Saturday Morning Fishing At Horseshoe Lake

 

 

Left home in the dark before light
my tires humming a road song.
A crisp yet lovely morning to fish
anticipation made me sing along.

Horse Shoe Lake awaited
in its pristeen Summer attire.
Waving grasses showed the spot
which would fulfill my desire.

Snatching blue gills from the lake
using meal worms and bacon bits
and when I used a few minnows
the crappie started having fits.

Laid a telescopic cane pole down
went to check on another line.
As daybreak woke my senses
the breeze made the reeds to chime.

Geese paddling their route
circling round their prey.
Turtle's bobbing heads
seemed to wave in the day.

A snake loosely hanging on a branch
just off the lapping water's edge.
Frogs belching out to the world
as the sun cleared horizon's ledge.

Imagined nature massaging me
as I shared the environments fare.
First thing Saturday morning, fishing
joining the canvas without a care.

Enhaling aroma of trees and brush
as each wave lapped and ebbed
magnifying emotions pleasure
like being caught up in a web.

By 10AM had satiated my need
was now truly fullscale awake.
Packing my gear taking a last look
at the serenity at Horse Shoe Lake.

Del Cano 2005 May  

 

My Lover Is Like A Fruit Tree

By DelCano and Naia
 
 
My lover is like a fruit tree
giving up some most juicy
tidbits and with the slightest
of a squeeze I get all goosey.

I serve him up a plate of pears
each sliced to perfection
then lick the juice from 'pon his chin
as he makes his next selection.

She even flows flavorfully
at times when we just kiss.
Of course I love her and
now her juices I so miss.

His mouth cups mine, a perfect fit
his tongue a spear of sweet mango
I savor the taste 'pon my lover's breath
and swoon to his honeyed tango.

Been out of touch for a day
or so and my cup is dry.
Need the flow of her fruits
tasty to my mouth and eye.

The sweet elixir of love he offers
with desire I drink from his cup
Ne'er full nor empty, the river flows
as from fruitful tree we sup.

At times she puts on a show
makes me flow like tree sap.
Leaves me rocking and reeling
making my heart jump and clap.

Our volley is playful, it echos the night
until with the look of intent
he swoops and engulfs me with savorous want
then lifts me, winged Cupid's ascent.

But nothins better than
how she loves me so free
Sweet juices flow in mass
just like from a fruit tree.

I serve him up a bowl of red cherries
each fully ripe and tender
he bids me lay 'neath fruited tree
and partake of heaven's splendor.

 
 
Del Cano 2005 May
Naia, May 23, 2005

A Note (Collab with Naia)

Felt the need to send a note
and speak to you up front
you, my dear lady, are
who my soul had to hunt

A little voice inside my soul

Kept whispering to watch for you

To pay attention at every turn

Yet still I wondered if it could be true

My soul and me are thrilled
to have you so nearby
the marvel you are to us
is always worth a cry

It's hard to believe you're standing here

My source of yearning, of love and light

Can't help but count my lucky stars

For I'm struck by providence most kind

The love you helped
to generate within
is more than a gasp.
it's permenant, my friend.

Loving you gives new meaning to life

A glowing view of what once was mundane

There's nothing I do that you aren't there

You make a crazy world seem sane

So, here I am writing
to let you know I care
that I do not go anyplace
without taking you there.

I wear this silly sort of grin

With just about everything I do

My heart skips beats quite regularly

Did I forget to mention this to you?

This is just a note
to wish you a good day
and to tell you I love you
and treat you just that way

With but a gaze from your brown eyes

You wield a power over me

To say "I love you" seems too easy

I guess that's the way it's supposed to be!

I love you!

Naia-Del Cano 2005

 

Slow Swoon Southern

This creative swooning touched
the inner thighs of my
traditional southern roots
and blossomed as a fig tree
just prior to bearing its fruits.
Liken to the outrages beauty
of an explosive sunset print
he painted the taste of a julip
with its savory twig of mint.
As if this were the inebriant
drawing me back to the tavern
of "Slow Swoon Southern."
 

Del Cano 2005

Silence Was Never Planned

Always enjoyed your words
been peeping at them for years.
Followed your joys and elation
as well, your painful tears.

I've traced the tracks you leave
as you massage each single word.
And just like your write herewith
rhymes better than most I've heard.

In this world of poetry, we choose
to visit as many sites we can.
I only peeped in on you, speechless,
yet, "Silence Was Never Planned".

Del Cano 2005 March

Might I Call You Comfort

Might I just consider you comfort
while you hold me softly with ease
pamper my tattered soul and reach
unto my heart you so appease

Might I call you feel good
for the way you make me
and never seem to run out
of your treatment's key

You hold a candle where
darkness tries to creep
and get stronger and stronger
like tea does when it steeps

I so love it when you
share with me and consort
Nothing but a softness, given
might I call you comfort.

Del Cano 2005 March
 
  

Love No More

The tragic fading of love
the dragging time to wait
till pain drifts to the hither
and time does not hesitate.

Never give up on love
it lives within our core
till scars of healing have set
we often say, "Love No More".

Del Cano 2005 February

Love Is Abundant

Love in me is abundant
it flows rapid like a river
can't help but to share
many call me the giver

Thru the hell which it is
you'd be shocked to know
tho I have learned to share
often life's mighty low

But thru creations in word
I find a sort of rising above
and strength to carry on
and share this "Heaping Love".

Del Cano 2005 March

I Thank You

I thank you for being you
to me you are as stunning
a person I could know
with few in the running

we share poetic verse
our minds seem so at ease
you increase the love in me
and surely love to please

I get all tangled within
trying to see who you are
what I know for certain
you are the standard of par

I tremble in your thoughts
as the day wears and to frail
my saving grace is you, my dear
when you appear by mail

let me thank again
tell you I so adore
I crave you endessly
yet seems I want you more

Del Cano 2005 April

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 do 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 I 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
as 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 By Del Cano 1998

 

Keyboard Muse

This is strictly for the use
of those who need a muse
in their creative roost
who won't turn it loose
but need a real boost
less they be induced
in attempts to produce
writes (some need excuse)
I present, "Keyboard Muse".

Del Cano 2005 March

I Did Not Know You Then

I did not know you then
when all days seemed the same
not one thing changed
until the day you came.

Oh, you opened my eyes
Brought hope back into my life
Added love and caring
And relieved my daily strife.

I did not know you then
When the world was a morbid place
But you brought smiles and joy
And put a grin back in my face.

Now I know you and
And the load seems much lighter
I can even see tomorrow
And life appears more brighter.  

Del Cano 2005 March

Garden Of Peace

I breathe in the scents
each smells of joy today
and plants themselves
nicely in a lovely bouquet

I read your words
a soothing release
and swell from them
in your "Garden of Peace"

Del Cano 2005 April

First Kiss

My pounding heart
seemed as drums
soul trembling with
expectant hums

lips trembling
yours dance and sing
first precious kiss
clipped dragonfly wings

In response to Dragonfly Wings
by Naia

Del Cano 2005 February
 

Hold Thy Tongue

Hold thy tongue in the heat of rage
do not loose it from it's tender cage
and if thy brain doth function right
you'll speak freely without a fight.

But if you jump without a thought
you suffer from the pain you brought
hold thy tongue and you'll be amazed
how more pleasant  might be thy days.

DelCano @2004

Thru With The Lie

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

Excited Reverie

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

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

burst from Excited Reverie.
 
Del Cano 2004

 

 

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. Will 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

 

 

All Good

The whisper of the touch
be it mental or for real
paints a picture of art
a stunning photo still.

I feel the words mingling
as the sensual buds taste
narry an image too much
nor one word a waste.

DelCano 2005 April

 

Enamored With Love

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

Baying At The Moon

Of course I could bay at the moon
perhaps stroll the paths of tomorrow
yesterday tells you all of the facts
from time yet to come with sorrow

Knowing each bit of eternity's way
data I found whilst visiting a future noon
no happenstance the trails I walked
I found myself baying at the moon

A fishing expedition lead me there
Canadian geese accompanied me
with rod and reel in hand, bait in tow
tipped the wooded path comfortably

could hear the river's flow whispering,
"come, bring thy sorrow and rinse it
fully cleanse to the marrow of the bone
go forth to tell the tale." I sensed it.

I saw tomorrow on yesterday's view
today never appeared to my senses
not once was I exposed to the now
or was I blind to the cost, the expenses

Tho paid my dues in full; receipt in hand
the last stance taken before life had strewn
every ounce of the fibers of my heart around
leaving me nothing but to bay at the moon.
 
Del Cano 2004 December

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
angel dear, please soar, fly free
breathe me, breathe me.

Del Cano 2004

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 1982

 

Beast Of the Bard

Watch it 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

 

Serenity Chinks My Soul

A Collab With Titch

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

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

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

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

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

Titch / DelCano 2004

 

 

At Night

Your selections are magic
they tend to touch the soul.
Like this suspended rose
bright, tender and very bold.

The words writ by Brian Aldiss
speaks volumes to my world.
As he says night time is best
to allow the mind to twirl.

When the rest are asleep
my mind races in its axis.
Goes on a fast forward realm
recieving words as from faxes.

The choices you make
to enhance the snaps you do
is purpose enough for me
to await the next from you.

Each tender photo is but
a grasp for what's seen as right.
And fodder for rhymes of joy
like this tidbit here, "At Night.".

Del Cano 2005 April

Moon Harbors Mysteries

moon harbors mysteries
sights of glowing degree
love lingers out there
in that star filled sea.

I know one day
a twinkle shall burst
totally filling the void
to quench thy thirst.

Del Cano 2004 October

Make Passionate Poetry To Me

I need you to touch my soul
make mad passionate poetry to me.
Whisk my mind to a world of bliss
the writer’s land of aristocracy.

Take that pen in hand
Wildly flowing from within
Create from the depth of your mind
To places others never been.

Use that writing tool
Wave it as a conductor’s wand
Draw from all the other poets
As we share a special bond.

Make mad passionate poetry to me
Create another original verse
Inebriate my senses with rhymes
serve them up to quince my thirst.
 
Keep the fruits of the heart flowing
The crops of poetry land were sown
With bits and pieces of all our souls
‘till now they are ripe and grown.

Reach deep into the basket
The harvest is abundant and full
Words are ablaze with sensation
To keep this strong poetic pull.

Make mad passionate poetry to me
Tingle my nerves with mystery
Tell me tales of love’s tomorrow
Or perhaps a lovers history.

Reach to the heights of the heavens
Let’s float on clouds up in the sky
Wash the scenery with multi colors
blinding to less than a poetic eye.

Take my hand, let’s share a trip;
Each step another sparkling star.
Then we blink to a mountain top
not knowing how high we are.

Speak loudly of magic moments
Of Love, pain, sorrow, even glee
I get an unlimited emotional high
As you make passionate poetry… to me.
 
Del Cano 2004

Say What?

Say what? You can't see it?
Take them rose colored glasses
and chunk 'em in the dump.
We all been kicked in the asses.

You shout out that he is so great
that his visions are of the best.
Obviously, your mind can't tell
you been screwed long with the rest.

You, a teacher, can't keep a job
tho praising "no child left behind".
Folks all looking for improvement
searching, ain't a damn thing to find.

Smoke and mirrors is all is there;
every so-called improvement is clear.
What kinda math does it take to figure
take money away ain't nothing left here.

Say what? You can't see it?
He's gonna fix social security;
taking more money from it
certainly'll drive it to obscurity.

I've heard your dribbles and praise
while borrowing from me to buy gas.
Looking thru those rose lenses
had to done just blinded your ass.

Take a gander and see thru my eyes.
mine were thrown away years ago.
Could see it all spreading like a plaque
with the chanting of mo and even mo.

You were shocked that folks would dare
attack this country reeking fear and angst.
You were not aware of all the shenanigans
with the politicians as well some banks.

Take them damn rose colored glasses off
take a real close look and you'll be able to see
you're in the same lousy position as many
just like most of my neighbors and me.

You've been sold a bill of goods, not much
better'n the old Brooklyn bridge caper.
He smiled and said words you loved to hear
till time to produce he gave you blank paper.

Yet, you still sing his praises and are wowed.
I prefer to see it as it really comes across to me.
He's shifting all the favors to the wealthiest
knowing folks like you will never chance to see.

Say what? I didn't raise the price of gas.
I'm glad as hell my van doesn't run on coffee.
At Starbucks rates for $2.50 a six ounce cup
thats $53.00 a gallon. Blame that on Ghadafi!

Oh, I see! Your problems are brought on
mainly by people like me who don't believe
and as long as we're speaking bout sight
I might just say, "you've been deceived".

Cause any way you figure it I'm still driving
tho hanging by the tips of my fingernail.
Watching you walk wearing those rose glasses
refusing to look at me laugh and wail.

Say what? You don't see it?

Del Cano 2005 April

I Miss You As Well( Response To Naia's "I Miss You")

You said you missed me
from morning thru the nite
as the stars faded away
whilst the sun shown bright.

You missed me as the first bird
winged seeking a spring day.
So much like the torment of lust
when you are many miles away.

Every gentle breeze brings on
the sweet scent of your hair
and ruptures the bladder
of sensualness to ooze in the air.

Not one moment can pass
lest I shudder at the feel
of the aura of our passion
as it grows now, even still.

Our longing ends with joy
each time we chance to meet.
And only the fatality of touch
lets merging hearts be complete.

Explosive bits of  yearning
drift to there rightful place.
Please know I miss you as well
and long to see your loving face.

Del Cano 2005 May   

This Time I'll Hold You Tighter

In missing you I long to see
the light get much brighter.
Your smile is sunshine to me.
This time I'll hold you tighter.

In missing you I ride a star
and grab hold of the moon.
Broad steps to where you are
to hear your lovin tune.

This time I'll hold you tighter
place my thoughts in a frame.
In being a profound night writer
our words are so much the same.

We are but creations of our hearts
with love strune about the fray.
As if life's little chips tore us apart
till we arrived where we are today.

In missing you I long to be
buried deep in your arms
As dreams are played back to me
I linger in your joyful charms.

In missing you I crave for relief
from the longing of you each day.
And no less than the wildest belief
in how you love me in your way.

This time I'll hold you tighter
and hesitate to let you go.
Your love makes life more lighter
in knowing you love me so.

Del Cano 2005  May


 

Rose Blooms On Mothers Day

Timing was great
no better might I say
roses first blooms
opened on this day.

Fresh scents
lovely sweet array
pink cascading
on her dinner tray.

One at a time
each bud opened wide.
She smiled, thanked me
teardrops in her eye.

What other touch
from nature's spray
could outshine
rose blooms on Mothers Day.

Del Cano 2005 May

 

In the Same Spot As My Dream

I found you waiting there
in the same spot as my dream;
in weatherd gown and blush
yet sparkling love supreme.

I whispered to deaf ears
stumbling thru what was.
No better explaination
needing you, just because.

I found you waiting there
in the same spot as my dream.
Nearer to my heart than any
ready to build a new regime.

Seeing answers in your eyes
there's nothing left to be said
knowing now we can start
a brand new lovin thread.

I found you waiting there
in the same spot as my dream.
Yearning for all we missed before
at the doorway of love supreme.

Del Cano 2005 May

 

I Love Me Some You

You are the breath I take
daily sustenance as well
you are the reason I am "Me"
I'm trying so hard to tell.
 
Words fail as I try to say
just how much you are
my everything; my world
my whole universe, by far.
 
I strain in my dribbles
to find expressions
to match the feelings
for these confessions.
Cause everything I do
I do with you in mind
you fill me all the way up
you're the keeping kind.
 
I get so overwrought
thinking bout you, dear
I just shudder all over
knowing you are near.
 
Sometimes I feel like a cry
happiness oozing about
feeling the joyousness
drives me to a shout.
 
Mercy, mercy, you thrill
your presence is a gem
Some might laugh at us
but I ignore all of them.
 
To hell with the jealous ones
and the non-and believers too
ain't nothing they can say
to make me stop loving you.
 
Woman, I love me some you
as time passes it even grows
where it all comes from
don't think anyone knows.
 
Look at you and see tomorrow
if there is any future left to be
you are the future like you've been
every bit of life's past to me.
 
I give thanks cause you're mine
and sing praises to the Most High
I'm blessed, been blessed
I wave my hands up to the sky.
 
Whatever it is you've got
I want every little drop of it
The way you soar my soul
I pray you never come to quit.
 
Oh my, my, love me some you
and crave you all day long
everyday, all day thru time
as you sing to me a love song.
 
Your smile beams a light
brings so much joy to my heart
strikes a loving chord of hope
that we never, never will part.
 
I love me some you
Del Cano 2005 May
 
 
 

Love You Bigger Than This

What can I say to make it stronger
to make you see the depth of my feeling?
To make you, without a doubt, recognize
how you keep my heart and mind reeling.

Knowing I love you is simple and easy
but wanting you to feel just how much
you have wrapped and packaged me
in the firmness of your loving clutch.

Shall I compare it to the flow of a river
or perhaps the height of a mighty mountain?
Could tell you its much like the breadth of the sea
or Niagra Falls, a continious flowing fountain.

Might I show you by sailing high in the sky
where many birds can't reach quite there;
the stars drift from places we feel are around
yet, we are not sure if that point actually has air.

Should I walk the line around this world
and touch each heavenly created shore
and if that doesn't do enough for you to know
I can be magical and do a whole lot more.

I need you to know just how deep my love is
and how powerfully our love puts me in bliss.
There is nothing I can think of I won't do
cause my love for you is really bigger than this.

Wow, I love me some you.

Del Cano 2005 April