Reflections

I've spent a lot of time reflecting
about the situation I find I am in.
Walked thru the park and stared
at the ripples in the lake. Grinned
saw your face smiling at me
thru the shimmers of the water
and froze a smile on my face
at you, universal daughter,
a blend of hellfire and love
causing eruptions to start
fluttering all thru my body
and even, I think, my heart
skipped a beat and stuttered.
I was in a bad way at the park
walking round the placid lake
with blue jays and even a lark
mocking me, singing tunes
the same ones I hear you sing
making me leave the lake
frustrated with that bell ring
I hear when you touch me
in your very special way
making me forget that I
was there on that Saturday
to reflect on our relationship
and future positions to try
when we reach that point
when stars shine in my eye
and you turn to a guiding light
which directs my every thought
short circuits the whole of me
or maybe a need I've wrought
but no matter the situation
I long to massage you still
reach into that fire you brew
with a feel that I always will.
 
Have a blessed day. So much for reflections.
 
 
 
 
 

Inadequate Explanations (Damned Abomination)

Heartache cast dumb forever-abomination within
yet never an adequate explanation from start to end
End? Did forever succumb to the ravishes of inflation
or did it jest in the name of soaring flight? Deflation?
O despicable track leading to where ever that one light takes
with blinders on and gourd-ed to a corner. Tears awaits.
They follow the cheek's outline and drip saltily to the lips
yet in all the fodder of the false visions I saw on the tips
reality's truth hid behind a joyous lie. Forever was too short
or did my innocence allow the sensors to be out smart.
Sit? Surely you jest. Pain forces one to take a stand
rise and peep behind every stone. Waving the hand
as if a blind man reading braille making damn sure
he will not misinterpret the shadowy words once more.
Singing songs of heavens to be. And what is heaven to me?
Died a sudden unmerciful death. Songs burned, you see.
Diva, flickering flames of flowering flags flaunting fastidious
primma donna like soothing massages. Pleasures insidious!
Singing your song tho' out system of earth yet raising hell
spreading your incense of jasmine, casting your magic spell;
leading the troops like a pied piper twiddling that flute
then taking all your toys and vanishing like stolen loot.
Fear not though for in my recovery from this stunned shock
cloaked in the of armor of "thou shall not touch", like a rock
and with reflections of seething pain reminding me to look
before accepting the bindings and pages of that caring book
I shall get more of an answer than the feeble nesting need.
And constantly remind you of the "fact" you planted the seed.
Please note: my forever remains in tact. A beginning! No end!
I shall remain as your loyal servant's servant. Perhaps a sin.
Progeny raised and thy self on the highway of sensation.
Flourished happiness died a sudden death. Dammed abomination!

 

Del Cano 2004 September

 

 

Wishing You Were Here

My eyes span these halls
emptiness echos thru out
I feel a rage of emotions
including a need to pout.

The Queen of Write
not around the Hall
even my quiet whispers
bounce gainst the wall.

I want to rant
then strongly rage
point out the folly
I'll never come of age.

I ride the memories
am carried to a cloud
I do wear her cloak
words whispered loud.

I keep feeling like
oh, to hell with it all
she so easily shook
the stones in the wall.

There will ever remain
vibrations deep and still
Poet Lady's influence
dancing tingling will.

But I shall be staunch
in her recall; not bent
like the essence of a rose
with its lingering scent.

She will remain here
deep within my soul
like a sky full of stars
twinkling, ever bold.

Forgive my ramble
I beg thou pardon
shall remember her fondly
writing in the garden.

I've got to add
no matter what you do
I pray only the best
be brought unto you.

Perhaps down the road
on a cloud or a star
I'll pass an angel
and know who you are.

Till then, I'll hide
every dribbling tear
deep within by heart
wishing you were here.

Del Cano 2004 September 22

No Words To Echo

I was adrift in solomn thought
silence echoed by the lonely place
saw you still stunned by what "he said"
pain still racks your tender face.

Might I intrude in your thoughts
wish but to cheer....hmm, caress?
No mouthful of creative thunder
your heart needs no added duress.

I sense a solomn mindfullness
replaying the words "he said"
here on the darkside of midnight
I feel its time his cloak be shed.

I have no whispered scents
to ply and dangle your ears
but I do wish to lift thy spirit.
Maybe kiss away those tears?

No words from me to echo
or intrude your dreams of yore
here, take my hand, stand tall
you've been this route before.

Your soft sensuous touch
belies the harden center.
Might I guide you from here
and be your lovin mentor.

Oops! Too strong a start
the cravings tripped my soul.
Not one to mince my words
I always seem quite bold.

So sad, you here in the shadow
stuck on the dark side of midnight.
Allow me the honor of this dance
we'll two step back into the light.

No concern for what I said
words shall be far and between
the stillness of your tender heart
or honey coated lips I've seen.

I'll get you back before," he said"
and his danglings before your face
just wish to see that chocolate smile
sweet grins and a return to your grace.


(Inspired by "Things Said" by Born 2 Speak)
Del Cano 2004 September

For You With Love

You write a lovely poem
for the love of your soul
one that tells the world
love is great and bold.

Tell them how she lifts
every fiber of your being
towards heaven's door
how love feels so freeing.

Speak openly in your poem
how it's blessed from above
making sure you tell her
its writ "For You, With Love."

Del Cano 2004 September

Anticipation

On my way
the sight of you
in my mind
driving me
to the edge of ecstasy.
That plastered look
the public grin
signaling my heart's
transport to wade
in your touch.
Bathe skin to skin
in your flavors
wallowing in each caress.
Now, only one more
intersection
one last light
before I may
expose all of me
to the rapture of
every nuance
every fiber
every tingle of
our anticipation's
delight.

Response to Talitha's
"Bathing IN Your Delight"

Del Cano 2004 September 21

 

 

And The Band Played On

With not much rhythm in mind
than what would fill  thimbles
her band started to slowly play
from a light trumpet to the cymbals.

She conducted a whole program
grabbed the trumpet by the throat
but still kept the music flowing
believe she penned every note.

Her band was nothing but amazing
each instrument so fine tuned
as she tenderly struck each cord
I swelled and puffed like a balloon.

Her music, with horns and drums
played a steady strumming beat
no way could I be still but to groove
with flailing both hands and feet.

My my my she reached way down
seemed to be right in tune with me
I felt the pulses of rythmic sounds
murmerings, moaning soothingly.

Every time I felt the music get low
and thought the songs would end
that woman struck up a tender refrain
started the songs all from the begin.

Never did I tire of the repeating
notes dancing, prancing so joyfully
you need to hear some of this
ever hear a band play a symphony.

I did. And still can see her face
dutifully conducting with feeling
harmonies with flutes, saxophones
drove my senses to the ceiling.

How we got the sheets off the bed
not a single clue has been born
but I could care less than a damn
cause her band kept playing on. 

Del Cano 2004 September 19

 

 

 

Don't Interrupt My Lust

Don't you dare do it
don't interrupt my lust
my breath, being rapid,
exhales with each thrust.  

See, my imagination
has lost all its control
and focuses on you
endlessly with no console.  

My mind's eye sees
the curves and dimples
the entire route of you
even the goose pimples.  

Don't do it, please
please don't interrupt
you are locked in focus
dipped in my lovin cup.  

Everytime I focus
I see you so clearly
warm breath on my face
yearns for you dearly.  

I seem to be bathing
in the radiance of you
helpless but to hold on
wallowing in the aura of you.  

Craving your touches
feels so real and near
you come into clear view
tongue kissing my ear.  

Don't interrupt my lust
I need that rising tide 
replay each lavish thought
when we take that magic ride.  

Oh, that burning sensation
the warmth of your presence
tingles my deepest senses
bubbles like effervesence.  

Boiling, sweating steaming
rising ecstatic passion
lustful thoughts abound
praying they stay in fashion.  

Age did not cast out the blaze
it pokes out through libidos rust
still the flame rises from its haze
Ah, an old friend, Marvelous lust!  

No matter how far or near
you stoke my flames as thus
bringing me to a crescendo.
Don't you dare interupt my lust.  

Del Cano 2004 September      

Share Those Senses

My eyes comb the words
needing to straighten the curl
of the poignant flavors I see
hidden, begging to unfurl.

My senses are aware of much
each performs its job well.
Sadly many hide their senses
in hopes no one can tell.

I must wonder why many
in their attempt to slide thru
what is normally called life
shudder at  knowing you.

Perhaps all they need
is caring words to be said
or a gesture like a smile
but use to frowns instead.

Feelings are kept hid
heart wrapped in a box.
Seems they keep it guarded
hide the keys to its locks.

I'm no prestine angel
but do care that you miss
beautiful flavors of the soul
can be unlocked with a kiss.

Maybe your hiding ways
reflect actions not taken
which caused you to recoil
at thoughts of being shakened.

Use all those senses
can be heavenly thrills
the fodder for joy untold
added, making more frills.

Me? I'm all for chances
to let the soul beam out.
Sharing your world with others
might produce a happy shout.

Del Cano 2004 September

 

 

 

Endless Lust

A chance meeting I thought
so stuffed with sheer delight
openly, I soaked you within
overwhelmed, lust at first sight.

Instantly, tossing aside rules
charged full speed ahead
exploring passion's full limit
marveling at how it spread.

Endless, churning heat
touches fueled more desire.
The power of our passion
exploded to a raging fire.

All attempts to explain
failed, fell out of sight.
Thoughts corroded by action
bursting lust, at first bite.

Unsatiable cravings
like lightning struck
zapped the senses
sanity out of luck.

Each encounter grew
as if a volcano loaded
filled with needs buried
finally just exploded.

My mind is consumed
soul etched with yearns.
Your touch just rages
searing luscious burns.

The fire of us, together
blinds the best for sure.
An uncontrollable ailment
light years from a  cure.

Every fibre of me
tingles from your flame.
Morning, noon, night
quivers not to be tamed.

Helpless in our mire
sharing our loving blush;
thoughts of tomorrow, fade
today, wallow in endless lust.

Del Cano 2004 September

 

I Create

I create from the womb
of love's deepest part
burying pain in its tomb
deal strictly with the heart.

It matters not if they
think ill of my word
always shall I speak
of joys rarely heard.

I see no reason to wallow
in pain's sordid hollow dusk
I only know how to spread
the very best of lover's lust.

My goal is but the best
I aim only to create
and so passionately write
to thoroughly satiate.

Del Cano- 2004, August

 

 

 

 

A Night To Remember

I had a night to remember
after a tiresome day of work
brushed aside all the events
ah, to sleep away the quirk.

In the middle of pleasantness
sweet dreams feeling so real
felt the faintest touch and voice
at first, startled me to a squeal.

My eyes opened to a fog
a shadowry figure in a blur
cloaked in a gown of silk
unbelievable, could it be her.

My confusion continued
I couldn't tell if it were true
my dream was coming alive
could it really be, actually you.

The edges of pleasure
tossed questions aside
The whisper of a voice said,
"peace, we're going for a ride.

Must have dozed back a bit
for the scene was real to a tee
felt in sensual heaven, touchings
goodness, how she fondled me.

Decided, to hell with reality
I'll enjoy this midnight rift
I wallowed in the ecstacy
of this loving sensuous gift.

Felt the softest of a rustle
she mounted me like horse
Needed to scream and shout
but found I had no voice.

"Shhhh" she said to me,
"just hold on real tight
we're gonna swim and sail
I'll wear you out tonight."

Now, I ask all of you
what is a fella to do then
In the middle of a dream
becomes live like the wind.

A slow start turned to bucking
breathing, to powerful panting
wildly touching skin and folds
a mighty scene of passion ranting.

Seems like forever passed
the riding went on and on
made me feel wonderful
like a new day Don Juan.

Then as suddenly as she came
she faded into shadow's bliss
As she neared the door
she winked and blew me a kiss.

I slepted in peace and quiet
floating in my euphoric state
drifting in and out of reality
body spent from total satiate.

I awoke, replayed the scene
startled by a sighted ilk
there hanging on the bed post
a pair of Black Boxers, of silk.

Could it be. Might it have been
That lady I so love to peep
Damn the day. I'm going back to bed
try to recover the dream in my sleep.

Del Cano 2004 September

Come Out And Play

The playground's bare
not a soul wants to play
busy watching TV
on this crisp lovely day.

Lets romp around a bit
sniff lavender in the air
lets play hop scotch
if I promise to be fair.

Come out and play
I need your child like wit
as pure as a mother's milk
let's run, jump, laugh a bit.

Get on the see saw
I'll lift you up way high
or ride the maypole
like sailing in the sky.

Let's romp around, enjoy
the memories in style
reach back to our youth
and play for a little while.

Come out and play for a while
let your heart relax, unfurl
so we can revisit the times
I was a boy and you a girl.

The entire playground
empty to my melancholy view
a stage set for creations
with pleasant thoughts of you.

Del Cano 2004 September

A Flower In My Life

Perhaps I should call you bud

a blooming which keeps coming

A gifted garden's passion glow

a touch which goes to numbing.

 

You never fail to open brightly

blossoms of sweet tonal fife.

Your garden's fruit is outstanding

it has become "A Flower in My Life".

Del Cano 2004 September

 

You Light My Fire

I grin from the experience
the comfort zone of you
but the wonder remains
what does she intend to do.

Her drippingly teasing words
dangle me, always, on the edge.
Not always a straight thought
don't need a specific pledge.

But it would be really nice
to figure what makes you wow
cause your flirtatiousness
draws me deeply, and how.

No matter what, you thrill
and lite up my latent desire
stoke the hell out of my passion
light me up like a raging fire.

Del Cano 2004 September

 

 

 

Touching Words

So much to do about  words
I say lets not get so entangled.
Actions tell the story in full
without all that verbal wrangle.

My fingers will tell the tale
and all the little details too
when I am in my blissful feel
I am speaking loudly to you.

Just watch my face intently
read all the words in my eyes
you'll easily be able to determine
where every comment lies.

Why should we waste the oral
spouting nervous lines to say
what is so obvious to both of us
as we fondle each other this way.

Del Cano 2004 September

 

 

A Dust Ball, A Roach and Me

I sat on the solid steel bed
twas no softer than the floor.
Found no difference at head or foot
for my body felt it a pure bore.

I blew a dust ball across the floor
and watched it slide along the wall.
Counted scars on the steel door.
Then watched a paint chip fall.

I noticed a roach crawling by
thought it might ignore me also;
to the movement of my feet-wasn't shy
just proceeded on to where he would go.

He stopped near where I had blown
and sat by the dust ball.
Looked at me as if it had known
that I had blown it along the wall.

After hours of quiet filled the air
the bug seemed to get lonely too.
It helped break my silent stares
when it crawled and sat by my shoe.

As I moved my foot just a bit
it crawled back over near the wall.
I smiled when I noticed where it sit;
right back near our dust ball.

I didn't want to believe it to be
it wanted to play with the dust ball.
When a breath of air came from me
he followed it along the wall.

I sat in a solitary stare
thinking of what I just saw
but in solitary confinement...all's fair
though seems a mental flaw.

So....why not? Whose to tell?
Even if it's not how it should be.
We had fun in that tiny little cell
A DUST BALL, THE ROACH AND ME!!!

Del Cano

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

 

____________________________________

Need Some Help Ya'll

No matter where I go
Be it a meeting or the store
Seems I am the only male
Amongst women by the score

Tis not really a complaint
Just wondering out loud
Where are all the other men
When I’m caught up in a crowd.

The ladies do the complaining
Even when I’m the one around
There simply aint enough of me
To go completely all around.

I need some help ya’ll
and I feel it not a disgrace
I may be over doing it a bit
But, it keeps a smile on my face.

Del Cano

If I Could Be A Sponge

If I Could Be A Sponge
by DelCano

If I were not what I am
a sponge is what I'd be.
I would drain the sins from man's heart
and rinse myself at sea.

If I could but be a sponge
I would drain the wrongs from mind;
squeeze them up in me
and wash them away in time.

If I could but be a sponge
I would wipe up all the pain.
wring the world pure of cheats
and flush them away in rain.

If I had the power to absorb
the impurities of this earth
I would cleanse all the venom
which makes for man to hurt.

If I could but be a sponge
I would wipe the world's tears dry;
soak myself in eternity
never again to hear a cry.

If only I could be sponge
I would bring a halt to all crime.
Make the world safe and pure, forever,
TILL THE END OF TIME.

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 won't be further abused.

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

Del Cano October 24th, 1999

The Both Of You

Double heartache
twice as good
hurts more than
one ever could.
Though my heart
is still in pain
there is no way
I ought complain.
Though my hurt
was wrought by two
I had the very best-
the Both of You.  

Del Cano 1980

Somebody

Somebody needs to do somethin
'bout that house over there-
tis falling apart, needs some work
nobody seems to care.

Somebody ought to call the police
that lady over there said.
All that shootin I hear
makes me feel so scared.

Somebody should do somethin
'bout the crime over here-
all the youngins standing round
fills a lotta folk with fear.

If nobody does a thang
and we all wait on somebody else--
We'll see the whole neighborhood fall
with nobody to blame but ourself.

Del Cano December 15th, 2002

I Respond

To whom might you speak
to say love is but a mar
yet how can you talk of it
if you stand back so far.

If you fail to join the ranks
and bid love its' just due
then marriage could only be
a hindrance unto you.

Yet, if you are truly devoted
love surely will come to pass
and if it grows to marriage
you must work to make last.

Too often marriage fails
cause we deal from shallow emotion
rather than being totally sincere
to foster the deepest of devotion.

For me, no greater honor exist
than to stand proud and purr
and let the whole world know
that I am in love with her.

I cannot place a value
for all the blessings that unfold.
I'll SHOUT from the highest mountain
to make sure my story of love is told.

Del Cano January 4th, 2003

My Taste

Not salt nor pepper
garlic, paprika or celery seed
can provide the spice for me.
You are the seasoning I need.

All those outside spices
just actually go to waste
for you are the only flavor
which can satisfy my taste.

Del Cano January 5th, 2003

Learn To Read

Learn To Read
by DelCano

One of the fights I have stayed in
is to make sure our kids can read.
Tomorrow hinges on their backs;
the future is their's indeed.

If they can't assimilate the words
they see dance about their head
the essence will certainly be missed
and the meaning will always be dead.

There are just too many folks
who fail to prepare to move up.
They settle down at the bottom
like grinds in a coffee cup.

We need for them to take the lead
and step forward with their best
but if they fail to prepare themselves
they'll fall back with some of the rest.

On the issue of education
the message has got to be LOUD;
we need an educated future
to step out in front of the crowd.

But their failure is at the beginning
in cultivating the planted seed
by not understanding the seriousness
when they fail to learn to read.

Posted on February 5th, 2003
Total poems on Poets Corner: 41
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Standing Alone

Standing Alone
by DelCano

Sometimes I hear them scream
and complain about what's wrong
but each time I step out to help
I end up standing alone.

I mind not being out front
in solving problems in the hood
but every now and then, it seems,
others could be where I've stood.

Too often there is an attempt
to lay blame at others feet
yet they know I'll mediate fairly
no matter the obstacles I meet.

Today, the situation is the same
I'm again working on what's wrong
but it really is wearing me down
standing out here all alone.

Posted on February 5th, 2003
Total poems on Poets Corner: 41
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Page Two

Where are you going in such a hurry
passing me like I haven't moved.
When you arrive at the next stop
I'm steady on your tail groove.

Where ever you are on your way
I've been to that forsaken place.
Might just be one of the causes
of the new wrinkle on your face.

When the others were frightened
I stepped out and took the lead.
Paid the price at entry level
with children at home to feed.

Where are you rushing without me
I've already been right there.
Chained myself to their doors
to make employment more fair.

When you arrive at your destination
if you look around you might see
the stones and blocks have been laid
through sacrifice and pain from me.

You see, I already paid your tuition
I helped get you through the door.
Before they even noticed me
or even let me mop their floor.

I wonder how you'll feel
as the realization comes to you
that our fore fathers were the first
making you page 2.

When you look at me with disdain
while rushing to your suburban lair
you'll see, I'm your stepping stone,
when your nose gets out of the air.

Years before you were born
I was the Negro, the colored man.
I laid the path for you to follow
yet you hesitate to shake my hand.

Why the hell are you hurrying.
Have you forgotten I was once a lad.
I am still your kin. Grandpa, uncle,
might even be your dad.

Where ever you think you are
my foot prints have made a mark.
The one you so conveniently forget
that gave you a much better start.

Are you trying to escape from me.
What have I done to run you away.
I have only tried to lay a new path
so you could have an easier day.

Where are you going in such a hurry
passing me like I haven't moved.
When you arrive at the next stop
I'll still be right on your tail groove.

Del Cano

Edited on March 9th, 2003
 

 

You Sure Did Touch Me

Baby you sure touched me
put lots of love on my mind
thrilled my inner self and soul
led me around like I was blind.

Didn't need no handcuffs
I freely followed your lead
Fingertips tingled endlessly
before I planted the seed.

You carried me to euphoria
thru sensual raging storms
launched me ecstatically
as I held you in my arms.

Every seathing touch
beyond my senses realm
have mercy woman, we flew
you at the reins of the helm.

Each time I thought I arrived
you raised that pleasure bar
my temptations sailing
like a down south race car.

Damn, the sweat and juices
had me flipping and in a sail
my fingertips back and forth
like blind man reading braille.

No escaping till you said
I had no inclination to try
you cooked my goose
my senses seemed to fry.

Breathless and dazed
tongue hanging to the side
smitten by the sheer satisfaction
of your magic carpet ride.

I take it all back, what I said
bout the power we can see
baby, you put love on my mind
Damn, you sure did touch me.

Del Cano 2004 September

 

 

 

 

 

 

Only What Lovers Know

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

 

Breathe Me

Ooowee, so sensual a sight
touches, feels, oh, so right
breathe me, breathe me
go ahead enhale me tonight.

Pleasure sails by each stroke
senses shocked to mesmerize
gripping, feverishly growing heat
think you have me hypnotised.

As the fire burns down
the melt embedded to memory
take wings, please soar, fly free
breathe me, breathe me.

 

Del Cano 2004 September

A Cognac Sort of Day

The dream continued to brew
sleep stayed quite far away
the shower didn't cool the tide
I had a cognac sort of day.  

The several cups of java
dark and sweet to the taste
served to charm the feel
and stockpile on my waist.  

The lumber truck was late
forklift needed to be greased
but felt so lightheartedly free
all day I stayed so pleased.  

Architect's changes wrong
rarely believes what I say
still, I wore joy on my sleeve
in my cognac sort of day.  

Mahogany hanging all the while
long tresses and big breast
mingled thru my thoughts
among normal mental tests.  

Drenched in a sweating pool
panting like a thirsty dog
rewinding the heated passion
blinded in its sensual fog.  

I stumbled thru in pleasure's mire
so appreciate the feel this way.
Gotta give you hugs and kisses
for giving me a "cognac sort of day".  

Del Cano 2004 August