Night Time Rain

Seems like in a downpour
we've passed each other by
yet not knowing one another
both seeking the same lullaby.

So pleasant and soft, drenching
soothing our souls again
awash in heaven's blissful tears
come on down, night time rain.

DelCano 2004-June

Shhhhh.... Hush

she's listening
to the "dawn"
sunrise
rings so sweet
her sensitivity
broadens my scope
senses
more complete.

she hears
nightfall
cloaking starry sky
depths of her
perception
beyond normal eye.

Her eyes
see deeper
than those in a rush
sensitivities
so tender

sssssh ........hush.......

Del Cano 2004

Magic Carpet Ride

Magic Carpet Ride

DelCano 4/15/04

Grab my hand and hold on

we shall take a joyous ride

you'll be touched by the stars

better to view by my side.

You'll see wonderous sights

brilliance to touch the senses

and all the amazing glories

not retained by any fences.

Just let your soul soar

wide open and left free

Guarantee the satisfaction

you shall share with me.

Your future will be amazing

changed from yesterday's low

and your desire shall reach

heights you never did know.

Just take my hand in yours

let us leap into the shies

and I promise there's no end

to the joy you'll realize.

I know you might wonder

how might any of this be

There's no doubt you have

never seen what you shall see.

Hold on tight. Squeeze me

I want you close at my side

so you miss not one drop of my love

when we go on this magic carpet ride.

 

 

 

Nothing Could Go Wrong

The lake was reflective and placid
and sang a lovely song.
and though I missed a few fish
nothing could go wrong.

the geese dove and played
the frogs sung a belching song
the turtles sat on a log watching
nothing could go wrong.

the waters edge lapped
sang a hymal type song
a black snake fell from a tree
nothing could go wrong.

O, I soaked in the sereness
and sung to God a song
with gospel voice of praise
nothing could go wrong.

Del Cano 2004 April

 

Disenchantment

 Often times I think about the past
when we used to just walk and talk.
We use to hold hands and laugh
Our life was a dream, we thought.

Foolish how we were when so young
and the days ticked on endlessly.
Didn't take time for future plans
But lived so wildly and hurriedly.

Oh yes, the years did come
and fate did take its toll.
We lived our lives rapidly
till before long we grew old.

Now, that I have lost you
my heart grows weak with pain.
Gee, it would be great to have you back
so we could be young and foolish - again.

Posted on November 24th, 2002

Del Cano, 1976-Aug

A Holy Marriage

A Holy Marriage 

Ah, so tender the eyes
which see such delicate fair
a petal in glorious float
waiting dewdrop in the air.
And you see the marvel
rejuvenation about to be
brand new buds appear
as dew doth water thee.
Every one a torrid view
lustfully opening wide
each fed by nectar's drop
exploding from deep inside.
Doth thou know the magic
as water touches the rose
so blessed a marriage
breath taking in its pose.  

Del Cano 2004

 

Flickering Flame

Flickering Flame

The trips I take
down your nape
are thrilling dear
when you're near
get a burst
of lust's thirst
touch of hair
erotic there
lifting it high
sensuality cry
exposing neck 
a loving trek
breath hung
inspired tongue
each flick
candlestick
warmth erratic
damn, climatic.

Del Cano 2004-June

 

 

Pic Nic In The Rain

Your neighborhood menagery
sounds about as wild as mine
all I need do is fire up the pit
the wild bunch shows up in kind.

On Memorial Day I lit the fire
aroma was traced to my house
Samuel brought his turkey frier
Nelly with her one eared spouse.

Can't call any of them cheap
they come prepared to bite the bullet
all bring their favorite choice of meat
but side dishes, no. Got to pull it.

This time was louder than the last
started to pour down heavy with rain
tying up tarps for all of us was a blast
but no one got angry they came.

I had to get my rainsuit from the van
the others scattered to get their gear
and just as if all of this were in the plan
they showed back up with wine and beer.

Pit smoking. Turkey frying up a storm
oil bubbling over the sides in a rage
not a one seemed to give a wet darn
as if they were stuck in a warped cage.

Now, I really can't add much to this tale
other neighbors seemed to watch in disdain
while we loud talked, told lies and sailed
we had a ball with our picnic in the rain.
 

Ecliptic Sky

Oh, I saw the ecliptic sky
reflected thru your eye
and every delectable sight
was like love taking a bite.

O Beloved, your existance
more brilliant than the stars,
stampedes my resistance
shoots my soul to Mars.

The taste of your lips
leads me more to crave
can't seem just to sip
driven like a love slave.

You sing a lovely song
you cook a honeyed brew
stirring takes not long
senses bursting thru.

No matter words said
stories shout out loud
you kiss our lovers bed
shun inquisitive crowd.

None, but we know
this dance to be so right
didn't take long to show
damn, you were good...last night.

Praise the Ecliptic Sky. 

Love it. 

Disappointment

Disappointment

She had a stature which stunned
head held high in the knowing
eyes would be on her and follow
her walk picturesque and flowing.

Hair braided tightly and dangling
swaying joyfully down her back;
proudly displaying confidence
broadcasting with no slack.

Shock gripped when she smiled
eyes twinkled seemingly in a wink.
My heart jumped as I noticed
she was looking at me, I think.

My smile broadened sheepishly
how wonderful you noticed me.
Heart began to pump its tingly beat
so lovely a lady I'm glad to see.

Your approach was flawless
swept me off my feet like a pushbroom
almost missed the words you purred,
"sir, can you direct me to the restroom."

Del Cano 2004, June

 

Grab Hold To Prodigal Ease

Grab Hold To Prodigal Ease

Enduring footprints will surely know
to watch you dance in amber glow
as fireflies captive, with friendly eyes
dangle bits of light which hypnotize.
Awoke from sleep with blowing flute
sweet harmonies endearingly cute
tapped the powers which be on the head
perhaps their hearts too can be fed
but if they fail in seeing the magic
I feel their hearts have fallen tragic
from greenery and wherein may rest
too much of life's bare tenderness
for all which seek the way to fly
must point their hearts up to the sky.

So merrily, the night long dance
can touch not only full romance
but simply the prodigal of ease
hums loving tunes which please
the shallowest hearts which drift
might count it also as a gift
for a state of pardoning giving
to make life much better in living
and as for all the human race
needing a glow on their face
I say look, watch up in the sky
you'll see festal nights drifting by
and if you wish to join the happy fray
open your hearts each and everyday.
Titch and Del Cano say to you, please
grab hold of heaven's "Prodigal Ease".

{Inspired by and using many of Titch's
words from "Prodigal Ease"}

Del Cano 2004

You Love Me With Your Eyes

You Love Me With Your Eyes

You love me with your eyes
and reach the deepest well.
The slightest of a moment
may birth a new love cell.

You touch me with your eyes
ravishing my senses anew
not allowing a relaxed void
I treasure the radiance of you.

You warm me with your eyes
and glow a luscious hue.
My kaleidoscope of feelings
erupts for the world to view.

You coat me with your love
like soft rain from the skies
making me beam and shine
as you love me with your eyes.

Final Flirt

Lady, let me flirt with you
'fore I forget the reason why.
I have not forgotten the fluidity
of a lusciously moving thigh.

Let me smell the nectar
you whisk up in the air
or just a tiny little whiff
from the flavor of your hair.

Ma'am, let me just say,
"I like those sultry lips.
The way you sway in step
tunes your moving hips."

I may as well say it,
"I am caressed by your smile
and the strength of your gait
shows you've got the style."

I beg you, don't be angry
at my bold and forward talk.
Not meant to insult you;
I bathe in your sultry walk.

See, I mean you no harm.
No way do I tend to hurt.
Chose you for my last lustful look
and my final wayward flirt.

Edited by: DelCano at: 1/1/04 4

Spread It Around

Spread It Around

We reach for the deepest feelings
In our attempt to pull every bit out
And grasp the strings of hearts
As we wield our verses clout.

At times we stomp and yell
Then tender goes the word
To touch the souls of mankind
extremes you’ve never heard.

We stand in judgment of us
And tell all we just tried
To reach the depths of feelings
and not keep them held inside.

We sow love, sorrow and pain
Like seeds we spread the news
And cultivate the crop of verse
So others may share our blues.

Edited by: Pleasing Persephone at: 5/16/04 10:06 am
titch k
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Reply Re: Spread It Around - smile I shall even light your pipe you wonderful soul - this an example of your majesty in flight!
love Titch

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Re: Spread It Around

Love it!!!!

~Dragged to the depths of Hell
I still spring eternal~


~Please visit my webpage~
Kelly’s Kreations

DelCano
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Re: Spread It Around I am honored Titch. Flight can be wearing though. And the wind.

Thanks Titch.

Spencer

Pleasing Persephone
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Re: Spread It Around Just had to come back to this!!!!!!

~Dragged to the depths of Hell
I still spring eternal~


~Please visit my webpage~
Kelly’s Kreations

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Re: Spread It Around ~Persephone's Pick~ I am honored. THANK YOU, PLEASING!

Spencer

Edited by: DelCano at: 5/16/04 9:43 pm
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Re: Spread It Around ~Persephone's Pick~ I like this. Especially those last two lines.

Bet

*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
The caged bird sings with a fearful trill
of things unknown but longed for still
and his tune is heard on the distant hill
for the caged bird sings of freedom.


~Maya Angelou

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Re: Spread It Around ~Persephone's Pick~ Thank you, Diva. So appreciate your read and comment.

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Whose Calling The Kettle Black

(A Response To Pleasing Persephone's, "Grey Becomes You"

Ok, Ok! Call me grey
got you way out here
teased you to play;
dangling sharp spear
aimed directly at thee
whilst smirking smile
cloaked mysteriously,
hovers just a while.
Game was chosen
left for you to do
chipped at the frozen
packaged taboo;
to spill and drain
causing a scream
begging my name
pouring warm creame
as the unfolding goes
thighs leaping fire
melting all the froze
pent up desire.
Begged, tooth and nail
a good wrestling match;
loving like fire and hail
as I grab thy body, snatch
your soul, hold and hug
making thy heart sing
smashing out that smug
grin, bells ring, ding!
Goldie, my dear vamp,
you bouncy mighty tease
I'll hold you like a clamp
I'm designed to please.
There aint no taking back
hear every word you say.
Whose calling the kettel black?
Still think I look good in grey?

Del Cano 2004

Canopy of The Evening

 (A Collaboration with Titch)

And many a night, tangled
in a silver braid; That tosses
a petal or two away!

But, did you not see the shadow
at your shoulder?
Have you no recall of my promise
to be there, to assist you
ev'r in times of trouble?
Has thou heart been so heavy
sorrowful land, and you have lost a wing?
O to fly again, and breathe speechless
the scents of the heavens;
Whilst a whisper of the breeze,
featherly hand, reflecting
and caress thy breast

As the blossom of Spring
burst its' marvelous array,
to soothe thy soul;
Like the Forsythia, painting
its annual yellow cloud burst;
Speaking only a language
of comfort....
Have thou wings forgotten
how to lift thee back into
the "canopy of the evening"?
O dear, I pray thou has not succumbed
to the travesty, in a world seeming
crazy by repetition; Constantly
crossing over, the dusty ways
Which is madness anyway!

And many a night, tangled
in a silver braid; That tosses
a petal or two away!

© Spencer - Titch K - 2004 March

You Done Healed Me, Honey

You Done Healed Me, Honey
Inspired by Ms Jones's "Healing You"

Beyond a doubt
got worked out
healed wounds
none too soon
felt the embrace
love in the face
of pain's saddle
fought and battled
you, so smooth
deep in a groove
of loves desire
ignited the fire
opened my heart
tore it apart
made it bleed
planted a seed
words I heard
love's the word
felt your soul
true as gold
more precious than money
"you done healed me, honey."

Del Cano 2004

Auriferiously Fed

Auriferously (Goldenly) Fed
(Response to Titch's Auriferous)

O, I be thee submerged
in thy honeycomb's taste
vigorously chasing the urge
to gobble it all, my grace.
Ravish? Is there a better word
in gorging on thy fruit
shifting from first to third
I know ev'ry bit the route.

Thy golden chalice held
in a most tenderly fashion
but the slurping does meld
our bursting out the passion.
And as the rising juices flow
from places deep inside
thy soul flames and shall go
on a mighty sensuous ride.
Multi-colored beams ignite
orgasm blows feet to head;
entwined provocative sight
helplessly falling... well fed.

DelCano-May,2004

Disclaimer: Might I say this is another of my writes inspired instantly from a reading. Poetic joy tis the only purpose.

Words Of Fire

You ever stepped into WOF
alone, with not another soul.
Imagine all those words staring
acting pompous, quite bold.

When no one else is around
they visit from forum to forum
relax and play, let down the hair
no need for uppity decorum.

See poems are but an order
we put our influence upon
we may call it anything
rhyme, free verse, even porn.

But do we consult the words
before striking them a new route
or just go ahead make the decision
like we know what its about.

Check this out. You might be stunned
no, think I'll say," you will be surprised"
at the hellava conversations I heard
the laughing brought tears to the eyes.

I overheard a conjunction, "and"
say she was pregnant with more
than one connection to a sentence
with others too, at least a score.

And the verbs were raising,
I mean raising some serious cane
bout how they get so little chance
to really move against the insane.

I stayed in hiding and peeped
cause they were up in arms
commas were dancing with colons
like they were on funny farms.

In one forum they had a line dance
participles, nouns, adjectives, adverbs
arm in arm kicking it up in glee
shouting out, "ain't this absurd. "

Forgot myself for a minute
tripped over a big pronoun,
instantly, all activity stopped
quiet, like a prison compound.

I got in a hurry fast, and ran
words were seathing in desire
slid thru prior to the Combust
before it turned to "Words Of Fire."


Del Cano 2004

Champ? Know You Kidding!

Champ? Know You Kidding!

I done told you to quit
with all that stuff you drink
brings up too much ego
quick as a wink or a blink

thinking bout the way
you beez really wailing
when you get ta whoofing
then you start to sailing

raising all kindna cane
as if you owned the place
but don't you stop to think
get tired staring in your face.

get the hell outta the bar
take your hands off ya hips
head stuck up in the air
pouting with them sexy lips.

Ok, ok, call it what you wish
but stop saying you da champ
I see ya stirring up mo crap
mo like a sensual vamp.

Just look in the mirror
see what the real deal is about
folks know its you and none else
hitting the door with a loud shout.

None of them got much to say
not a damn thing they gonna tell
'cept how you call your self the champ
mo like a crazy babe from hell.

Come on now. Git your stuff
ain't nobody calling you the czar
you just riling up these folks
having a quiet drink in the bar.

And bout them peeps looking
those are not really stares
gurl, you disturbing their peace
those are really called "glares".

Come on baby. I know you feel
like the world owes you a real view
let me get you home, put you to bed
so I can take a damn good look at you.


See there. You always starting some thing, Tammy.

Quiet Storm

I hear your words
preaching that you're saved
but are you really safe
or just a flag you've waved.

I trust and believe too
keep "Him" firmly in arm
always there's a battle
a sort of quiet storm.

Never take forgranted
the power of the angst
all pleasantness is not
blessed by the saints.

Don't ever look too far
beyond where you be today
cause over yonder, always
might cause one to stray.

Just remember that true
blessings are normally warm
and no matter who you are
there is always a "Quiet Storm".

Del Cano 2004

I Too Built A Bridge

Your words gripped the soul
forced me to think some more
said my shadow would be shed
my heart dropped to the floor.

Seems that chasm got wider
as broad as the deep blue sea;
oh, but I'll still be watching you
while you attempt to shed me.

I saw the angst in your eyes
as you stepped "in air on trust"
but your giving in to doubt
was the start of the end of us.

I too built a bridge, embedded
deep in the rocks of the soul
trusting only in love, shared,
doubting not, deep and bold.

Visions you failed to explain
kept us drifting and suspended;
even beyond the horizon's view
of rainbows, you transended.

I shall watch where you walk
wills and wishes are but sand
when that chasm "is" narrowed
need only to reach for my hand.

Shed my shadow! Let tears cleanse.
Go seek your horizons at the ridge.
When those rainbows have been spent
remember ..."I Too Built A Bridge".


(Inspired by Patricia's "My Bridge of Creation"

Spring Rain

O sweet spring rain
each drop of heavens joy
touch my garden again
as roses perk, shy and coy.
Kissed in soothing fashion
senses near insane
with breaths of passion;
blessed sweet spring rain.

DelCano 2004,April

O Brilliant Sunset

O brilliant sunset. Thy most lovely view
you frame the perfect picture for lovers
whispering and pulling ever so gently
your velvet raiment as special covers
beneath your most precious caress
every tender desire is adrift in thy mist
exposing even the unwilling to sensuality
the most notable for a lover’s tryst.

Auburn clouds shielding fragments of rays
just above the shadowy overture of mountains
inhaling the moist air from the waters' dew
creating the wistful elements of lovers fountains.
You, O brilliant sunset, engulfing every fiber
of the sensory, touches the inner most parts
of the deepest and hidden of lovers cravings
producing spastic rhythms in all the hearts.

Engulfing, swallowing, consuming all doubts
of the existence of a love haven before their eyes
all feel that splendor of your  passionate aura,
an earthly sanctuary for willing hearts, a paradise.
You, blushing sunset, with protective mountains
looming just above the horizon, sighs in glee
whispers an invitation to tantalize inside the bosom
and rapture the hearts of all who come.... so joyfully.
 

DelCano 2004,June

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Ooo Wee!

Ooo Wee! Thy mind doth run
thru mighty pulsed levels of fun
joy of passion dangling from vine
a most favorite subject of mine.

A connoisseur of juicy fruit
based in love's tasty root.
Thy wild visions of the slurp
driving satisfaction to a burp.
 
DelCano-May,2004

Soaring Love

You hath spun my heart into orbit
unmercifully satiated enchantment; 
touched with flavor of the ripest of berries,
encased my soul in the richness of
indescribable rhythmic flutters
to birth ever expanding love.

My wildest imagined forays
could never have reached
the depths of affection
you so readily cloak me with.
You, are the dream I dared not reach to;
ecstasy written time and time again
whilst deaf to all but your symphonies of love.

Readily, I go down on my knees
tasting of exotic fruits and so ever,
ever such a delight to find. And
whilst there, shout out your praises
and beg that this be not a mirage,
an incorrect dream, a horrible trick
played on me.
Down on my knees
I shout out in praise and pray I shall
never awaken if this be but a haze.
Let me forever dream! Luscious dreams,
ling’ ring only of you!

Never known passion so vivid,
desire as bursty with flames
as when you are near
and kisses laden with the
sweetest of honey, dripping of more.
You raise the volume of breath,
deny negative vibrations entrance;
levitate my spirit to a dangling
suspended on-going enchantment.

O love, thy body of small stature,
keenly tuned to my world, my breast;
author of songs my soul sings joyfully
of thy dominant presence in that river
of love ever flooding beyond their banks.
You and only you, creator of my serenity,
raised the bar of sensitivity
to soaring heights.
May I dare wonder,
might heaven be less than this.

Del Cano 2004,April

 

 

From Within

Might it be that our creations
deep from within the womb of the bard
are the real sovereign resting places
tethered to hills in our mental yards.

the delusions we adeptly create
cushions us from woes and the grief
allowing for at least a tidbit
of life's pleasures and relief.

whereon we do dance and twirl
till our souls create the route
rocketing us thru the heavens
loitering, till the stars burn out.

Morning Passion

a collaboration with a new friend, DelCano : thanks for the help with the 'bloc'

Morning has broken
night slips away
beams of sunlight
announce the day.

With closed eyes
and welcoming face
sunrays and sleep
passingly embrace.

Held by a glimmer
so light a touch
soothing massage
in a loving clutch.

High emotions
like love's first kiss
seep through pores,
a sighing wish.

sue/delcano 2004

 

 

Meditate?

Meditate?

Meditate? Chile, I go into a trance;
sail out from myself from this world
pick up my drums and do a dance,
swing my arms wildly and twirl;
stomp my feet, speak in tongues
shatter the crust of the best dreams
draw from my soul till its wrung
burst out from my heart, the seams
rip the covers from ghosts of sin
expose the worst, promote the best
and as I recover from where I've been
land gently before my worn desk.

 

You Slid Into My Soul

Passion ignited o're crystal lake
richly illumed to the sweetest dreams
mellow views doth burst at seams
asthetic motions rise and quake.

On winged dreams we rise
fluttering at each a wave
not narry one bit do we save
renewing our love thru eyes.

Await thy bits of loving dole
portions metered to elevate
crying out to totally satiate
O love, you slid into my soul.

DelCan-2004,May

O Love

O precious one! Dost thou know
your presence is the reason I am?
You are the answer my soul craved
when plunged deeply in abyss;
Shadowing emptiness and pain
from the darkest of hours, though
mine eyes be blinded, my heart
saw the tiniest twinkle in the distance;

And as I began to believe, thou had not
forsaken me, the light grew well-ordered;
O, my beloved, you, the light of my soul,
burst forward from the miniscule twinkle
to a magnificent shower of stars.
As you, "an instrument of rhapsody",
ever cloaked in the sweetest of song,
and lay before me, ev'r more inviting;

Your presence ravishes, long vanished day
the deepest of my senses and singing
a song which mellows more each time
Your kisses pluck strings, never exhaustless
and You, my deep ocean of love, hath save me;
I can do no less than utter these murmurings
perhaps shout, O LOVE! sweet foliage exulted

Might we, hand in hand, dance and twirl,
before the heavens, singing of the joy!
And spread love to every corner of all worlds,
prepared to fly, following the moon?
 
 

 

My Heart Doth Blow A Fuse (Explicit)

Dear love, thy heart doth blow a fuse
raised the level of passion's fire
beyond the most of which is used
to stoke and flame a love desire.

You sweep gardens with ecstasy
lavish, full to the brim, overflow
boasting not,  yet so passionately
beaming love's brightess glow.

I ache in wanting your feel
lusciously warmed in heat
you satiate to an even keel
balanced and so complete.

Words always fail to explain
the depth of your temptation 
pulsating, alluringly the same
an entoxicating libation.

O joy, thy presence being
thy kisses do so unfurl
and when you go a step further
my body racks to joyous curl.

Passion fruit ripe on the vine
staggering flavored the taste
likened to the best of wine
shamelessly I bury my face.

Gently folding back each petal
opening the door to the bloom;
pink rose brewed in loves kettle
begging for me to consume.

Thy limbs can be like a vise
alternately pulling, scratching, flailing.
I've drifted off to serenity, nice
upon ocean soft waves, I'm sailing.

As if on cue the garden lifts
scented hues beg for the plow
passing thru forest's gifts
embalming my senses to "wow".

In the driver's seat belted tight
rest of the world falls way back
speeding towards the finishing light
out of my, driving a Cadillac.

The garden, now moist and wet
collects natures planted seeds
making room for new growth to get
forcing back potential weeds.

Spent from ecstasies lavish touch
your warmth radiating the steam
thy Garden of Eden's loving clutch
burst heavenly sensations' seams.

Count another to your loving scroll
all of passions' desires you use
in lifting me way up,  out of control.
Love, my heart doth blow a fuse.

DelCano 2004
 

It Started With A Kiss

Went on a Summer trip
but not too far from home.
Though our flight was joyous
didn't actually reach for Rome
but I shall say we touched
the very realms of bliss.
We soared to heaven's dome
and it started with a kiss.

Our flight, though short
did blast us off our feet
the caresses burst to lust
made the trip oh, so sweet.
Ah, and every lustful touch
begged and asked for more
while checking out the scenery
our hearts lit up and soared.

I enjoyed the very flight
not one bump in the road
no luggage or even gates
just a love tale to unfold.
Another trip is in the plans
might even be better than this
we'll soar even higher this time
and it too shall start with a kiss.

Del Cano -2004 June 

Feels Like Sin

This almost feels like a sin
the power of the pleasure
I find you place me in
No cheap thrills or a wink
just love the where I've been
and how you warm my soul
This almost feels like sin.

Del Cano 2004

Love's Serenade

(In Response To Titch's Winged Dreams)

"The countless links, strong!
And when I hear your song
as a thousand gates unbolted at dawn",
we lay stretched on passion's lawn.
Blind to all the non believer's thought
amazed at the power love has rought
floating amist the seranading sound
like "ten thousand" violins around.
We fuse together as one true soul
creating a story as yet to be told
and in our united state of flight
we are lifted, all the way out of sight;
soaring toward the heavens above
touching all with our story of love
till the most brilliant explosion appears
filling our hearts with joyful tears.
Showing the universe love has grown
to mighty heights of which we've flown
beyond the brightness of passion's fire
stoked by the flames of love's desire;
"an endless dance of love's matched truth"
exceeding the imaginings of any of youth.
"Blessed thought, dare any one restrain",
our promise to return to serenade again.
And all you doubters, you fail it seems
to imagine the love in "Winged Dreams",
though I prefer in our passionate parade
to call it a trip through... Love's Serenade.
 
      
 
 

 

Bringing Joy

Its so hard to place in words
but I'll try to make a choice
passion and joy are my swords
they both give "JOY" a voice.

I intend to drench you as a bath
to make your mind dance and twirl
forget your pain, grin and laugh
I want to bring JOY to your world.

DelCano 2004

I Puked Up Yesterday

I puked up yesterday
all its vile venoms' taste
spent  much time praying
O stop this human waste.

In my name was called a war
in retaliation for just one day
we had egged on the charge
heated the pot to raise the frey.

I puked up yesterday
its wanton lustful lies
a kin to hellish breath
blowing at devilish eyes.

Too many accept the ploy
which glows vivid and bright
a rich man's written contract
he signed in the dead of night.

I puked up yesterday
its cloud of darkened smoke
caused a haze of blindness
so to place patriotic yoke.

Poor folk do the fighting
for rich man's holey gain
loosing rights along the way
driving thinkers near insane.

I puked up yesterday
raised the filth up to the sky
so those not blinded do see
with  a clearer opened eye.

You, whose war you called
in "MY" name, step aside;
blood drips from "Your" hand
the gates of hell be opened wide.

DelCano-May,2004

 

 

Lets Put Ray Charles On The Money

Let's put Ray Charles on the money
put his face on the ten dollar bill
Ronald Reagan was in no way funny
at least Ray gave us a musical thrill

reagan announced his campaign
from a small town in the south
known very well as headquarters
from where the KKK would shout.

he got into office and started
right away to dismantle labor
swooning with money bags
who danced around and savored.

Lets put Ray Charles on the money
put his face on the ten dollar bill
nothing bout ronnie is funny
his rein gave me a hellava chill.

he closed the mental institutes
released ill folks to the street
then he got shot by one of them
but the job was not complete.

reagan  promoted ignorance
voted against all to help the poor
seemed to shove out folks
reaching for America's door.

Lets put Ray Charles on the money
put his face on the ten dollar bill
least Ray spread so much joy
and one hellava lot of good will.

ronnie boy was a joy to many fools
who needed a king of sorts to lead
to take the place of mindful thought
not in the least bit a joyful seed.

he used false statements to create
images which were certainly grime
made sure the nation was to believe
Blacks were the only face of crime.

Oh Ray Charles, need your joyful tune 
singing songs our hearts could use
spreading love from music's cocoon
make it soul or country or even the blues.

ronald reagan's legacy, to me
today seems a re-write of the past
a damn lie is being sold to all
to make history's change to last.

so many wonderful things said
his reagonamics was a big joke
sent a bubble to inflate the money pot
damn near ruined the common folk.

Please, Ray Charles, sing it loud
drown out all the slime he brought
help make me feel warm and proud
let me find the peace I've sought.  

Let's put Ray Charles on the money
put his face on the ten dollar bill
ronald reagan was in no ways funny
Ray Charles gave us a mighty thrill.

Del Cano, 2004

 

 

 

Flakes Of Flame

It gripped me in a lip lock
held me in wonderous kiss
touched my joyful soul
while sensuality ran amiss.
Bled down and drained
till my body fell to a lemp
ruffled my mind pass the point
to nearly boiling body temp.
Yet for a moment I was buried
thought you had called "MY" name
I shall just have to cherish
moments imagined in "Flakes of Flame".

Del Cano 2004 June

I Walk

I walk in parts of the city
a familiar aroma blankets
heavily thru that area and
hangs
suspended
like a cloud of fog
meeting pleasant memories
not unlike passing
a bakery
pre dawn.

I stroll thru the park
feel the whisper
of the soft breeze
from the rustling of trees
kissed by the mouth of the softest
light wind, touching the leaves.
The incense of jasmine
dangles just at nose level
and the rising crescendo
of garden fragrances
strum at guitar strings
strung deep
within my heart
I then must
abandon the park.

That last meal
we shared
the night before the
morning
of  your departure
lingers in my mouth
but not nearly as vivid
as that last kiss
the one at the dock
which still lights
my taste buds.

I can not walk, stroll or eat
without a recall of you.
The
delicious flavors of you.
:)

del Cano

 

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Humming Your Tune

My soul hums endlessly, a tune
that song sang by your heart
and oh, my love, like a spoon
you feed me a little tiny part;
of the soul of you, but just a tip
so as not to let a bit to waste.
But, I see the tremor in your lip
the passionate glow on your face;
that bubbling desirous deep well
craving, longing to great expanse.
At all times a major yearn to tell
how we ought to share romance.

My soul hums endlessly, a tune
which serves up for me a ride
a loving trip to glorious moon
you, my love, tucked at my side
and yet never a kiss the same;
passion's fire alive to burst
the wildest of the hottest flame
driving fervor more to thirst.
Raptuous fever shall remain
and thy song I shall forever keep
till the cords are strummed again
by a kiss to awaken me... from sleep.
 
DelCano 2004

Drifting Will

I have considered thee
free flowing "will"
upon the horizon.
Shall I step back and feast
in thy glory or just be bathed
in the aura of your passion?
Shall I reach for the touch
so often missed, yet a wave
fluttering from a midsummer's
night.

Ah, the question!

Had I touched thee,
cupped thy chin in my hand,
whispered glories of love,
would you have stayed to share?
Or, would the desire to leave,
once more, drive me.
Drive me to the mouth,
the mouth of the valley
to once again lay in wait;
to glimpse thy soft spirit
flowing by.

Edited by: DelCano at: 4/18

Come Take A Walk ( A Collaboration)

Come take a walk with me
On the stair-rays of the sun
And journey to the heavens,
Where webs of dreams are spun.

 Five star spindles weave,
While mixing whispered sighs
Sprinkled magic for the lover,
With a twinkle in their eyes.

 Sparkling whispers wove 
into euphoric lover’s seams,
bursting full with heart's desire
binds them closer to their dreams.

 Our stroll in cosmic bliss
glides on every latent want
glowing views of ecstasy
a lovely jewel encrested jaunt.

 Let your heart be free      
as our souls warm in starlit glow
entertwining through the heavens
Hark! envious sighs of clouds below.

Sue/Del Cano 2004

 

Day Break Stained Us

Daybreak stained us
drained the last drops
knowing the end was near
the loving stops.

O, the moon's betrayal
to both our hearts
racked with denial
pain from the deepest parts.

Yet, all the dancing
its joyous ride, if you will
beneath midnight moon
lingers, quietly .....still.

 

A Soft "Yell"

A Soft "Yell"

Might you imagine a "yell"
spoken softly from a heart
a totally engulfing yearn
craving for a small part
thru words so a adorned
of the love she spreads
delightfully touching
all listening heads.
Try, if you will,
looking deep in the sky
to see a moon glow
at noon, amazing to the eye.
See if you can feel
the heat from the sun
shown brightly at night
as the stars be on a run.
No, I have not taken
sail of all my senses
just trying to express
sight thru my lenses
of the love I so feel
as she speaks a part
with her "Soft Yell"
spoken from her heart.

Del Cano 2004

 

 

After Dinner Drink

After Dinner Drink
(Inspired by Christie Hill's Amaretto Related)

After meal drink, chilling
but lets get it off the ice
Amaretto shall be sipped
as an after dinner spice.
If its just a bit too cold
go ahead, dip a finger
to warm, add more flavor,
to stretch, to taste, linger.
Intoxicate my senses
to a blurring cascade
wabbling mental aura
from the heat we made.
Sensing movement,
drawn by dangling toes
crossed legs tremor
anticipation, I suppose.
Joining with your eyes
same desirous yearn
pot on the stove nearly
a level 'bout to burn.
Let's stop this charade
to hell with pretend
wrap you in my arms
start the meal all over... again.