Serenity Chinks My Soul

Even doves cry, beyond the garden gate.
I am in a constant state of delight
and feel even more,
a sense of being free,
a tremendous state of euphoria.
I try to step away at times, and you call me.
You sweetly whisper to me, I hear you humming.
I see you beaming that magic smile
and I am but butter in the sun to thy words.
I run the other way and thy words
yell thru the heavens,
though softly so caringly
and beautiful!

My body quakes of sensitivies
and my brain races at a roarous level.
I see stars streaking cross the sky
in the daytime and the moon
sitting joyously next to the sun, at night.
And you ask if I am pleased 
with the vibrations which allow this gift.
You have lovingly guided me to a height
beyond my abilitiy to simply comprehend.
I am left to collect my soul in a tote bag
and seek the stars, "serenity chinks my soul".
I have been to the mountain top and peeped
spied serenity in thy face.

I have seen the glories of love.
I have felt the vibrations of truth
in action as my soul soars.
I have shuddered with the thought
to spread a message of light.
And you ask if I am pleased
with those vibrations?
How about elated?
How about dumbfounded?
How about "shoutingly joyous".
See, you got me preaching again.
You say hi and I give a speech.

You say peek a boo and I am
"Absorbed In Cheerful Trance".
You are my alter ego, my riding partner.
You are my poetic balance
reaching out to the depths of my soul.
You are my duet mate for expressions
of the most tremendously conceived
poetic link across the miles
stealing beauty, love, colours aching.
Composed from the pages of Earth
ever wakeful, with shouts of joy.

I am lost
in a state of euphoria
exile returned
way up from shadows endless life.
Far reached from the cries of life!
And you turn to me asking,
am I pleased with the vibrations.
While abiding in silence, without
desire or necessity I praise you.
And visible for miles
with a rustic intuition,
"Serenity Chinks My Soul".

Titch / DelCano 2004

 

 

 

 

Craving Real Food

So tired of baked chicken

Count tofu as something fake

I don’t mind tuna salad

But today I crave a steak.

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Creamed beef might get by

For more palatable fair I beg

Just a few grits, of course with butter

Topped with a soft fried egg.

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Baked halibut for some will suffice

I’ve heard it called a great dish.

For my taste buds nothins better

Than fried southern  catfish.

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I eat broccoli, asparagus and such

Even, at times, some Brussel sprouts

A pot of pinto beans and neck bones

Will surely bring out the shouts.

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Wheat germ bread is okay

Pumpernickel, wheat, even rye

But, a pan of buttered cornbread surely

Will satisfy my taste buds’ eye.

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Some stuff just may be cool

Frozen yogurt- it’s alright

What’s wrong with a scoop of real ice cream

At least every other night.

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Crumpets and tea might be sweet

Or dessert I might just pass by

But how can you expect me to give up

Both apple and sweet potato pie.

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Fruit cocktail and ginger snaps

Don’t take long to get old

An occasional pinch of ambrosia

has never hurt a soul.

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Okay, okay, okay

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I watch my diet like I’m suppose

So please do not misunderstand

Give me just a little slack, cause

I’m just an old time southern eatin man.

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Food For Thought

Food For Thought

Her words are as a morsel
each visit a real good taste
and not even a little crumb
will I allow to go to waste.

Each breath, much too precious,
to let wander out in space.
I receive each golden tidbit
as it radiates from her face.

I want even the tiniest of a word
that she blossoms o'er my way.
That's why I listen so closely
drinking up words I hear her say.

You see, she satisfies my thirst
and quenches my need for drink.
If ever I think I am hungry
I get filled up to the brink.

Not even a tiny speck
of her nourishment is for naught.
I inhale and feast upon her.
She is my food for thought.

Poets Speak of Love

We speak of magic moments
of love with deep devotion
and always there's a battle
to reach the limits of emotion.
The reader just has to feel
every pulse of our pain
as we tell our lovers lie:
we'll not go that way again.

We speak of rainbow colors
as we beam our rays of love
and to show how deep it is
we point at the skies above.
Stars are but a blink away;
rivers are filled with dew.
To show the strength of it
we'll move a mountain or two.

We speak so clearly of dreams
like cameras from our eyes
and the photos which develop
are so easy to visualize.
None other but we
could recall such dreams
as to make a wish be true
or life bigger than it seems.

We speak of tears and fears
days and years, luck and bust.
Romance and tragedy visits
even upon the best of us.
As poets, we speak of love
but show only tiny parts
of what lingers in our souls
and deep within our hearts.

There's always feelings left
we have yet to express
but being poets who know it
we create amongst the best.
Little else comes even close or
that fits like a hand in a glove
not much can satisfy the psyche
as when "Poets Speak of Love".

Whose Playin Who (Explicit) Collaboration

Who's Playing Who (Ms Jones and Del Cano) Explicit

Who’s Playing Who?

I’m nothing but a piece of meat and you lack the discreet
manner of the quiet demeanor of keeping a secret
you agreed to practicing when you found my ass enticing
we went from creepin to drippin in hot clues because I’m fucking you

after hitting this once from the back, I see so much shit you lack
that is the fact
you act like top dawg even a little Boss Hogs getting a little bit smug because it’s me you fugged
next time stick yo shit in a jug of formaldehyde and see what happens taking that dangerous ride

why did you make it yours to help him find out and give him evidence beyond a doubt?
if that was your point, to get him bent out of every joint
then it was me who could of pursued to tell him instead of you
I was the one you played a fool, not; as his best friend you came off so cruel
did you think you would remain his friend after delivering this news you send?

shoot, I know your ass was played in the end

you know he is smarter than that to keep you as his right-handed cat
after you took me, his red crimson womb and you gave his privacy the aura of a burial tomb
you were done with me so you were proud to wave me like a flag but instead he took
it and shoved it in your mouth as a gag because you were so wrong

Tammy, 2004

Who Is Playing Who

Sugar, you just really confirmed
my suspicions from the start
course I promised to be discreet
don't wonna be toted off in a cart.

Remember now, you were the one
throwing them legs over my head
not a complaint, every bit the taste,
good all thru the warfare in the bed.

My satin tongue checking out
those nipples; bold, taut and firm
giving me a good lesson in desire
like a full semester, an acedemic term.

Oh goodness, baby, the battle roared
you flung and throbbed and raged
with primal wildness uninhibited
like an animal escaped from a cage.

Got your nerves talking 'bout the back
with all that hollin and whooping, my dear
I was the one feeling kinda rocky and
got to gittin nervous and feelin fear.

The way you were performing, damn,
brought me out to the stage, baby please
hell the rumblin going on there was a mess
aint no way anybody could call that a tease.

But see, what "You" didn't know is the killa
that performance with me was just a deposit
"He" suspected you were wilder than let on
you didn't know bout that camera in the closet.

At first it was just a job to confirm "his" suspicion
but your torrid and wild performance in the sac
was all "I" needed to confirm you are a treasure
and would love to be able to return. Come back.

But, things went way too far; I'm sorry to say
still his right handed-man but I have no clue
sugar I wish I had the answer. It won't be good.
"You" are in for it. Now, "Who Is Playing Who"?


DelCano 2004, June

Re: A Poetic Pair (Ms Jones and Del Cano) Explicit

little did your ass realize that what I’m about to tell you will leave you wanting to die
this is part two, the unwritten version of the you know what, of me about to tell ya what’s up
you think you were smart playing me but I got something to tell ya that’s hard to word see
that damn condom you wore must have damn well tore
because it’s your baby that will be born
how do I know? Well your man couldn’t have done it cause he had problems and his man
would not grow
he is impotent and now you see how important it was for you to keep this on the down low
could you blame me being a woman with needs not being able to bear his seed?
worst of all enjoy a night of intimacy adding a bit of intricacy to the very reason I looked racy
men do that shit all the time but it was me you saw out of line
let me say one thing though you claim I was the one making so much noise
you were a man laying up there with me and it was your choice
so what makes you look better than me and now you pay a fee
with impregnating me with your baby and ya called it all gravy
hmm, I will see your ass in court once they serve you the papers
because Imma get cho ass and tell the cops you raped me
and what more proof than that in the DNA puddin
as the plain ole truth…

Edited by: therealmsjones at: 6/10/04 6:30 pm

6:30 pm

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Posts: 373
(6/10/04 7:42 pm)
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Re: A Poetic Pair (Ms Jones and Del Cano) Explicit

Baby, let me see if I can help
get your mind working better
than the crap you keep trying
like what you say in your letter.

Didn't you even "try" to hear
or understand what I said
you having my baby is not
a reason I wish to be dead.

I'm not your average Joe
or as you say, a street dude
I take care of all my business
and for damn sure I aint rude.

Now don't you remember
that I told you how I enjoyed
and tripped on you so
with the stuff you employed?

The idea of us having a child
together is almost fascinating
as long as I don't have to deal
with your crazy vaccilating.

Your mind -set bout our affair
seems childish, maybe an escape
but why do you feel the need
to stoop so low, to yell rape.

You setting your self up again
why not just face it and admit
that we were good together
and you did willingly submit.

Course, just in case
you intend to keep acting a fool
there's plenty copies of the tapes
to see before the court makes a rule.

So baby, can't you just give
real thought to our child
and try to work this out
kinda level headed, not wild.

I feel we can make a go of it
if you just relax at least a bit
and stop all that conniving
thro out all that bull shyt.

Lets call a truce and stop
acting with so much blame
I'd like a chance to love you
give our baby and you my name.

So, can we forgive and forget
these wild ways of the street
put aside our differences
just love, make life complete.

 
DelCano 2004, June

Get Qualified First

I have seen shadows of mountains
break the smooth edge of a full moon
and the brilliance of the sparkle
as a mountain brook runs it’s tune.

I’ve seen dew drop tears
Drip from petals of a rose
And a weeping willow stoop
To kiss the grass on the nose.

Oh, I’ve seen the serenity
Of rising bubbling ocean white caps
And the hardiest of crocus
Peep through snow from winter’s nap.

I’ve seen the most vivid of colors
When the sun both rise and fall
And the fluffiest cottony pillows
As the snow doth cover all.

I’ve seen the most sultry sensuality
Regardless of what she might wear
And looked deep into her eyes
To see eternity lingering there.

Go, live these sights and emotions
I’ll give you this bit of a shove
Young man, when you’ve lived
Then, you may speak to ME of love

DelCano-Nov.2003

 

Dream Deferred

Dream Deferred

America goes bout her way
Oft-times in trivial persuit
Too many pay up the bounty
For the handful's major loot.
Too many ignore the struggle
of those at history's door
Yet, must share part of the blame
Of the Dream Deferred once more.

Friend

We have been real good friends
It’s why the shock rings in my head
I was so taken off guard at your grins
And the suggestion we share a bed.

I was there for you when he died
And you, when she fell seriously ill
You must know we would have lied
could not possibly be friends still.

No. Not for the briefest time
I’d remain ashamed to admit.
Guilt is just too heavy a crime
I shudder from the mention of it.

It might just provide a thrill
To do what you suggest today
But I don’t want to run up a bill
My heart cannot afford to pay.

It’s obvious we love each other
More, in a kinship kind of way
How you could still call me brother
If we did what you asked today.

We could no longer look in her face
For the deep sin and all the sorrow.
The little tryst is not worth the disgrace
Nor the pain we’ll have tomorrow.
 
So, if you still feel you can be fair
and we stay as we were in the begin
I’m letting you know now I still care 
and I’m  proud to call you my friend.
 
 

And So My Need Explodes

And So My Need Explodes

Let me catch my breath
Release me from bondage of desire
wallowing into false security
as your power takes me higher
higher than the highest star
wider than the broadest full moon
bigger than the galaxy's depth
warmer than the sun at noon...

and so my need explodes.

Let me catch my breath.
Busy chasing where you are
tracing routes thru heavens door.
Step by step we cross the stars,
those mountains of sensualness
Lighted rays from sunburst glow
and rainbows' lovely colors
spread out to start the show....

and so my need explodes

Let me catch my breath
from this so active chase
wallowing with you now
puts joy cross my face.
Following  with blind faith
we walk in each others tracks
keeping the search alive
watching each other's backs...

and so my need explodes
 
Let me catch my breath
from the folly of the run
and its many hidden traps
we've both been calling fun.
And hopefully near the end
the truth shall raise its head
as we both confess, finally
words we should have said.

and so "OUR" need explodes.

 

Passion Ignited

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

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

Only What Lovers Know

Oh what does thou see
when looking at my face
your smiles spread lively
as you beam out your grace.

Your eyes follow closely
the movements I make
and whenever you reach
I shudder and quake.

Your actions and words
thrill me, so to speak
Knowing you're there
lifts me to a peak.

Matters not what you wear
be it denim or even lace
just wonder what you see
when you beam at my face.

Is it a shared wonder
with smiles all aglow
might we be joined in
only what lovers do know.

Del Cano-2004, July

 

 

 

As Harsh As A Rose

As harsh as a rose;
as soft as storms obey;
as different as many goes
each passing, slipping day.

That changing temperment
might vary by the hour.
First comes softly spent
then might grow very sour.

How be it that you can draw
all of passions desire.
First, comes beyond a flaw,
yet belated in muddy mire.

Oh, love might be chance-
on hearts it just might prey
but, what's better than romance
to stir the soul each day.

Posted on December 8th, 2002
Total poems on Poets Corner: 50
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You Touched Me

You somehow touched me
though miles away from here
an ocean and mountains away
still you seem close, so near.

You somehow touched me
pleased the inner self and soul
and though I long to see you
thoughts of you are like gold.

You somehow touched me
passion stoked the oven of desire
somehow you re-lit the flame
till its grown to a raging fire.

You, simply by being yourself
reached deep inside the part
of me normally hid from the world
and touched all of my heart.

DelCano 2004-July

My Johnson Doesn't Work

My Johnson Doesn't Work

Just when I need it most
my Johnson will not  work
an embarrassing problem
maybe it needs a good jerk.

Springtime is here, now
knowing how passions flow
try as I might seems hopeless
can't seem to make it go.

Hell, went on the drive way
fiddled with it out there a bit
working on my Johnson in public
them neighbors bout had a fit.

I know I have to make up my mind
I can't go thru my life like this
without a working Johnson
too much of life is amiss.

My Johnson just won't work
now it is just so awfully hard
to get satisfaction and joy
inside or out there in the yard.

As bad as it really  may sound
Its time to take it to the shop
life is just too dull and sad 
if Johnson won't shoot a drop.

This is not going to work
gotta be a better fishing promoter
you see, my Johnson is broke
my warn out old boat motor.

Del Cano 2004
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Forbidden Fruit

You done raised the sap
tho its out of season
stuck a hole in the tap
done committed treason
talking bout yo strength
you powerful flower girl
come on, I'll go any length
lets laugh, dance and twirl
display your new dress
show off for all its worth
keep the key, let me guess
you float, enhance this earth.
I too been cross the moon
running like stolen loot
gone catch you real soon
aaah, "Forbidden Fruit"!

Tell Me, Just Like This (Explicit)

(Explicit)

Baby, sequester is but a word
I'm telling you, you are the one
I just want to be with you, alone
you are so like my rising sun.

Being near you causes sweat
down my body like beads of fire
I've never been so highly aroused
reaching the heights of raw desire.

I'll tell you now and evermore
know you are those secret dreams
shudder from lust in needing you
my body vibrates and screams.

I need to touch your face
shadow its outline with nips
trace your neck and ears
barely with my willing lips.

Oh, may I just touch, massage
and above all totally caress
the desert of your shoulders
as I flick my tongue on your chest.

I need to explore the jewels
prior to lowering to the pits
and my mouth goes totally wild
when approaching ample tits.

Lift me beyond this realm
allow my soul to soar off in a fit
as my tongue touches every spot
on the way to your swollen clit.

So tenderly I shall fold and hold
back the tulips leading to the prize
let my tongue dust the area
dive before you can realize.

Oh love, lapping and darting
my tongue taste its mark
and the action going on there
would, if it could, ignite a spark.

All I need for you to do
is to keep those ample thighs
open and up on my face
as I shall be buried to my eyes.

I will, of course, have a firm grip
around the juicy part of the ass
and with style and grace
lap with a touch of class.

Every part of us tingling
knowing I am but a glutton
and every inch of your touch
a finger pressing my soulbutton.

Have mercy, woman
at some point you oughtta know
with legs on my shoulders
a prelude to mighty stiff blow.

All I know for certain
I see wild breathless freaks
reaching the hieght of ecstacy
before cresting at the peaks.

The intensity of making love
beyond any point ever reached
nearly a holy action, for real
like Reverend Sex 'bout to preach.

As the mountain is climbed
the top has reached its season
every ounce of lust is exposed
committed tongue treason.

The vibrations of satisfied flesh
pulsating like something wrong
hearts beating beyond normal range
singing pleasures of loves song.

My last strength will urge
and raise a soft passionate kiss
to once again explain to you, forever
I want to be yours, just like this.

(Inspired by "Tell Me" by the
Poet Lady "She")

Del Cano-2004, July

A Strange Encounter

A Strange Encounter

How will I start this tale of tart
most tasty each morsel’s flavor.
How she brewed, then renewed
the reckoning of lusts to savor.

Cannot lie she pleased the eye
of every fiber’s craving want
and all the senses raised in unison
till my body was tight and taunt.

This eyelicious creature, delicious
in all visual meanings of the word.
Honey, flowing from her mouth;
ecstatic sounds so rarely heard.

Need I say I found no way
to resist her presence’s appeal.
As she stroked manhood’s yoke
I responded with zest and zeal.

And, oh, how would I know
she’d turn my body to jell.
A bursting crease then released
one hell of an odorous smell.

I was stuck! Mind went amuck;
seemed frozen in a senseless state.
I tried and tried to break the grip
she held so firmly to my fate.

A mighty fight went on that night
with oh, a many a grunt and groan.
Then, as suddenly as she appeared
I found that I was all alone!

My foggy state then did abate
as clarity slowly began to spoil it.
I know for sure and I’ll tell you all
don’t ever fall asleep on the toilet.

DelCano 2004

Humming Your Tune

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

Edit Me Honey

Oh my goodness
my words, you touched
put your heart in it
made me so blushed.

Tossed out commas
contractions too
I didn't give a damn
cause it was you.

Oh, how you moved
those words in and out
you thrilled me so
I could've just shout.

You even massaged
my quotation marks
each time you did
created sparks.

Just edit me, honey
remove a whole line
take it out, put it in
your touch is so fine.

And when you
remove an "ing"
oh, my, my
I hear bells ring.

Just to see you
put words in a bracket
rockets my senses
like a ball hit by a racquet.

Just edit me, honey
snatch anything out
you got the power
you got the clout.

Never felt this way
got to give you credit
you know what to do
when you start to edit.

Got a whole pile here
have at it at you will
erase, pull out, whatever
just want that editing thrill.


Del Cano 2004,June

Watched You Watching Me

As I dabbled round the edge
of the lake toying with fish
saw you again, a lovely dish
you know I vowed a pledge.

You seemed to be in a laugh
peeping at me, having fun
a lot like love on the run
cutting my spirits in half.

I watched you watching me
peeping at each other's eyes
knowing we both had to realize
sizing up each other to a tee.

Watching me watch you
surely a bit of a tease
in a brief moment at ease
what else might we do.

Knowing who moved first
would certainly lose the game
think we both knew it the same
so we briefly stood in a lurch.

My smile and forward move
must have given me away
you dashed before I could say
you put me in a groove.

Oh well, maybe another time
I shall try my luck once more
as I recall what I view as your
special movements in rhyme.

This does not make me fret
adds much more to my wish
you, an amazing Blue Catfish
perhaps next time I shall get.

Del Cano 2004, June
 

 

 

 

A Single Mom

Saw her standing there
confusion on her face
peeping at her watch
then look off into space.

Back and forth she
strolled with nerves
seeming about to fray
at the edge of the curbs.

Could tell she was waiting
for some good reason
I had realized that
school was not in season.

Felt sad for the lady
went to join her in her plight.
Of course she was attractive
with all sitting just right.

Her sheepish smile gleamed
as I approached her spot.
Her eyes sparkled greatly
as she looked at me a lot.

It wasn't hard to tell
at least to me it seems
her standing there, proudly
in almost too tight blue jeans.

All that set aside
greetings came with ease
and her pleasant hand
shook mine with a tease.
 
Didn't take very long
to learn that her quest
was the return of her child
the root of her happiness.

Seems dad took him
for a day of fun and play
then decided to cheat her
as was his normal way.

Instead of driving him home
as would had the most of us
dad called mom and said,
"I put the boy on the bus".

Between her thinking
bout me and her boy
she tried to strike a balance
and acted a wee bit coy.

But before I could settle
she hit me with a bomb
said, "damn you're nice
and I'm a single mom."

With a smirking smile
a lean toward my way
asked if I had the time
to give the rest of the day.

Before I could recover
and let it mull in my mind
she add," I am good
and of the loving kind."

Again before allowing me
the ability to give an answer
she made a couple moves
looked like an exotic dancer.

Even in my befuddled view
could tell how she controlled
the direction of the chat
and the way that she cajoled.

Not long appeared the bus
she gladly stepped up front
snatched the child in arms
the target of her hunt.

Turned and pointed to me
said, "meet mom's new man".
Though I started to stammer
I was shaking the boy's hand.

As we turned to walk
away from the corner
got a wave from a neighbor
perhaps a sort of warner.

I graciously bowed out
asked for a rain check.
She winked and smiled
kissed me on the neck.

And as she walked away
too tight jeans so calm
she said, "don't you forget
I'm a good single mom".

Del Cano-2004, July

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Passion's Desire

It’s hard to speak of this affair
which has been going on for so long
though our “meet” was brief 
Your memory lingers on.

T’was a bright summer morn
The first time that we met
Though our visit was cut short
I’m not able to forget.

“Your loveliness was plain to see”
A species far above the rest
“All of you, I craved,”
And knew you were the best. 

 Saying almost nothing 
briefly startled by your sight
Adjusting to your presence
To make our meeting feel just right.

You came and went so suddenly
on that bright and summer morn
I hope that you, I did not scare  
if I were a frightful thorn

Though the meeting was our first”
I knew I’d see you again
I longed for your return
Whether it be in sunshine or rain

Oh, I must admit
There’s been others just like you 
But none has met your stature 
That really is so true.

All summer long I watched  for you
I had to wait and see
If our first “meet” would be the last 
I trust you will come back to me.

You appear aloof 
and seem to slither away
Yet reappear, again
When “I give up”, I say.

Yet from time to time
you linger for a bit
with a teasing smile for me
Just for the heck of it.

But I’m sure that we both know
Yes, one day you surely will be mine
As you lounge just feet from me 
and sleekly slither out, in the knick of time

I  wondered when I traveled
If you tagged along, too
Or was that another special one
Just pretending to be you . 

I know from experience
You’re a luscious creature
Your sleek body, I just love,
and your every other feature.

Though I have had
Others from your school
None compares to you
The best in the pool.

I never tire from seeking you
Want the world knowing this
You are amongst the largest in the river
A big forty pound blue “ Cat Fish”.

 

 

 

I Might Be Pretentious

 I might be pretentious
in my demand for parity
but you tell me all is fine
I need to hear with clarity
what's been said all the time.

I learned from your school
the facts you wanted me
to put forth as a tool
but more of what I see
seems a mixed bag of tricks
you juggle and change
like some old movie flicks
then look at me so strange
cause I question the view
as I look much deeper there
to the pictures which you
spread freely everywhere
yet you get ticked at me for
not following the same route
as you drive farther in you car
to reach more surburban gout
and ask me to pave the road
to save you a bit of grief
and the weight from the load
so you'll feel some relief.

I might be pretentious
in my demand for parity
your attitude of contention
rings to me with clarity.
 
I built my attitude upon
what I sought in search
and found we to be born
from differing hills or perch
yet when I speak my voice
you tell me I am wrong
that I made that choice
words of your favorite song
which tell me how I didn't do
what should have been done
is really all I ever hear from you
as you pack your bags and run.
Build new houses and schools
shopping centers with new stores
sports complex, swimming pools
and move jobs out by the scores.
Then you close up all the banks
take with you the factories too
put the blame on me for the angst
yet get angry if I follow you.

I might be pretentious
in my demand for parity
your attitude of contention
rings to me with clarity.

I take whats left of my life
try to rebuild a new surround
run right into stress and strife
with road blocks all around
even using my zip code as a way
to deny loans and funding for
me to rehab homes today
yet you point , "there you are,"
cause the hood has slipped down
with barely any hope in sight
but you are silent, not a sound
as I struggle with all my might
to keep our lives raised afloat
as you turn your back to ignore
while wallowing in your bloat
yet still daring me to explore
beyond the crumbs you left
for me to have as my place
after you resettled, ran like a theft
took place with not bit of disgrace.

I might be pretentious
in my demand for parity
your attitude of contention
rings to me with clarity.

 

 

 
 

 

 

Come Walk With Me (Collab with Sue)

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

 

Flames

Everytime I get near you
I feel the  heat of flame
the embers can be ignited
with the sound of your name.

I think even your smile
helps the fire to stoke
the way you turn your head
flames rise with no smoke.

But, my goodness,
the lightest of a touch
is like lighting a torch
held in inferno's clutch.

I just know the heat
is like a raging torch
but I'll stay near you
I love being scorched.

On your kisses
I want all the claims
they are the best to ignite
the mightiest of flames.

Del Cano 2004

 

 

 

Touch Me! Touch Me!

Mercy, mercy I see
O love, just comfort me
passion dumped in fire
raising senses higher.
 
O touch me
seduce the deepest part
raise to the hieghts
lay passion, a la cart.

Tumultuous tremblings
rattling up my brain
thighs quivering
driving me insane.

O glory be, whispers
shouting out loud,
"touch me, touch me",
senses up in a cloud.

Please, please
just a little taste
pray not this feeling
go to waste.
 
Luscious dreams
nibblings of you
levitate, spirits of love
a taste shall do.

Precious love
entwine my ecstacy
passion fruit blaring,
"Touch me! Touch me!"

DelCano, 2004

 

Brain Drain

My brain seems ‘bout to drain
Or bust loose from stored data
Gathered, sorted and filed
to be called upon later

most times I have no idea
Why the info stays in mind
Surely the use will arise
Down the road sometime.

You see, little bits of data
Dangle and may touch the heart
Can create just the words
When some folks fall apart.

Many people ignore a lot
Of the info available there
Others grasp the essence
When no one seems to care

when all seems just about
To crumble from the weight
Those bits and pieces seem
To come busting through the gate

My brain seems bout to explode
From all the data stored in it
S’pose I’ll write some more lines
to give room for another bit.


Del Cano-2004,July

Excited Reverie

Oooh, you did go there
returned within a sigh
I must attempt to be fair
tho under a mauve-lit sky.
I hear the linnet's sing
and drift upon their tune
no better bells can ring
as you touch and swoon
and bring the magic about
can't help but make a noting
through the air in and out
crushing breath afloating
yeoman grips and touch
fields of pleasures abound
lacking comparison to such
so high above the ground
and all the senses glow
to a brilliante loving shine
controls the very flow
enthralling my lover's mind.
Every bit of joy and lust
beyond the darkest sin
to break open the crust
and be joined skin to skin.

Of all the lamenting songs
grieviously yelled and cried
bathed in potential wrongs
can never be denied
for love's greatest quest
over shadows any sought
beyond beauty's best
raptured in the thought
most adept in your duty
straining to your peaks
to capture the beauty
finally, flesh on cheeks
any heart's deep dream
and I believe that every
lover's flooded stream

burst... from Excited Reverie.

Del Cano 2004

(Inspired by Titch's "A Single Sigh-
Touching Breath)