My Thoughts (Response to Talitha's My thoughts)

Your passion stands as a cloak
draping me in the finery of lust
oh, you so arouse my inquiry
ever feel explosive, as if to bust.

I read each word in depth
details grip the sensuous cup
the well of sheer desire I feel
to hold you tightly and sup.

Not even one iota remains
of the clarity I once knew
my mind plays a simple game
today I am desiring you.

Truth be told you should know
libido had laid hidden in dust
till you came alone and drew me
into the magic of your lust.

Now my cravings have risen
to a level I shall call lavish
deep and thrilling is the loop
I'd so love to hold and ravish.

To explore every inch of you
lingering touch and feel to suit
taste the morsals of thy folds
roll my tongue in juicy fruit.

I see a feverish lapping
holding tightly to the hips
ravishingly gourging my senses
to the brim of passion's tips.

Oh, let me dive in pure ecstacy
buried full and deep in your desire
your words and thoughts excite me
and turn the embers to raging fire.

Lustful thoughts and cravings linger
to an empty touch to my dismay
find myself lost in tattered thoughts
from early morning till end of day.

But I do bid you thanks, so much
the mire of my senses have brought
new life to an old soul and blessings
in being able to share "My Thoughts". 

 
 DelCano 2004 August

 

Toss Out The Trash

Toss out all the trash

that clutters up you mind

which leaves you more space

to give me more of your time.

 

Oh, I'm being more selfish

and want you by my side

cause you spoiled me more

on that magic carpet ride.

 

I may be stuck on stupid

or just wild from pure delight

but I'm drawn to your web of love

when I lay me down at night.

 

Del Cano 2004

Listen Sweet Thang

Just in case you are not aware
Or somehow just don’t know
I want you to be quite sure of it
how I care and need you so.

Now, please, sit right here
listen carefully to each word
I just want you to hear everything
and I need to know you heard.

Keep your eyes focused
And your ears targeted on me
That way not a syllable is lost
And every nuance you’ll see.

Okay! Are you ready?
I think its time for me to start
You are so special, my dear
You’re now deep within my heart

Words seem so shallow now
As I try to express the truth
And your bubbling personality
Goes so well with your youth

I feel so blessed and loved
When you call out my name
I only wish I knew for sure
That my words can do the same.

I’m gonna call you Sweet Thang
Sugar, cake, cookies nor a tart
Can match the flavor I taste
As I hold you close to my heart.

No matter what comes of this
If it dies or grows to a blaze
The happiness you put in me
Is the filling for my days

So, my Sweet Thang,
This is all you need to know
You are the spice of my life
And I do love you so.

Del Cano Edited August 29, 2004

Climax

Liken myself to an artist
in preparation for the chore
and gently caress every spot
before stepping back on the floor.

Making sure my hands move slowly
As to not miss the slightest flaw
My aim is to leave you satisfied,
Breathless and better yet, in awe.

Sometimes in the heat of the task
things might get quite bare.
My senses, which take notes,
force my eyes to linger there.

Cause you are so very special
must give the best I’ve got.
Though I’ve done it so often before
what remains is still a lot.

My efforts are never taken lightly.
I work hard to keep it up to a point
of not letting you down or failing to
satisfy that sensitive space in the joint. 
 
Ahhh, I feel the end to be near.
Can relax now-the climax falls.
I am your friendly house painter
Who just completed your walls.

Del Cano 2003 January

 

 

She Spoke In Metaphores

She spoke in a poetic word

Many a rhyme was heard

So many a lovely verse

Just a few pleasantries , at first

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We talked of poetic lines

Blank verse, simple rhymes

She talked on many subjects of

And then she spoke of love

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But she was speaking in metaphors!

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I was dumb to her desire

As she tried to set a fire

And trap me in her web

Like a sea swelled, and ebbed.

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But she was speaking in metaphors!

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Ah, my dumb self was taken in

As a trapped animal in a pen

But when she thought I would go

It was my duty to let her know

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I knew she was speaking in metaphors!

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Her joy turned slightly awry

As she found she lost my eye

Tried to recover with a rhyme

But I pulled out my lasting line:

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Foreplay

my talk be but foreplay
to wind up thy love
a tease to please 'fore
we dash to heights above
might I grasp full measure
and if there be full time
sing a mighty tune
stanzas which do rhyme
whilest thoughts langer
and I am loose
you give my goodbyes
and kiss thy muse.
 
Del Cano 2004

For Naught

I cannot take issue
with one thing you said
so to keep it real
my heart too has bled
for so many of us
still running, racing
trying to catch the bus
to the utopian spot
seeking answers to
what it is you got
and soon as the going
hits a bit of a snag
hell, they out again
waving like an old rag
dashing away to
who knows where
but where ever finding
not a damn thing there
and so I keep on thinking
just like a song's refrain
whatever I do seems
just so much more in vain
cause too many are just
too shallow to really see
that what they seek
is never going to be
as long as they run
to what they have sought
its a shame to say
but its all been for naught.

 

(In reponse to Regina's poem of the

same name.) 

Del Cano 2004

The Theatre Of My Mind

I strut across the stage
in the the theater of my mind
and present the best of shows
of the most awarded kind.

As I go thru my antics
and present to you the wow
all I can expect is a clap
when it's time to take my bow.

In each of the acts
a new chapter is surely told.
From tales of youthful exuberance
thru today as I grow old.

Spellbound may not be the word
you'll rate my acting skills
but by the time I get to the end
you'll be racked in chills and thrills.

You'll sit in stunned capacity
from joy thru love's decay
and watch in sheer amazement
as I bring you thru today.

As the show winds down
I hope you'll all be kind
feel a bit of entertainment
from the theatre of my mind.

Del Cano August 27, 2004

Move The Line

Your words ring in mind
as I think of being so near.
Me, concerned about that line
you told me to have no fear.

On the outside I stood
peeping in at your soul
to get closer if I could
needing to be more bold.

You said, not to worry
you are passionate to a fault.
My feet dragging but in hurry
to reach the passion I sought.

Push me. Don't hold back
jump on in with a line or two.
I found you are what I lacked
the passion stoked by you.

Hold nothing back, poet lady
I enjoy every tid bit you say.
Can even be a little shady
just toss a verse over my way.

Poetry is passion at its best
thru your eyes I love to see.
I read lots of it from the rest
but yours place me in reverie.

Touch me,  jar my senses
criticise, share adulation
tear down all the fences
maximise my satiation.

I want to be on the inside
touching fibers of passion
take me for a joyful ride
in your tantelizing fashion.

Move the line away from here
neither of us need know it.
My aim is to get closer, nearer
so we both be a better poet.

Del Cano 2004 August

 

 

Don't Interrupt My Dream

Please don't interrupt my dream
it touches all of my tender parts
allows me to travel bout this space
in my attempt to heal broken hearts.

Don't you dare interrupt my dream
or put an impure thought into the mix
I am the repair man for hurting souls
I am the love mechanic trying to fix.

So many leave their ex's and suffer
the pangs of broken hearts and aches
I come along with my tools to repair
shattered of love from their quakes.

Don't you dare interrupt my dream
or step up in the way or the middle
those lonely hearts need caring
I'm for real. I do not just fiddle.

Don't you interrupt my dream
climbing way up to the top rung
tools hanging, ready to work
I'm known to speak well in tongue.

I try my best to rescue sad souls
from their painful hurting scenes
out of my way, let me do my work
don't you dare interrupt my dream.

Del Cano 2004 August

 

 

 

I Could Not Help But Pretend

I could not help but pretend
we were together last night
as the stars shone up high
feelings glowed real bright.

Every touch produced
a shudder topping pleasure
deep screams within the soul
marked them all as treasure.

My hands took their journey
a search in marvelous glee
sending messages to my brain
telling of all the reverie.

My tongue sought and found
nature's blessed garden's delight
and with each lustful flick
things started to bloom just right.
 
Tasting of love's sweet nectar
inebriated to a most sensuous desire
riding the swells and waves vigorously
thru oceans, reaching passion's fire.

You, my rescuer, felt the coming rage
in anticipation to prevent an implosion
you enterwined with me to ride it out
to share showers from the explosion.

A mighty rumble, a draining wave
landing softly on a clouded mist
pulsating to a rhythmic shudder
satiated, spent, floating in bliss.

As the stars shown bright
the dream played over again
we were together all last night.
"I Could Not Help But Pretend".

Del Cano 2004 August
 

 

Shall I Write A Symphony

Shall I write a symphony
to move you like an epiphany
Or steer a way to the stars
travelling to planets like Mars
Or to pen a poem that rhymes
soaring to other worldly climes
Tell me how do I even start
to touch the depths of your heart
Others have built castles to moons
Took melodies from birds, wrote wondrous tunes
But I have no other idea of what I should do
I just need for you to know that, “I Love you”.

Del Cano August 2004


 

I'd Better Add Another Page

I'd better add another page
so she might come to visit
not a real reason for desire
but she does place me right in it.

Seems so lonely without
the sweet words she drops
each time she comes to visit.
I so hope she never stops.

Every stop-by, a certain thrill
immeasurably her comments flow;
the rest of the world can pass on by
but I never want for her to go.

Think I'm gonna design a page
frame and post her in the middle
to satisfy those tender urges 
the  need to reach, caress and fiddle.

Her presence strokes me deeply
as does her philosophical sage.
Obviously, to get her to return
I'd better add another page.

Del Cano 2004 August

 

I'm So Tired

When she said, "I'm tired",
I thought a nap might give her rest.
What I'm now able to see
she'd given the world her best.
Years past, doc said,
"your heart doesn't work quite right.
Could be today or tomorrow-
perhaps even tonight."
Time came -then went
she continued her daily tasks.
Mom made us all wonder
how much longer she might last.
She nursed and cared for dad
as only she was able to.
After we buried him, mom said,
"there's nothing more to do."
It's strange how all of us
seem not able to know
when life's deeds are completed
it's then time for us to go.
Mom knew what I refused to see-
she'd given all there was to give.
As she said, "being so tired--
there's just no reason left to live."

Edited on November 30th, 2002
DelCano  

Everytime She Smiles

Every time she smiles
the stars seem a bit dark.
Each time she beams her light
there comes a mighty spark.

Each time she makes a move
I think of waves at sea.
The years have hurt her body
but she's still an aura to me.

For all my longing moments
when she might just be away
is just too much to handle
for any time of day.

Whenever she is gone
tis just too long for me.
An instant seems a day
an hour....eternity.

Each time she beams her light
there comes that mighty spark
and every smile which comes-
makes the stars seem awfully dark.

Editeted on December 2nd, 2002
DelCano

Fight For Yourself

Dozed from fits of sleeplessnesss
and reached across the bed.
The pillow sighed its airy sound
from not supporting your head.

Out from my fog of weariness
I realized you were not here
then grimaced at the reality
you were over there, it is clear.

Over there at university hospital
In the Unit - 52 ICU.
Respirators, IVs, sedation drips,
and plenty of doctors too.

Not even wearniness would allow me
to forget just who we are.
A fighting couple for all good
battling oppression near and far.

For years you fought for everything.
Oh, so much for everyone else.
I beg you dear, continue your fight, but
today you must fight for yourself.

Edited on December 8th, 2002

 DelCano  

Seeking Intimacy

Might I be seeking intimacy
at a level impossible to attain.
Is there not a woman who'll share
all this wisdom I have gained.

Have I enjoyed wallowing
in a temporary euphoric state
by embracing love impatiently
from women who appear too late.

How much must I suffer
before drawing to a conclusion
that the level of intimacy I seek
exist only in my illusion.

Is there not love I can have
with one whom I might share
a level of intimacy that, apparently,
must be awfully rare.

Oh well, I've had my share of love
and really out not complain.
Perhaps I've sought an intimacy
at a level impossible to attain.

Editedted on December 15th, 2002

 DelCano  

I Took A Winding Route

I Took A Winding Route
by DelCano

I took a winding route
to arrive where I am today
and hit every stop sign
along that crooked way.

I stumbled on every crack
and sometimes fell on my face
but I stand today, proudly,
with not a bit of lasting disgrace.

You see, I fought for every inch
and struggled with each decision.
Jumped all the hurdles presented
so I could try to live my vision.

Planned and saved for tomorrow
but the yesterdays ate up my kitty.
So I keep right on keeping on
at this life that has no pity.

But I am sure this late in the game
as I continue with life's bout
somewhere along the path
the winding road will straighten out.

Posted on October 13th, 2003

Get Up Off Your A**

 Wonder why folks won't act
even as they complain.
They speak of being mistreated
but sing the same old refrain.

Seems to me if I am hurt
and think I was misused
I'd take steps to stop the fray
so I am not further abused.

I get quite depressed
to see folks just sit.
Rather than accept the problem --
rise, and take action upon it.

Edited on October 24th, 2003

 DelCano ::

I Sold My Soul To Her

I sold my soul to her
she gave me back the blues
and wrought the worst of pain;
none of it thought I could use.

Said she really didn't mean
to cause us to fall so low
but tamed that roaring spirit
'fo she finally let me go.

I sold my soul to her
in return I got the blues
but I learned ...some win
as others tend to lose.

But as I recall those days
way, way back in the past
can't help but be thankful
the travesty failed to last.

I sold my soul to her
my receipt was the blues.
She took most of what we had
left me barely with my tools.

I used to be ashamed
to tell of what I know.
I gave her my all and all
'fo she tossed me to and fro.

But now,I am brave and free
and got lessons that I can use.
I keep this receipt handy, to tell all,
I bought and paid for the blues.

Edited on November 2nd, 2003

 DelCano  

World Of Bliss

There is a world of bliss
when love lingers around.
tis like living an ecstatic life
that never lets you down.

Belonging to that someone
puts a touch of magic there.
A meaningful kind of rhapsody
that drives away false care.

That certain someone shares
your achievements and all goals.
Enhances the flavor you taste
when your story of love is told.

In your world of bliss
you let your happiness brew.
Pleasures command everything
when happiness has no curfew.

So, my world of loving
is really a world of Bliss.
a tingling bubble of champagne
makes heaven less than This...

DelCano

Edit November 19th, 2002

 

The Argument

THE ARGUMENT

They helped make my success failure
And our love to be life’s decay.
Who are those people who bow
So wretched,
They drain and they cast away?

Now they question my belief
That love keeps my life alive
Though not another would take a view
Through the stained glasses of my eyes.

I will redress old words anew
Spending again what is already spent.
Please know, my love, I write of you
For you and love remain the “ARGUMENT”.

 

01/08/03

To Someone Special

You spoke of my capacity
The one I have to love
Please know it’s not mine
But starts with God above.

I’m not the one to hold it
The credit needs it’s just due
My capacity to love
Is partially caused by you.

Having you near me
Pours joy into my heart
Lifting my every thought
each day a brighter start.

Del Cano

Throw The Demons Out

Throw the Demons Out

As I traveled from coast to coast
My demons went along for the ride
they influenced my every action
being right there at my side.

There was not a glimpse of passion
When anger was leading the way
My demons controlled the outcome
And each word I chose to say.

Those critters were having a ball
Till I realized the fault was mine
And took charge of my own life
As I should have all the time.

I have learned from experience
You must put your demons aside
And if you don’t recall but one thing
never give them bastards a ride.

DelCano

So Happy, Child

Date: Sunday, March 30, 2003 1:21 PM

So Happy, child

If all the grief I am to have
would only come today,
I am so happy I believe
they'd laugh and go away.

If all the joys I am to have
would only come today
methinks they'd find a place
and they'd beg me to stay.

If all the sadness and the joy
could only have a bout,
it would surely be neutral fight
for they'd cancel each other out.

Then I'd have total peace;
not even one bad day.
I could coast thru all my time
along life's mysterious way.

 

Center of The Garden

In the center of the garden
stood a beautiful snowball tree.
It conducted all the flowers
when it had been pruned by Me.

She asked that I return
to clip, rearrange the bouquet-
and pluck the weeds which might creep
to our rose bed one day.

The violets made a band
of purple trumpets sound.
The tulips were the orchestra
in the pit - down on the ground.

I knew the storm would come
when mums would sway or bend.
I felt there'd be no better time
to guard them from the wind.

Then I dashed home only to find
why I ought to come back soon.
For the message did resound
throughout every empty room.

When I entered the Garden
not one note was played for me.
I found to my chagrin --- Someone Else
had pruned my snowball tree!!!

DelCano 2001

If You Loved Me

If you loved me-

The sun would rise many times per day
cause the sparkle you placed in me
would beam happiness back your way.

I’m sure there’d be a touch
only we could possibly know.
Each time we come near
winds of desire would blow.

If you loved me-

Would be no need for the stars up there
for the glitter coming from my glow
would leave sprinklings everywhere.

You need not be too concerned
both our hearts would be on the line
and as those years allow us to grow
comfort  will  arrive in due time.

If you loved me-

There’d be so many more things we could do
I’d try hard not to smother but encourage
and leave space so you might still be you.

No doubt, our love could not help but build
into such a loving empire filled to the top.
With intertwined souls facing the world as one
nothing could force our love to stop.

If…you loved me-

There’d be nothing else you’d need to do.
Allowing me to express my love
is all the proof I’d need from you.

 

I Bring To You (Response to Titch's "What Will You Bring")

I give direction to the moon
swift currents of passion's fire
blushing from your golden currents
reveling from our endless desire.

I bring with me unsatiably
the balm of sensual lotion
caressing auras lingering
without a fleeting notion.

My tender beloved, I dip thee
to the depths of ocean's love
cloak thy soul in raiment
fitting for royalty like a glove.

I bring kisses lined of gold
pluck moonlight from thine hair;
transcending thoughts of joy
as we sail the skies up there.

I bring thee marvelous sights
and drape before thee hues
from far distant heavens
sumptuous mountain views.

From star to star we'll dance
twirl round and round in glee.
Plant magnetic touches
bursting wide and ecstatically.

Drive your passion to limits
never known again the same
ten thousand violins shall play
each time I whisper your name.

I bring exotic fruits of love
a gardener to blossoms bouquet.
Perfect extraction of sweet nectar
bursting out in endless array.

Presence shall ravish always
kisses wonderfully pluck strings.
Senses bathe in endless pleasures
as thousands of voices sings.

And like the moon and sun
glowing forever and complete
I'll sprinkle stardust in your hair
and place rainbows at your feet.

DelCano 2004 August

Might I Submit

Ooo, might I submit
the thought is not old
fluid dreams demand
that you have control.

Never lose sight of treasures
buried so deep in your will
my anticipation's delight
grows to a stuffed swill.

Gasping for that first breath
after the soft whisper of pain
peaks rising to descend
begging you to do it again.

DelCano 2004 August

Where Do We Go From Here

Ok now, you done said it
we've talked thru the trust
just got to tell how we feel
easy how you speak of lust.

you done raised spirits
got your own sort of fashion
a multitude of feelings
but number one is passion.

Actions speak louder
than words do, my dear.
All that you've said is good
where do we go from here.

All that said and declared
your sensualness gripping
desires raised to a height
wanton lust nearly dripping.

Are you too blind to see
you've only lit a big fire
always speaking of wants,
sensualness and desire.

Talk is cheap, dear lady
action speaks more clear
now that we've got this far
where do we go from here.

You speak of your craft
how marvelous you please
begining to wonder if
this time was all a tease.

Every word rings so clear
as you say so matter of fact
time to step up; prove if
its real or only just an act.

Please do me a favor
I too have a bit of fear
but lets get off dead center
where do we go from here.

DelCano 2004 August

 

 

 

 

 

Where Dreams Are Spun (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 lovers,
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

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 thru 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

Fix It Man

Fix-It Man
by DelCano

The lady called to say
her plumbing might be broke.
Since I am the fix-it man
twas there 'fo an hour stroke.

Mmmm- could find no problem
not even a tiny little leak.
Pssst! turned and saw, her bare
from head to her feet.

She grinned and approached me
"let me make thy plumbling leak."
So, I grabbed my tools and ran.
The door I did seek.

Might it just turn out to be
she may be just confused again
and dialed the wrong number, or
maybe I'm just a dumb fix-it man.

Posted on December 8th, 2002

Father's Grief

Tis true. Our fathers different lay.
Yours ran the city. Mine toiled the clay.
Your sprawling cottage faced the sun.
Our flat? Barely did water run.

Your garden? Worked by a servant's hand.
Ours provided life from the land.
Both fathers voyaged through the city.
Yours, in glory, noted. Mine, hard, a pity.

Your private school? Freshly born.
Mine? Eroded, history worn.
Our fathers sought the same for us.
Yours, rode luxury. Mine, the bus.

Through the years of life we fall.
Now, "we" share this prison wall.
Though our fathers different lay.
They grieve the very same today.

 

DelCano 2002

Enamored With Joy

When I reach and touch your hand
I feel an agreement of words
sailing as a single heart, elated
all shifted and divided into thirds.
The sun, beaming its noon time heat
the moonglow with its rings of love
my soul, enamored with joy
singing praises to heaven above.

Del Cano 2004,May

Elusive Butterfly (A Collaboration)

O the summer sea, all those islands,
all beauteous things gather'd up in thee;
Springing where and when you will
sweet watermoons, in an Autumn evening;
And nature lavished in her cultivated garden
on Earth plac'd, in love more calm'd spirit
Butterfly elusive influence, wonders high
hovering free, and sings of heaven, as birds in the tree;
By impulse known, love's splendid home gathered up
in loveliness singing behind smiling eyes.

A shadow in the sunlight, return'd favour, feast
kneads, rolls the dough, adding passion for the leaven.
And keeps heat just below full temp of baking stage
flutter'd round innocently, while all in thy path do rage.
Ascended - less hasty than wind, spirit spoken
a serene voice praying to Buddha, hymns worshipp'd
And you, sweet love, naming the day for a happy event
hearts triumphant, the pleasure of forefathers gathered;
Fullness of heart, noontide stretched forth, and within you
as lights, down to the harbour, into the ocean, lands united.

Titch K/Delcano 2004

 

The Beast of the Bard

Watch it come tumbling down
From awareness you are around
Not one has yet to skip a beat
Bowed graciously before your feet.

You are the need we clamored for
The Beast of Boast, of the Bard
Each of us doth reach quite deep
To step beyond pleasure we seek.

Not one stepped forward to deny
Neither you not them nor I
Could resist the pull to join in the fray
The Beast of the Bard spoke of Love today.

DelCano 2003,Jan

 

Conversation So Graceful

The best of all days to see
from treasures she sweetly
provides from purse of fortune
yet not  only to some discreetly
but available to all who do love
wildly desiring all of the magic
reap the benefits of wealth
leaving others reeking tragic
in remorse lost in a blankness
when for no other reason
than their own lack of frankness
to accept all the pleasing
of  Sacred Love's filling
when Her gate swings open
exposing endless thrilling
with simple words spoken
ten thousand pleasures rise
heights damn near too tasteful
for simple souls to realize,
no "Conversation As Graceful."

Del Cano 2004, July

 

 

Who I Used To Be

I took a step outside myself
To find what I might see-
found a total stranger standing
Face to face with me.

I dashed off to the nearest mirror -
Found everything the same.
Not only did he look like me
He even bore my name.

How, I questioned, can this be
Someone who looks like I?
For even though I’d stepped away
We still stood eye to eye.

It finally dawned upon my mind
The stranger that I see
Is not the man I am today
But who I used to be.

Edited 8/20/04

Del Cano 2004

You Make Me Wanna Holla

You make me wonna holla
maybe even jump and scream.
The way you love me, woman
can only be called supreme.

The magic of your touch
like a heavenly spark
and oh, my love, your kiss
just like a lightning arc.

I tremble in your arms
when we make love like that.
All the dreams I ever had
now are truly called a fact.

I need only to repeat
love your arms round my collar
and all those joyous screams
damn, you make me wonna holla.

Del Cano 2004 August

In the Quiet Of My Recall I Spent A Magic Yarn

In the quiet of my recall
of pleasant days yet gone;
In the visions of my mind
I spent a magic yarn.

My eyes saw the moments
of times I wish for now;
of glances and smiles so sweet
causing wrinkles on my brow.

The chattering of children at play
rebounding throughout the house.
I saw that summer's noon
when you became my spouse.

Memories of so many trips
we took from year to year.
In the quiet of my recall
those memories rang so clear.

I still see you brush your hair
as you stroll across the floor
but wise I be to face the truth
I'll visit those times no more.

I wallow in your soothing moves
how fluid they always are
when I met with a failing day
you raised me back to par.

Of many things I'd like to frame
and see them kept alive;
one could say your softness
really ought to survive.

There were so many scenes
aglow with candles rays.
Intimate moments, webbed deep
in my memories of gone-by days.

Some moments remembered
that seemed so far away
yet in the magic of my yarn
they appeared like yesterday.

Of purchasing yellow roses;
the pointsetta stains on the table
carried my mind back, years
making me jealous "I'm" not able.

Respending many years can be
a wonderous time in thought
though pleasant sights can become
a bit of sorrow I've bought.

Yet, in my days of solitude
I need peace at evening thru dawn
thats why in the quiet of recall
I spent this magic yarn.

Del Cano 1982, May

Serenity Of Spring

Oh, blossoms of sweet scented thought;
as I stand amidst this brilliance
of Spring, you burst from the hide
A tempting foray of luscious hues.
The blue jay tweeting its’ song
while the robin pulls on the worm
and more life rises from the garden
anew, with a touch from the creator.

I stand in awe focused on the rose,
the violets, tulips, pansies and lilies
all massaging the soul to a crescendo.
Its’ orchestrations, the “epitome of serenity”,
sing a peaceful fulfillment of passion’s desire.
And as I stand here leaning on my rake;
debris from winter’s nap surrounds and helps
me welcome the Serenity of Spring!

Canopy of the Evening

(A Collaboration)

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

I Don't Need No Doctor

I don't need no doctor
this is like a confessional
I got you by my side
a true medical professional.

That smile first thing at day
is the best  therapy around
and when I am out of sorts
you can realign the frown.

I don't need no doctor
not the way you operate
you carve out adversity
so life is a total satiate.

If I am really getting bad
its good to know you'll enter
and work your magic healing
take me to your medical center.

I don't need no doctor
what can they really do
my health is in good hands
as long as I got you.

Del Cano 2004 August

 

Feel You?

Words are difficult
to burst thru the darkness
you harbor with such
howling desire.
Each time I think
of you, of your pain
my soul ignites in fire.

Just call my name
let me hold you
just whisper it out loud
I'll run to you.

Oh, I so hate the voice
I hear above the rumble.
Primal drums beating
begging for a tumble.
Pent up sexual juices
flood the senses of the soul
desire, powerful as yours
should never get so old.

Just whisper my name
I've longed so much
my body drools for you
craving a simple touch.

Let me bring on an eclipse
of both the sun and the moon
take a ride on the magic carpet
while we sing the same tune.
No clitorial ache should rise
from so long a lack of action
allow my use of tongue and all
to present your best satisfaction.

Your only flaw is loving
one who fails your needs
in leaving you in agony;
senses crying out in pleads.

Just call me or a simple
whisper certainly will do.
I feel you. Touch, hold me
let me come running to you.

In response to Tammy's "Feel Me"
Del Cano 2004, August

 

 

 

When Did You Leave Heaven

When Did You Leave Heaven

When did you leave heaven
I really would like to know
you seem so much like an angel
perhaps thats why I love you so.

When did you leave heaven
know it wasn't a planned event
just don't believe the Lord
could possibly know you went.

When did you leave heaven
did you just step out and fly
or do you have a special mission
to teach us all how to soar the sky.

When did you leave heaven
I would really like to know
you seem so much like an angel
I never want to let you go.

Del Cano 2004 June

 

 

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

Balance At Words Of Fire

Ever feel left out
Or maybe just ignored
Feel like a need to pout
Or ask are they bored
perhaps your word
is not of good reason
Like a song not heard
or meat without season.

Have I not grown up yet;
I write mainly in rhyme.
Free verse is hard for me
But I try from time to time.
We, who write in this style,
Do crave your input too
So we ask some of you to file
A comment or maybe two.

At times, out in the dark
We linger with our scrolls
Begging for you to spark
Or count us on your rolls.
We need the same love
crave with the same desire
dying to be seen from above
in Balance, On Words of Fire.

DelCano- 2004, May

She Sung Me A Love song

She Sung Me A Love Song

She touched me
seduced the deepest part
raised to the hieghts
placed passion, a la cart.

Humming sweetly
laid out as a buffet
increased the volume
in a most powerful way.

Notes, ever more clear
well placed on the scale
no longer background
that band just sailed.

Oh my, did she sing
loudly but crystal clear
leading that band
to places far and near.

Shamelessly, her song
burst all out in a sizzle
volcanic words erupting
far beyond a drizzle.

Jazz, rock, rhythm n' blues
soul stirring powerful sound
caressing me to heaven
no longer a world around.

Exploding passions
crescendo came with a "bong"
Oh my goodness, hallelujah,
"She Sung Me A Love Song".

DelCano, May,2004

Little Things Mean So Much

I stood out under the stars
looking up at the clear dark sky.
Then I missed the little things
like the twinkle in your eye.

I stood and watched the moon
to the sky it adds a magic light.
Like the nearness of you
a warmth on a cool dark night.

While standing under the heavens
I yearned for a smile from you.
It adds a bit of gleam
like a drop of morning dew.

Oh, for your breath on my face
or the tingle of your fingertips.
a phrase spoken in silence
beaming, I love you, from closed lips.

Yes, while standing under the stars
I feel the magic of your touch.
It's really a little thing - but
the little things mean so much!!!

DelCano- November 22nd, 2002

Feed Me, Woman!

Speak to me, woman
thy words are as a meal
I gorge on.
Words whose flavor are akin
to honey dripping from a muffin.
As I bite into its lavish fiber
drips well at the corner
of my mouth,
tongue struggles
in an effort to slurp
even that wayward morsel.
Nary a letter might go to waste.

Feed me, woman!

Place those strawberries
twix my lips
as you so tenderly do
allowing me to savor
every bit of the juices
as I roll the fruit on my tongue
inebriating all sense,
penetrating my whole being,
from thy special brew.


Thy words are tidbits of joy
sprinkled as powdered sugar
on top of a freshly baked tart
and when mama allowed...
like licking the bowl
after the cake is in the oven.

Feed me, Woman!

You speak not only sugary treats
yet a balanced meal.
Meat and tatters, spiced,
cooked to perfection,
gravy steaming on top,
garden fresh veggies
drenched in the butter of your smile.
Thy words call up memories of joy
and mesmerize my psychic
which floats to a pillowry rest
on a bed of clouds.

O Feed me, woman!

Words which assist in the daily walk
thru that dark archway;
the one I must cross to make each day
a show of love
and watch as the chewing of thy words
advances the metamorphous which lifts me.
Lifts me higher in the glow of the moon
and within reach of the glittering stars.
Lift me in a journey touching all the universe;
beaming, glowing a magnificent array
of rainbow colored hues.

Feed me, woman, allowing those sweet tarts
baked so lovingly in thine own oven
to gorge my soul and in my mind,
fly and soar with passion spilling
lovets to each in need of joy.
Allow me to touch the wandering heart.
Let me squeese love into the smallest cracks
and as the ill of heart search,
be touched.

Feed me, woman!
If no other understands;
I do.
If none other grasp thy purpose;
I shall
and thrive in the warmth and sweet
aromas radiating in words
from the oven of thy heart.

DelCano 2004

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

Wasted Excercise

You strut with ease
showing off your tail
but the flairs you send out
are to no avail!

Del Cano 2004 June

Now now ladies.

your minds are rushing
to the wrong conclusion
the thought "was" on a peacock
struttin for his inclusion
in the hearts of the hen
but now I've got this infusion
of ideas about the protrusion
driving me to utter delusions
as if you two started a collusion
to make sure of my confusion
and any thought of extrusions
surely would be to my exclusion
and may even lead to a contusion
for the lavishness of my profusion
making me to go into seclusion.

But I did enjoy the thought of the mental illusion.
Spencer (damn, that was fun)

Ole Southern Eatin Man

So tired of baked chicken
count tofu as something fake.
I don't mind tuna salad
but today I crave a steak.

Creamed beef might get by
for more palatable fair I beg.
Just a few grits and a little butter
topped with a soft fried egg.

Baked halibut for some will suffice.
I've heard it called a great dish.
For my taste buds nothins better
than deep southern fried catfish.

I eat broccoli, asparagus and such
even, at times brussel sprouts.
A pot of pinto beans and neck bones
will surely bring out the shouts.

Wheat germ bread is okay
pumpernickel, white, even rye
but a pan of buttered cornbread surely
satisfies the taste buds' eye.

Some stuff just may be cool
frozen yogurt is alright

what's wrong with a scoop of ice cream
at least every other night.

Crumpets and tea might be sweet
or dessert I might just walk by
but how can you expect me to give up
both apple and sweet potato pie.

Fruit cocktail and ginger snaps
don't take too long to get old.
An occasional pinch of ambrosia
has never hurt a soul.

Okay, okay, okay!

I watch my diet like I'm suppose
so please don't misunderstand.
Give me just a little slack, cause
I'm just an ole Southern Eatin Man.

@Spencer

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.
 

Take Me Higher (A Roundelet)

Take me higher
and melt me with your magic touch.
Take me higher
reach above former heights and feel
the strength you have planted, so much
and let's ride together. Go dutch.
Take me higher!

 

Just A Little Dribble

After buying my supplies
and many cups of coffee
planned to stop at the gas mart;
the need was rising awfully.

Noticed it as soon as I got in.
The sign read, "Out of Order".
Carefully, I got back in the van
and had to drive a bit farther.

When I was at the next stop
another problem was facing me.
Seems the door was firmly locked
someone drove off with the key.

Ah, there's a QT not far away.
My problem is solved, I thought.
When I noticed the pipes on the floor
progress came to a sudden halt.

The situation was nearly critical.
Things were about to be out of hand.
From desperation I remembered
the bucket in the back of the van.

Wow! Finally! Such a sigh of relief!
Barely, as the last dribble was done
the doors suddenly flew open-
two cops staring with a pointed gun.

They had been duly misinformed
searching for a robbery suspect.
After some explaining for a while
finally got my deserved respect.

This unnecessary frustration
which today, fell upon me
was one hell of an experience
as result of my need to pee.

Go ahead, laugh. Have your fun
I hate so much to spoil it.
But in my van tomorrow
I surely will install a toilet.
 

Del Cano 2003

By Day I Shall Be Well Again

Come to me in my dreams and then
by day I shall be well again.
For then the night will more than pay
for hopeless longing of the day.

Come, as thou came'st a thousand times,
a messenger from radiant climes
and smile my new world and be
as kind to others as to me.

Come at first nightfall and smile
upon a moment for just a while.
Bringing with you times to remember
like our childhood in December.

My days I fill with busy tasks
to help these hours go by fast.
But when I lay me down to sleep
I call upon that "dream" I keep.

For then the night will more than pay
for hopeless longing of the day.
Come to me in my dreams, and then -
BY DAY I SHALL WELL AGAIN.

Del Cano 1982 May

Thank God I'm Glad I made It

Thank God, I'm Glad I Made It *divasoul's pick of the week* "Dedicated to Natasha"


I heard your pleading cry,
the confusion of your days
and the lines you step across
while in your foggy haze.

I too heard the drum beat.
That damn noise up in my head;
frightening delusions point me
to where I must be led.

But, through all that noise
a sweet and steady sound
came pulsating through
even with all the hell around.

Love thy self! LOVE THY SELF,
was the whisper that was heard
till finally it became a "SHOUT"
and a life saving word.

My uncertainty slowed
then all the fantasy faded.
Now, I yell to the top of my voice
THANK GOD, I'M GLAD I MADE IT!

Note: Natasha is a young woman whom I counseled from the ravages of a serious drug habit who has successfully kicked that hell aside and is now a student who helps others do the same. I am proud of her.

Del Cano

Closing Of Night And Day

I wonder where the darkness goes
when daylight does appear.
It seems to crack a smile
when the sun is coming near.

Wonder how the sun knows
when night is coming around.
It simply waits till twilight
then smiles on the way down.

The closing of the day
marks the closing world's eye.
The sun setting patiently
waves to the world, "Goodbye."
 

Del Cano

Looking In My Lover's Eyes

Looked in my lover's eyes
saw eternity lingering there.
Was a kind of tranquil serenity
in the life of love we share.

Saw did I, a kind of hope
from an honestly deserving heart.
Begging me to keep us true
to our promise never to part.

Deep in my lover's eyes
was an urgent need for love.
Pureness from faith in me
a sacred touch from God above.

Looking in my lover's eyes
is like looking out at sea.
So endless are the ties which bind
this eternalness in you and me!!!

Del Cano

Because You Make It So

My love for you increases
with the passing of each day
and blossoms forth in tenderness
to form a sweet bouquet.
Each week adds just a little more
of things to make it strong.
Sincerity and deepest trust
help it to go alone.
The months bring hope and faith to me
and cause my love to sing
a song which mellows more each time
your kisses pluck the strings.
Your smile is fuel to keep it warm;
your words cause it to flame
and sparks fly to the skies above
each time I hear your name.
And that is why, dear love,
my love for you will grow
to fill this life with happiness
because YOU make it so.

DelCano

But To Cry

A most poignant write
spilling out into the street
rolling thusly uphill
begging with hope to cleat
thy firm belief to die
refusing the towel's touch
to dab tear stained eye
and reaching back to much
of the "then", what was used
and not grasping what "is"
to fight back the old abuse
or a new days open fiz,
thus the tears last night
from failure to pay attention
to the burst of new light
you forgot to loudly mention.
So instead the devil dances
and looks directly in the eye
forcing out potential chances
leaving all for you, but to cry.

Del Cano-May, 2004
A response to poem written by a lady who refuses to see hope but wallows in grief and pain.

My Angel In Disguise

I met a lovely young lady

a most sweet and caring soul;

more appreciative to life

than many who are quite old.

She was much more respectful

than many we thought to be wise

and beamed so much kindness

seemed to be an angel in disguise.

Oh, I couldn't help but care

I must tell you all the truth.

Her intellect far exceeded

the obviousness of her youth.

Of all the many lives

I do pass from time to time

I am thankful for my angel

and that she could even be mine.

She makes me feel so blessed

I'm admired through youthful eyes.

I am so glad to have her with me

 

Del Cano 2003 April

Please Return To Sender

I bought and paid for pain
she was not a bargain sale.
The only thing I do regret
she didn’t come by mail.

After examining the package
I’d use tape as a mender
and boldly write upon it:
“Please Return To Sender”.

Then on the other hand
if I might be so boss
If she had come by mail
she might have gotten lost.

Del Cano 1983 August

As You Lay

While you lie fast asleep

to rest and start a new

thought I'd let you know

my heart is there with you.

And when you rise and go

about your daily tasks

remember I'm there with you

to make your pleasures last.

When the day draws to a close

and you're tired and in need of sleep

don't forget, I got you wrapped

tightly, so you will always keep.

I take a peek every now and then

making sure you are just right

taking care not to disturb you

so when you awaken, all is alright.

 

DelCano 2002 April

A Secret Spot

You seem to have found a spot
not used too often by other's, a lot
which fills thy heart with evervescence
and joy, love, and youthful essence.
A place of magic, sights and beauty
amist with nothing but loving duty.
You seem able to dip from it as a well
must be secretive, if not you'd tell
I'm not jealous, just proud, you see
you disappear and return, so joyfully.

Del Cano 2004,Feb

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
"reviving old desires with a thread the length of centuries span"

 

Future?

I finally got it figured out.
It's like they always said.
I saved and planned so well
I'll retire ten years after I'm dead.

Stock markets are way down.
Interest rates lower than in years.
Investments quickly evaporating
adding to the long term fears.

Fuel oil and gasoline
prices headed up to the sky.
Health care cost spiraling
yet the pros can't tell us why.

S'pose I'll just keep on working
don't see much of a choice.
No need to start complaining
they don't hear little man's voice.

So, I'll just stick to the plan
work and save till I've turned red.
Then I know I'll be able to retire
no more than ten years after I'm dead. 

DelCano 2003 March

 

In The Solitude of My Mind

In the solitude of my mind
I escape from prying eyes
those who attempt to reshape
change me to otherwise.

I just have trouble grasping
how, even after they praise
the desire to modify my thinking
is brought forward, raised.

I resist those prying eyes
wonder the purpose of it
plastic smiles and grins
restless to a fault, never sit.

If I am to be praised as I am
why is there a wish to change
I see no steady continuity
just oddities and quite strange.

I remain a self thinker
is that the trouble they find
then I shall keep it inside
stay in the solitude of my mind.

DelCano 2004 August

 

 

 

 

My Rose Of Many Colors

I planted a root stock last year
a tender stalk wavered in the rain
young leaves dangled for a while
almost felt it had been in vain.

As I pruned the other roses
noticed this one began to stand
took a firm grip in the soil
strong, as if holding God's hand.

Working in the garden one day
humming as I have so often
felt I heard a harmonizing tune
but as I approached, it softened.

Again and again the new rose
showed itself to be a special one
standing out to a beaming glow
as if it had been chosen by the sun.

Now, to my amazement and joy
this rose is like none of the others
daily I see different hues and shades
It is " My Rose of Many Colors".

Dare To Dream

I dared to dream a sweet song
though no one else heard the tune
and as I danced with the music
my heart headed towards the moon.

While fluttering in the heavens
I heard a song similar to mine
your heart singing in harmony
and it has ever since that time.

We have danced through it all
pushed adversity out of sight
to some the song seems old
we sing it both day and night.

We don't concern ourselves
with others' pessimistic thought.
Just soar each day in tune
and wallow in the joy its brought.

We stepped out in faith
happiness burst out the seams
sung our songs of love 
we both dared to have our dreams.

DelCano 2004, August

 

 

 

 

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 

Love, Never Grow Obsolete

Love, were you a Blossom Scent
I never knew had went?
A Fantasy yet not complete
or Joy blowing down King Street?
A Windsong singing within
or Notes from a violin?
Were you just a Spy
peeping at my heart's eye?
Something not what it seems;
Remains of fading dreams?
Though You were not yet complete,
Oh Love, never grow Obsolete.

Del Cano 2002

Why Won't Sense Come Breaking Through?

I

I felt a pounding o'er my brain
Twas lingering thoughts of you.
That pushing, pulling, oh, that strain
Might not sense be breaking through?

I step lightly or mighten I see
Those visions of your sepia smile
So scrumptiously winking at me.
Can't I go for just a while?

That tingling softness, tis her touch.
That breezy purring whispering voice
Needs to becken me, not much.
Whispy magnets give me no choice.

Chocolate candy-like, bitter-n-sweet
Rippling each time she makes a move.
Sparks dash from head to feet
Each time I view her hairy groove.

Oh, I'm but butter in the sun
And she's glitter as morning dew.
Each time I squeeze each honey bun
The real world slips from view.

Mustn't I be so hasty now
To relive each lustful taste.
For more and more I need to vow
Never to recall that glowing face.

II


There was a dream I once had
Twas strange I must confess
Vivid, I remember from when a lad
True, it became, oh, what a mess.

I knew a lady of the street
Who craved love from all she met.
Both genders gave her but a treat
She reached for all there was to get.

How true she became in my life
Showed me only the sparkling gem.
Twas not long after she was my wife
I was hanging by threads from a limb.

We did try to build us a home
And make happiness our own goal.
She could not beat that need to roam
And needed to live a double role.

Often times there seemed at hand
No better life for us could be;
For she was mine and I her man
But the nightmare came back to me.

On some occasssions we did feel
There were blessings for us in store.
But, this fantasy just was too real
One day she vanished, to be seen no more.

III

For weeks I prayed for her return
I craved her glowing face;
Memories flamed, the fire did burn
Her where a bouts I had no trace.

My grief had waned a little bit
I took the time think.
As I viewed the chair where she had sit
I refused to allow me to sink.

We used to have so much fun
When we played our loving game.
My wife was she, also my other hun (I was her man, she my hun)
But gone she is-- tis not the same!

IV

Now I feel somewhat free
Of those vulgar spiteful ways.
I need to forget the memory
And the horror of those days.

I felt the nightmare re-appear
When I dreamed she might be there
I awoke to reality and cheered
And sweet scents did fill the air.

I must step lightly and be strong
To not relive those memories again.
I will pay the price and live alone
So my sunshine won’t turn to rain.

But, there is a pounding o'er my brain
Might they be lingering thoughts of you?
That pushing, pulling, awful strain---
WHY WONT SENSE COME BREAKING THROUGH?

Entered 10/18/02
written 7/18/79 Options

Quiet Nights Are Rare

A curtain of lighted beauty
rises with nature starring the show.
A land of enchanted scenery
of a brand I never did know.

Sometimes there's a pause
You'll hear frieghtfull sounds of war.
But when the great guns simmer down
there's haunting quietness near and far.

While day is drawing to a close
the tenseness engulfs the sky.
The echo of sounding guns
tells you day has passed you by.

Now and then the show of earthly beauty
lingers quietly without a care.
The night just noiselessly opens up but-
quiet nights here are so rare.

DelCano 2002 November

In My Emptiness I Am Full

Though it has been so long
the perfume of you lingers
massages my heart's mind
with mental empty fingers.

In my emptiness I am full
More than feeble words can say
for in the splendor of my recall
we share a visit each day.

I am drawn by the magic
you perform with your smile.
Magnetic glances lasciviously
flashed, in your unique style.

Not even the best of wines
nor chocolate candy treat
could brew a matching flavor
as your lips do oh, so sweet.

Tantelizing tip toeing fingers
sending quivers through my flesh.
Yet have you failed to tingle me
and to overwhelm my breast.

Purring, as you whisper words
in that mild breezy voice.
All the world does slip away
as we cling with bodies moist.

As our glistening bodies embrace
I am but butter in the sun.
All time fades into space
'till loves full course is run.

As we lay with bodies sedated
in blossoms of love's incense,
like one soul from our bodies arising
we are lifted in its presence.

Yes, I must admit my full recall
and pleasures of its vividness.
The gem of that lustful thought
shines brightly in its presence.

Oh, for your breath on my face
or the tingle of your fingertips;
that phrase spoken in silence
beaming, "I love you", from closed lips.

Edited 2004, August  

 

 

 

 

  

 

 

July Remembers

See July is really my month
born under the Cancer sign
no matter what the day
I claim all of it to be mine.

Clammy humidity, no dobut
hot sun glaring on down
but I boldly take it all in
beaming smiles, no frown.

My roses bloom the most
and the tomatos are so red
watch out cause passion flairs
throughout my spinning head.

July is the most heated
drives my soul to peaks
steady flow of ecstasy
demanding lovers seek.

Such a wonderful time
flaming sensual embers
always flair to a fire
cause July Remembers.
Del Cano 2004, July

Infinately Connected

Infinately Connected-Photo Challenge

We are connected with infinity
from where ever it got started
from all of life's journeys we tote
the burdens only half hearted.

Many disavow the relationship
claiming they are actually alone
but I know the creator would not
set such a blatantly negative tone.

No matter where we reach
can't stray too far from the source
but still some close their minds
though I yell till I get hoarse.

I'm not going to relax till
more feel the reflected power
that our finger tips touch
with every passing hour.

Del Cano 2004, July

Star Lit Nights Of Yesterday

I dreamed a wish in solitude
which shook my very soul
it wasn't really  a bad dream
but seemed from days of old.

In star lit nights of yesterday
you crept into the world
by way of a dream you did
and made yourself my girl.

Have no idea where you
originated from or came
but you pried open my soul
by sweetly calling my name.

You purred a sensual sound
with a voice dipped in honey
lavished pleasures on me making
good days even more sunny.

Though you were but a dream
you, a master of teaching lust
and no matter how long the time
you taught me how to trust.

But your lessons on making
me the best lover I could be
were perhaps the best of all
of the things you taught to me.

Your explainations of just
what women need to be at ease
are among my recollections
that cause me to want to please.

I've lived my life the best
in making your lessons real
and not once have I forgotten
how to brighten sex appeal.

Last night you showed up
and caused me great concern
though I enjoyed your visit
wonder why you chose to return.

I heard that purring sound
as you whispered out my name
like in Star Lit Nights Of Yesterday
returned from whence you came.

I dreamed a wish in solitude
which shook my very soul
It wasn't really a bad dream
but seemed from days of old.

Why did you show your face
choose to plant this inner fright
Please go now, leave me alone
forget Yesterday's Star Lit Nights.

DelCano 2004

 

 

 

A Touch May Ring

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

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

No matter what the status
treasure each touch for real
tuck the memory deep inside
to keep forever, or at least until....
 
DelCano 2004

Response to Titch's "Toss'd Naked"

Response to Titch's "Toss'd Naked"

Though contentment might ride
as lovers lay in recovery's nest
spent love's aroma, fails not
to raise desire for lips to breast.

Endurable height of passion
warmth rising as if you baked it
eyes shut to famliar explorations
recieve bountiful joy, toss'd naked.

And in my intimate intervention
mine eyes shall savor your glow
from the newly aroused whispers
beaming words, I love you so.

Golden glow, creeped on high
entwined, kisses can't fake it
smothered in instinctive pleasures
come what may, got ya, toss'd naked!

DelCano 2004

Night Magic

You and I strolled the path
gliding thru the best of vision
pleasured by all of the images
caused our hearts a collision.

Surrounded by likes of rose
hyacinth or cypress tree
lined the path and posed
as standards of royalty.

Under gold and yellow sky
prefer to call it destiny's roll
stunning, the sights of the eye
a most lovely deliberate stroll.

Nothing more might be touching
as our foray, seems a bit pelagic
knowing how I shall be clutching
and loving you neath "Night Magic."

Del Cano 2004 June

 

 

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,2004, July 18

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, ever exhaustless
and You, my deep ocean of love, hath saved me;
I can do no less than utter these murmurings
perhaps shout, O LOVE! Sweet foliage exalted!

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?

Miss Judy

It's a startling fact, the truth
Been fooled ever since my youth.
Being loved in a special way
Was nothing like today.

What I thought was "wow"
Only training ground for now.
Being loved with certain duty
Is being loved by Miss Judy.

DelCano 2000

 

 

Love Light

The sun shines by day
The moon glows at night.
They are heavenly bodies
That makes the world bright.

The body has a light
That puts forth a glow.
Love makes it shine
Down life's dark row.

The soul gleams with content
The heart with passion.
Love makes the body glow
In grand lively fashion.

So, the sun and the moon
Lights up the sky.
Love does the same
As life passes by.

DelCano 1976

Have A Blessed Day

Just stopping by to say hello
and bid you a good day
wishing for you to know
these are the things I say
so as you walk thru all this
work or just fiddle round
I wish for you a time of bliss
and feet firmly on the ground
but if you are a lot like me
and keep love deep within
you'll take flight, you see
and not tell where you've been
that way you can have joy
even inspite of this old world
and your heart can be coy
while you dance and twirl
for those tunes in your head
keep hope alive in your soul
while thinking bout what I said
then "JOY" shall never get old.
 
Have a blessed day!
 
Del Cano 2004
 
 
 
 
 

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.

Del Cano 1976

 

Hi, My Love

Another morning before work
Feeling frisky and strong
Wondering how you are
And wanting to belong.

Belonging to you is good
A special kind of treat
Loving you is best
From your head to your feet.

Holding you is great
But loving you is better
That’s why I am writing this note
Or, shall we call it a letter.

Just needed to tell you
I want you more today
And I need your love
In the most profound way.

DelCano 2004

Enamored With Joy

Enamored With Joy

When I reach and touch your hand
I feel an agreement of words
sailing as a single heart, elated
all shifted and divided into thirds.
The sun, beaming its noon time heat
the moonglow with its rings of love
my soul, enamored with joy
singing praises to heaven above.

Del Cano 2004,May

Glowing Thru Thy Pen

 The air doth tickle our senses
drive pleasantries to the surface
nature's distractions abound
smiling, a mighty holy purpose.

I feel a touch of heaven here
a spirit doth blow within
the mighty walls of this castle
are glowing thru thy pen.

DelCano 5/6/04.

 

Conversation As Graceful

The best of all days to see
from treasures she sweetly
provides from purse of fortune
yet not  only to some discreetly
but available to all who do love
wildly desiring all of the magic
reap the benefits of wealth
leaving others reeking tragic
in remorse lost in a blankness
when for no other reason
than their own lack of frankness
to accept all the pleasing
of  Sacred Love's filling
when Her gate swings open
exposing endless thrilling
with simple words spoken
ten thousand pleasures rise
heights damn near too tasteful
for simple souls to realize,
no "Conversation As Graceful."

Del Cano 2004, July