Your presence fondles me
touches my sensitive soul
reaches out and massages
like fingertips of gold
When you enter my sight
always a fluttering feel
the radiance you bring
peaceful and so still
Even when you are not
within my senses sight
thinking of you is warmth
chocolate on a cool night.
Your presence fondles me
caresses my every part
manipulates my senses
penetrates deep into my heart.
Del Cano 2004 November
Think I'll call off today
lack of interest to address
any of the issues of now
I truly confess.
I'll slide back inside
my warm cocoon lair.
Skip this day's problems.
Poof! Off into the air.
Think I'll ignore today
tomorrow can come early
don't wish to be sour
nor brash and not surly.
If I can skip today
refuse to face reality
get a break from the horrors
the weight of mentality.
I know it will be there
when I open my cocoon
but a day of respite
cannot come too soon.
I'll just call off today
relax and be at ease
start tomorrow off
joyfully, if you please.
Del Cano 2004 November
Feel like a magic man touching soul's hearts
stirring the pot of emotions at the start
and when all have been finally touched
lay down and take my rest, earned so much
at times feels like I wanna jump n shout
then just look at all and start to pout
but when my bare feet hit the floor
my soul awakens and I hit the door
to seek all who swims in the dark
take my stroll, barefoot, in the park.
DelCano 2004
What’s the real meaning
When life tells us a lie
And each time you reach
The ideal seems to die.
No matter the content
We all know it’s true
The real world is false
the lie stares back to you.
I fight for all I am
And try to help the rest
But at times the goals fail
Even as I target the best.
But, no matter what
I see it thru my eyes
The whole story of this life…
so full of big white lies.
Del Cano
I am one who has been trying
like you said to pass on the truth
yet words seem to fall on deaf ears
I aint hip enough for our youth
day after day the echo of guns
sends out such a piercing sound
tomorrow another brother lost
no longer gonna be around
as I go visit mama and who else
can't miss it in the street or walk
"stunning", no matter how often I see
his life outlined... drawn in chalk.
Del Cano 2004
But, did you not see
the shadow at your shoulder?
Have you no recall
of my promise to be there,
to assist you in times of trouble?
Has thou heart been so heavy
you lost a wing? Oh, to fly again
and breathe the scents of the heavens
whilst a whisper of the breeze
featherly, and caress they breast.
As the the blossoms 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
Which is madness anyway!
Del Cano 2004
I recognize not the face
Nor even know their name
I guarantee the outcome
Will surely be the same
They come one by one
To fetch a favor from you
Cause there is dire need
To get a dollar or two.
Yet each time I offer
To take them for some work
There comes many an excuse
and think me but a jerk.
Yet I keep trying to change
The wrong which I see
And try to make a difference
within our community.
But each time that you
Succumb to the motley fool
And purchase what he’s selling
You break the golden rule.
What you seem to forget
Each time you buy his deal
Is that you may be his next victim
From whom he chose to steal.
If you only think a bit
You could bring it to a halt
Cause every time he steals
You carry some of the fault
It makes me really sad
To see how weak we are
To allow this degradation
To continue on so far.
I have not need to recognize
The face nor even the name
If we do not change our ways
The outcome remains the same.
Del Cano 2003
Controlled Pain
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.
Del Cano 2004
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
I fixed her pancakes
had her for my meal
after that, started lunch
planned to sample more still.
The evening meal included
mashed potatos, baked fish
didn't hesitate in the least
she was my evening dish.
Doc says my sugar levels
were much too high
must have been the sweets
the first taste of the thigh.
I do watch my weight.
The problem? Late night snack
just have so much trouble
avoiding them when in the sack.
My will power is shot
those late night sweets
drive my sugar levels up
when tasting you head to feet.
Del Cano 2004
I sense the depth to which your heart
reaches to sooth the souls of those in pain
and your love spread broad as the heavens
like a holy umbrella protecting us from rain.
Your love oozes at first and then mightily pours
and I so wish I might return the joy to thee
your words have been and they do "Feather Me".
Del Cano 2004
I may be selfish but between
a thousand details to a day
and stuff I can't seem to forget
you always appear that way.
Maybe you peeped my Nautica
or my closet for the cashmere
wore it on the porch this morning
sipping coffee wishing you'd be here.
Odds are the world knows not
just how I'd love to sip your brew
Inhaling each whiff of coffee brings on
that "now knowing" aroma of you.
My mind finds comfort in our sharing
and the constant churning or yearning
raises the bar to a level of desire
barely below the heat of burning.
I harbor a bit of concern to speak
bout the nicities you bear by being
just who you are and what to me
though you have trouble in seeing
I sit, mug in hand, awash in your glow
sipping, smiling like a playful pup
my morning brew sweet and hot
mentations of slurp but not from a cup.
Del Cano
suppose I should face it
waiting is lonesome still
as I sit in quiet refrain
I feel a creeping chill.
expectations linger
so hate to let her go
turning loose is hard
when yet I love her so
no thrills in being left
along side the road
as excuses mount
another story told
I may as well admit
she's stepped on out ahead
loosed the touch of revelry
the love, all but dead
she must not have the nerve
to speak it loud and clear
so I'll have to end it. For us
the END has just appeared.
Del Cano 2004
The after glow apparent
our spent bodies drift
on a cloud of ecstatic fog
a sensual levitating lift.
I stare at her image
the form under the sheet
my eyes trace each rise
thoughts full, so complete.
Just moments before
in sweaty lustful tones
wrestling with passions
constant guttural moans.
She seems so at peace
so blessed a fragil state
beaming her afterglow
knowing how she satiate.
Such tranguility I feel
seeing her silhouetted form
feeds a craving to hold her;
hold her tightly in my arms.
So much pleasure, the view
similar feelings, I know
spent from satiated joy
I love that after glow.
Del Cano 2004
Hmm, I too had a way
with family buds and friends
and all thought the union
should never have begin.
But fate bestowed upon us
lasting love to their chagrin
now their wonderment changed
wonder if our love will end.
Del Cano
We need not long for words
the blue haven speaks them well
and plants the best of meanings
for poets to harvest and tell.
We soar cross heavens' field
sweet visual rhapsodies aglow
basking in love's wonderment
singing tunes we learn to know.
I treasure the freedom there
a "soft murmur beyond the skies"
and all the serenity and peace
deep in the heart and my eyes.
Del Cano 2004
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 at 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 explanations 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
wondered why you returned.
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
I fired up a smile
it came right back
she beamed another
seemed like a snack
Touted a grin
right on track
sent the same
she let no slack
can you see it
we have a knack
of sharing love
in our sugar shack.
Del Cano 2004 November
oh! she startled me
bumped accidently
on purpose
smile beaming loudly
fluttered a whisp
an age gone by
sorry sir
see ya like short ribs too
shopping for em
like you
my slow recover
saw her rushing
back towards
the meat counter.
DelCano 2004
A step beyond a free fall
all things of logic fade
into the love abyss of you
and satisfactions you made
Love to write you into forever
so our paths would cross again
let the world spin unleashed
as I love you towards insane.
If from your heart
smiles are greater
each one beams
as from the Creator.
And the love rises
to meet the desire
when the smile was
the start of the fire.
A smile is lovely
can be a true sater
coming from the heart
smiles are greater.
Del Cano 2004
sipping coffee on the porch
coaxing the sun to rise
waving at stirring neighbors
wiping sleep from their eyes.
leaning back in the yard chair
under the colorful burst of day
joining old friends like the crow
and maybe even the blue jay.
the cat's at the screen door
old mutt is laying by the step
hyacinths slowly yawning
as if they never slept.
Sipping coffee on the porch
a daily visit to fire up the soul
and help to shuffle in the day
while making life more bold.
Del Cano 2004
The feast of love never fails
to satiate the most inner parts.
To love like this is
the fulfillment of precious dreams
and thy wildest imagination's delight.
O, for a lark and thy love,
let me soar to the heavens and
select the most delicate flowers
to form a bouquet.
Or to the deepest ocean
to recover the shimmering glimmer
from a single drop of water.
Might I learn a new step
to twirl and dance as I too know
"I Can Love You Like This,
If given half a chance".
Del Cano 2004
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 was 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
Del Cano 2004
As I read a write you just writ
and it tickles my souls inner self
I write right back so the best of it
won't get placed upon a shelf.
So any words which I might say
get writ as fast as I can think
for if I fail to write it today
might sail off, quick as a wink.
DelCano 2004, June
Ah, the Castle doors creek slowly
opening to a wide array of verse
no matter what your fair is to be
it surely shall quench your thirst.
I find meals fully being served
since you know I am a glutton
I wallow round the table endlessly
till I gotta loosen my shirt button.
Another thing bout that house
so damn much joy and grace
seems to linger within its walls
oh, I've learned to love that place.
I can strut down its halls
and peep behind any door
finding love poetry, pain too
even at times a bit of folklore.
I get inspiration. Elation strums
the tunes of my soul's core.
No matter how long I stay there
I always return to get more.
Another thing bout this place
I learned to love real good
is that folks treat you with respect
like real friends really should.
So, if anyone wondered bout me
I'm telling you now, with no hastle
I'll be hanging round a long time
at this place called "Poetry Castle".
Del Cano 2004
Got you loud and clear
been to the same place.
Searched high and low
found it staring in my face.
Looked over yonder there
stepped right over the best.
Now that I know what I have
my soul doth stay at rest.
Del Cano 2004 November
I sit with mug in hand
a thrilling picture in mind
immersed in peaceful thoughts
beyond the realms of time
space and matter gone
stilled by the wave of you
fluttering in majestic order
as I drink this heated brew
a friendly gesture I make
whilest sipping warm desire
starting a new day again
blessed by your fire.
Del Cano 2004 November
When daylight rose
it chased the dark.
night is brought to a close
minimal embers leave a spark.
rinsing your visions peek
draining desires from you
nothings left of what you seek
'cept the opposing drops of dew.
but- you keep the vision live
with memories of the night
and the dance will surely thrive
when daylight takes its flight.
Del Cano 2004
Her instrument never fails to treat
another write tugging at the heart
me thinks her words are really sweet
and joined with the highest part.
See, I am of the thought and belief
she reacheth up and grabbed a star
shook and tossed for our relief
sent love back to where we are.
Love be from of the most high
beyond all earthly explanations
only a fool might chance to deny
its path is the "highway of sensations".
DelCano -May, 2004
Though I had a house full
of relatives and friends
something seemed a mist
all day at my wits ends
Oh, there was a joyous time
overeating and telling lies
listening to tales of the year
while nibbling on the pies
I was not really with it
flashed smiles all day long
inside I felt down and low
mulling over you being gone
Felt lonesome even tho
I kept a house full of folk
laughing and enjoying the spirit
often felt as if I would choke
Being lonesome is sad
even with a crowd around
and not even one voice
gave me that familiar sound
I put on my happy face
chatted along with the gang
my my no matter what goes on
missing you is a lonesome thang.
DelCano 2004 November
Let me cup your face in my hands
study the outline of your face
then kiss your lips with passion
close my eyes from pure grace.
Lay your duties down a moment
let thy arms be clearly free
so as when I hug you tightly
your can reach back to me.
And while I am being soothed
and return to a peaceful grace
I'll lift my arms in humble praise
take my hands and cup your face.
DelCano 2004, April
Lay your head on my arm
I want to feel you breathe on me
want to hear the sound of your heart
be comforted by your reverie.
Lay your head on my arm
I want to finger your hair
trace the outline of your face
as the tingles rise from there.
Lay your head on my arm
let me breathe in your scent
if you decide to move your head
kiss me for good times spent.
Del Cano 2004
Location of your vacation
truly a lingering sight
can't taste of your libation
though try if I might.
But the desert trip
may provide a teacher
for philosophies' filling
plus the crazy preacher.
May I have a puff
of your mighty pipe
and soar with you
till our souls are ripe.
Then rest from toil
and groans of all kinds
massaged by music
for lathargic minds.
Del Cano 2004
Just when I thought
things were going my way
the damn rug got snatched
forcing on me a bitter day.
Just when it seemed about right
my world taking perfect shape
the decisions I made spoiled
the tunnel shows no escape.
Seems like I am destined
to keep up that long fight
in trying to keep it balanced
a struggle both day and night.
I'll just thicken my skin
get braced for what ever
as more problems roll in
experience'll make me clever.
Del Cano 2004 October
Just let me hold you tonight
tomorrow might be too late
all those thoughts of yesterday
will fade out with the date.
You, here now, could have
just walked on out the door
yet you still linger and hang
beggin for and wanting more.
Just let me hold you tonight
knowing I'm on the road again
Can make no promises or plans
much as I travel would be insane.
You followed my route all the way
appeared though I warned you of this
Never around but a day or two
can't build a life on a fleeting kiss.
Just let me hold you tonight
nothing here to build a life on
there is only instant gratification
knowing tomorrow I'll be gone.
Del Cano 2004
Just call my name
I shall stand tall
what ever your need
just give me a call.
Hold you? Just a word
loving good as can be
you'll ride like a wave
floating cross the sea.
Protect you, always
drape you in the best
let all the world see
you are better'n the rest.
Just call my name
so we may start ecstasy
but I have just one question
how long is your "eternity".
Del Cano 2004
It gripped me ever so tightly
slung me to points unknown
let me wallow in the sentience
amid the seeds you've sown.
I too speak of loving winds
which often lightly caress
and hug the thoughts I feel
for your love brews the best.
Del Cano 2004
If I were the words
which bound me to you
I'd speak more clearly
you'd know what to do.
If I were the image you saw
when you envisioned love
I'd frame a view of the moment
cast it up to heaven above.
But reality says clearly you
need me more as your friend
than the lover you've craved
ever since from the very begin.
I have ridden the rocky roads
the paths you took high and low
but never once did I falter
with the places you chose to go.
We've shared more than we should
I stay right close by your side
the panting gets sort of crazy
as I see you trying out a new ride.
You rant and rave so easily
I hate to see your pain and hurt
yet not once did you see me
beyond the realm of just a flirt.
But I think its time you see
in all your travels and quest
you keep stepping over me
looking for a better happiness.
I have stroked your heart
when another tore it to bits
grabbed you before you fell
from the pain and trauma of it.
Said what you needed to hear
though my heart knew it a lie
anything to just be near
the favor of your needing eye.
I think it's more than time
to bring this charade to a halt
make you understand my feelings
steadily growing with out a fault.
While you have looked afar
often too many miles away
what you craved the most
is what I always needed to say.
You don't need the drama
and the public humiliation too
I can safely say, in my words
I am the one who really loves you.
If I were the words
which bound you to me
I'd love and cherish you
from here to eternity.
Del Cano 2004
I wrote your name on the clouds
and have it stamped in my heart
the sun beams bright with letters
as I work the words from the start.
your name is written in the sky
and drifts off deep in the blue
it matters not where I read it
as long as it spells just you.
Where ever I look I have a need
to see your name right there
for it massages and fondles me
and tells me that you care.
I live a simple life with you
a blend of God's best emotion
filled with all of the nicities
the best is love and devotion.
I write your name in the clouds
and let it drift along the way
for I so love to read your name
throughout each and every day
Del Cano 2004
I write poems which help you
to reach and touch a feeling
sometimes just a word or two
can start your heart to reeling
And for myself I write just
for gratification and pleasure
to create or maybe raise
a thought from its leisure.
I write poetry cause it feels
so good shaping a thought
exploring senses and minds
to see what I have wrought
I can take a trip to places
no other has ventured to go
sail the high seas or fly off
to London, Nigeria or Tokyo
All I need do is start a word
maybe it will take a phrase
to start a journey of joy
which leaves all in a daze.
I've made love all over
danced in exotic places
consumed a variety of food
put smiles on many faces.
I write poetry to tell a tale
to sing a special love song
wallow in the deepest of lust
making sure you come along.
I create verses which may
make you cry from pain
perhaps laugh up a storm
then I start all over again.
I love to explore the years
or the season's special glow
each and every creation
comes from my heart's flow.
So enjoy raising passion
kissing all the hidden spots
outlining her with my tongue
damn I love lovin a lots.
It doesn't matter the topic
I can go there and use my wit
stir up a political argument
write words to make you forgit.
Sometimes I punctuate
real good like a scholar
other writes are a mess
causing word nuts to holla.
For me, I get so much joy
from creations I bring to life
it releaves stress of everyday
and makes me void of strife.
So, now you know why
I write the words I do
to bring happiness for me
as well as joy to you.
Del Cano 2004 November
I was once afraid of heights
'fore light opened the door
now I never notice how high
just raise my arms and soar
Once hesitated to speak
fright said some might hear
now I babble with regularity
never considering the fear
So glad you came along
exchanged darkness for lights
now I just sail and soar
no longer afraid of heights.
Del Cano 2004
I tote thy love with joy
and drape it o're my back
for its protective shield
wears like a loving sack.
I step in love in the morn
and bask in it all day
for whence I 've come
there seems no better way.
Nev're forget its there
whispers as I think
and if I do slow down
it gives a little wink
It drips a lot of good
joyful tricks are then at play
and causes lots of tingles
as I dance on thru the day.
I tote thy love with joy
wear it proudly like charms
no matter what I do
feel wrapped within your arms.
Del Cano 2004
She spoke her peace
profound might I say
breathe, then release
a word did not sway.
As I peep in awe
can only grunt a sigh
got a crook in my neck
watching her float by.
Yet I must learn too
neath wings up in the sky
chasing you is just too hard
mercy, I too must learn to fly.
Del Cano 2004
I shall take your breath
and toss it to the wind
for those who need joy
will catch the love you send.
see, your breath is but
a whisper to the hearts
who are worn with pain
and need new starts.
A sensual breeze of love
a tender whisper to here
fluttering in the wind
brewing only good cheer
Your loving light wind
soothing pains to death
spread it for all to breathe
I shall take your breath.
Del Cano 2004 November
awakened with a sudden start
floral scents surrounding me
a touch of jasmine and lavender
engulfed the senses fully
before I realised the draw
"she" was caressing my face
all the strength I mustard
shed the least of a trace
I told myself it couldn't
be the one I was thinking
the mahogany of her hair
seemed as twilights blinking
needed her more than I knew
my cravings were just too much
had tried to turn her off in mind
but was stricken by her touch
she paid me a surprise visit
brought the bounty of her lust
and though I wanted to deny
moved in tune with each thrust
oh woman, do thy thing
and slip on out as you do
ravish and burn me still
leave though I still need you
what ever your reasons
too heavy for me to discern
but I give a damn less to know
just fan my libido to a burn
come when you will
at the dark side of midnight
anytime for me is fine
your loving is always right
I gave up all else
the touch, the feel
just come make love to me
I so long for you still.
Del Cano 2004 November
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 I'm gonna speak
of joys you've 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
my only aim is to satiate
its why I passionately write
and work so hard to create.
Del Cano- 2004, August
How much does it cost to smile
sadness becomes you not
give your face some excercise
show us what you've got
Beam those teeth real bright
spread your mouth real wide
let the sun bounce off your face
go ahead make sadness hide
You seem to want to hesitate
might it enjoy it after while
come on now; light up your face
how much does it cost to smile.
Del Cano 2004 November
Have you not awakened
felt a wonderful rush of bliss?
No matter what is to be faced
your heart just wants to kiss?
Having my feet touch the floor
is a blessing I'm thankful of
another opportunity to shout
of heaven's lovely white dove.
Of course you have, love shows
and we share of love's delight
fight and strive to spread it all
within each poetic write.
Just to spread our wings
show twinkles in the eye
jump and soar to the heavens;
dear God, how "WE" love to fly.
Have you ever been lied to
I mean creatively outstanding
the kind of lie which strikes out
is overpowering and demanding.
Now try this on for size
you love someone totally
they confess they feel the same
but they act anecdotally.
I allow it and blame myself
I lived with the lie because
I wanted her and I needed her
included no escape clause.
I stretched with the truth
amazing though it was
even a little bit of her
gave me my just cause
Lately she crossed the line
the lie became too farfetched
even my desire could not
allow for it to be so stretched
The chasm grew too wide
the abyss dark and deep
the lie more outlandish
no way I could see to keep
All the love in the world
can't hide from a pure lie
the type which grows on its own
seems to take wings and fly
I could live with a bit of it
even a tall tale to boot
but hey yaw'll, this monster
is making me get up and scoot
Her loving is worth a lie
her sensuality amazes me still
but as I realized the truth of it
lost it. No longer had the will.
It takes a hell of a person
to take your heart and twist it
while telling you all about her love
willing to write about it and list it
Love? a misdemeaner at the least
lust a more punishable crime
but I have no regrets at all
I had such a wonderful time
Now, don't get me wrong
I hurt and I mean real bad
but being one to deal with it all
I tend to taper it to just sad.
I am not going to allow
her to drag my heart around
and run at her beckon call
nor do a dance like a clown.
Being one who loves deeply
I tend to allow me to cry
and will no longer tolerate
living with this damn lie.
Del Cano 2004 November 24
You seem prepared
to face battles on high
and reduce the dragon
to a huff and a sigh.
Whose crushing depths
fade within your thighs
and the heat you start
bring tears to his eyes.
Dragon man's desire
tongue lashings galore
erupting molten lava
as he craves for more.
Seems to me a treat
dragon's pending sate
surprised consumption
by you, Dragon Bait.
Del Cano 2004
Seems like these decades
feel more like centuries
than the relative short time
spent creating its histories.
Remember when a dime
would buy a loaf of bread
tho we had few phones
neighbors knew what we said.
Parents worked the same job
for so many years in town
and whatever happened
neighbors would come around.
What happened to those days
the playground had a swing
milk came in glass jugs
butchers tied meat with a string.
The iceman had a wagon
was pulled by his ole mule
and grandpa milked the cow
while he was sitting on a stool.
Music was so pleasant a sound
told a story how love was good
today it bellows out raging hate
throughout the neigborhood.
We burnt our trash and leaves
watered the grass with a hose
plastics corrupted the earth so much
when breathing we hold our nose.
Used to hear my daddy speak
bout days he used to know.
Childishness hadn't been phased
now I wonder where'd they go.
Where is the ice cream
we churned on the porch
and the pan of corn bread
steaming, hot as a torch.
Cuba was the playground
for the rich and famous.
Now the best of cookies are
baked by Famous Amos.
Don't get me wrong
appreciate a moblie phone
and the sound of the pager
sends me heading home.
The microwave, a godsend
as well as the self cleaning oven
the internet is now included
in the way to find new lovin
These decades I've lived
seem more like centuries passed
But, in the course of living my life
the time seemed to slip by fast.
Del Cano 2004 November
Dear lady, you are my ego
powerfully touching deep
no matter what I write
look forward to your peep
your joy is most infectious
a previlege having you around
wear your words proudly
as if it they were a crown.
DelCano 2004 October
I want to kiss your lips
wrap my arms about you
massage those luscious hips
and trace your outline too
Damn I need to hold you
I want to kiss every part
suckle the sweetness I see
the thrills I dream about
be layed out before me.
Let me fondle the dessert
of your shoulders and breast
and as I linger there my mind
will yearn for all the rest.
Damn I need to hold you
Oh how I've yearned to taste
the sweetness of thy friut
and let my tongue wallow
in the essence of love's root.
Every inch of your body
I claim for my very own
the preciousness of desire
shows just how it's grown.
Damn I need to hold you
Del Cano 2004 November
Share Your Emptiness With Me
you invite love then run
you hide from the source
then you huddle in a ball
to be a negative force.
you tell yourself its over
love can not be for you
reach out just far enough
to spark a dream or two
then go hide in your hollow
that abyss of your mind
preferring to hide from love
of any type or any kind
how easy it could be
to fall in love and ride
the feathers of pleasure
being kept by your side
yet you run each time
a feeling comes true
preferring to hide from it
keeping love away from you
I know the lonliness
we share the way it be
wish you would not run
share your emptiness with me
Del Cano 2004 November
We Danced Away The Night
I could tell from her eyes
that certain sort of trance
she begs ones attention
when she wants to dance
Even more so I could tell
she asked about slow tunes
and started reminising bout
old baritones and their croons
As soon as we hit the floor
head resting on my chest
hair radiating vanilla jasmine
essence of love from her breast
We more so rocked
or shuffled one might say
barely moved on the floor
danced, non-the-less today.
All the world faded
we held each other so tight
slipping deeper into yesterdays
as we danced away the night.
Del Cano 2004 November
Softly, as snow has lain
in the boughs of the tree.
Your closeness surely provides
tranquility to me.
Not any single flower
nor garden's scented bouquet
could out-perfume your presence
here with me that day.
Never has a blossom
bloomed so very bright
as to my empty fingers
imagination's delight.
But, like the sun
as it slowly melts the snow,
a warmth stayed in my dream
till its final fading glow.
Del Cano 2002 November 22
Perhaps I am selfish
I keep holding on
while in the kitchen
even when alone.
Spun the tale of
apron on the run
nothing else she wore
hell of a tale I spun
I reach.. she moves
I see the juicy fruit
the fullness of her
and her treasured loot
she loves the tease
plays the innocent bit
when she moves abruptly
might expose a tit
ah, when she bends over
a much broader view
frankly just these peeps
no longer seem to do
Im gonna stop being nice
snatch the apron, play ruff
and when I touch her
feel her fullness in the buff
See, I know one day
she'll stop running and turn
wrap me in her heated arms
share the flavor of her charms
then my selfish self
will do sooo much rubbing
while holding her tight
squeezing and hugging.
Del Cano 2004
Been wondering bout forever
each time she said it was so
got so used to her prescence
thought she would never go.
forever, been smitten
with the budgetary axe
no more long range stuff
that's the modern day fact.
forever is shorter now
than it ever used to be
and the way it looks
disappearing to me.
Maybe forever will stay
when we be a good starter
hang around a little longer
forever keeps getting shorter.
Del Cano 2004 October
I think I lost my stamina
seems I really lost control
the way I feel about you
reminds me of days of old.
As in younger days
many years gone by
let my lustful itch
come forth to thine eye.
My fingers long to touch
feel the tender of your skin.
Massage the all of you
and do it all over again.
Me thinks the time is nigh
to grip my senses tight
yet in my loss of control
I dream of thee at night
Simple perceptions burst
into wild emotive lust
till in the throws of passion
methinks my soul may bust.
But the feeling is so grand
reminds me of days of old
precious times of youth
still "now" I lose control.
Del Cano 2004 November
What if I wrote you lovely
and called you my suppose
even if I wrote you beautiful
you still know how it goes.
If I raised your face
for all the world to see
they would find you lovely
as you always tend to be.
What if I wrote you stunning
and said you're all I need
till the whole of me is full
cause you're my lovin feed.
If I wrote you sweet
and tasty as can be
The flavors of your aura
would come out so syrupy.
So I'll just write you nice
a sweet lady in my poem
but strictly adhere to
the sweetness of your charm.
Del Cano 2004 November
No nursing home in my future
book me on a long term trip
to last for the rest of my days
on a Princess Cruise Line ship.
The average nursing home
cost about $200.00 per day
the long term fare on the ship
is barely half the cost I'd say.
Now, look at this real close
on the ship if I get really sick
they have doctors to attend
at the home it's a major trick.
On the cruise you got endless
recreation and many games
the home presents nothing
even near bout the same.
Meals? Endless fare
The home may not even cook
imagine eating in luxury
or calling room service to book.
Another fantastic advantage
people will rarely be a bore
see every couple weeks or so
we'll get new folks by the score.
Let me cruise the world
in splendor and revalry
Visit the best of ports
sailing round endlessly.
You know, there's even
room service every day
no laundry to concern
that's wonderful, I'd say.
Now, give it some thought
a movement is about to start
I'm gonna get a crowd of us
to thrill the sailing heart.
No nursing home in my future
pack my bags to set sail.
Gonna ride the wavy blue seas
never let life get stale.
Del Cano 2004 October
Might can tell from the tracks
just where the tears have run
but even one single little tear
could speak to some of fun.
The route which it takes
may say," love has rested here".
and you swell in the eyes of her
shed "Happiness In a Single Tear".
Del Cano 2004
I took a taste blindly
got hooked before I knew
now the worst I can say
my drug of choice is you.
Had no idea the potentcy
was as strong as a drug
wallowing round here
craving you and a hug
I get the jones from need
an addiction I cannot rein
tremors and lots of shakes
need a shot of you in my veins.
Cravings, yearnings too
let me hear that poetic voice
woman you got me hooked
"You" are "My Drug of Choice".
Del Cano 2004 November
Oh my, I just can't escape
this oozing layered quake
wrapped in chocolat-ay bliss
longing to taste thy kiss.
To totally emerge myself
like a wallowing little elf
betwix the layers of sweet
massage from head to feet.
Suffering me but to yield
and play in thy cocoa field.
A driving heated compunction
eager to lap for consumption.
Surrounded, no sweeter brew
cocoa madness which is you
drives the senses to the edge
shall lovingly lick. This I pledge.
Long for you to ooze and coat
shall repeat it make it a quote
that I see a most tasty addiction
another overwhelming affliction.
Let me swim in your sweet core
knowing I'll be back for more.
As I lap chocolate betwix the sheets
be drugged from the level of sweets.
Be it a curse of joyous embrace
my tongue craving for thy taste.
Matters not what they call this affliction
know I'm headed for a "Sweet Addiction".
Inspired by "Sweet Addiction" by Born 2Speak
Del Cano 2004 November
That woman excites me totally
and she thrills my senses too.
She knows what she's doing
when she does the things she do.
Now, anybody can touch you
and even share a kiss or two
and may even cook you a meal
trying to raise how you feel.
They may attempt to woo you
do little things to show they care.
A wee bit of teasing or a wink
a little wiggle or flip of the hair.
But to do it like she does
to come close may even take two.
She knows what she's doing
when she does the things she do.
I declare that woman is so right
matters not whether day or night.
Eyes roll back while I float in a trance
talk about her you speak romance.
Nothing I think may compare
to the way she raises my passion.
She is the only model of my choice
heaps that lovin on me. No ration.
So thrilling to me. Her ways
love it when she says,"this is for you"
She knows what she's doing
when she does the things she do.
Del Cano 2004 November
Just lie to me tonight
I don't want to be alone.
Pretend you knew me when.
Sing me any old love song.
Reach and touch me
give my passions vent.
Air out the hidden lust
you got my full consent.
Baby, just tell me a lie
anything I need to hear.
Raise the fervor inside
cause my body to sear.
See the smoldering "I am"
passion's latent brew.
Need not know your name
I'm right here with you.
Baby, tell me all the lies
you can create right now
Need to be held and cuddled
touched to the point of wow.
Just lie to me tonight
I don't want to be alone.
Treat me like I'm special
sing me any old love song.
Del Cano 2004 November
I've seen what you saw and more
spent the last twenty plus years
fighting hard to help open the door
but all I got left in me are tears.
From morning till late at night
it filled the most of our days
made every effort to make it right
but the masses walk in a daze.
Mama, making excuses for him
daddy don't even know bout home
at times the little ones mimic them
if it ever was hope seems to be gone.
Too much living on the edge of life
accepting wrong just as a regular norm
men stop making women their wife
get together and brew a heavy storm.
I could go on and on. You know the drill
not much my brown eyes miss in fears
seems the most serious thoughts are thrills
I aint got nothing left in me but tears.
In response to Browned Eyed Blues by Nu Eshe
Del Cano 2004 November
