught were lies.
Facing the realities was rough
often bringing tears to my eyes.
I rebelled and fought back
did every positive thing I could.
Jumped through all the hoops
least the ones I thought I should.
My rebellion made me stronger
opened my eyes to the darkness there.
I found people to be a mixed bag
some painful others tried to be fair.
The stage was already set for me
I stood right in the center of it.
Voice raised and arms up high
my rebellion wouldn't quit.
When they clapped and clapped
I refused to leave the mark
They yelled and yelled more
till it sounded like a bark.
No, I would not give in
kept on with the show
Had to make sure my pain
was there for all to know.
Never will forget a question
it haunts me still today.
"What is it you want from us"
are the words I hear them say.
Like a rag doll hanging
the words wilt in my soul
Is it so hard for them to see
I don't think I'm being bold.
I want the same as you
no more yet, no less.
Just treat me with respect
you know equality is the best.
Del Cano 2007 August
Subscribe to:
Posts (Atom)