So hot... ~Pix~©2005/Del Cano 2005 June
summer dew all over my body.
discarded clothing in a heap,,,
just for a moment I lie down..
head at the foot of my bed..
one leg dangling over the side...
I slumber in dewy summer dreams...
of you thinking of me...
so hot...
The steam radiating from you
rises in a cloud like fog.
The view of your body
glistening from Summer dew
invites me to touch...so hot
The moistness of you triggers me
to slumber in dewy summer dreams
so hot....
Ah, your muse must be kin
to the one who compels me.
Seems they have similar traits
in thoughts you will see.
Often I sit and ponder
self be immersed in ink;
suddenly clarity comes
instantly, quick as a wink.
Mountains be climbed
stars sparkle and shine.
Words are poured as if
they could not be mine.
Have no Siren to alert
nor soft touch to tell
but I must admit
I hear my muse's yell.
When the shouting starts
like mighty rolling balls
fingers race to place the words
"When the Muse Calls".
Del Cano 2005 May
taught me bout the word
which some call ecstasy
all I know is the passion
you create and build in me.
made me learn to feel
deeper than I knew
just how you rock my world
with what ever you do.
The attention you give
is nothing short of great
I ride a magical trip
with you as my mate.
Teach me more
I crave and long to have
you as the balm of love
your kisses are the salve.
you stroke my soul
liven up all my days
I go wild in your presence
as I crave your loving ways.
Love you
Spencer
Del Cano 2005 June
I see colors galore
as she paints her hue
brushes on lavender
or a hint of pastel blue.
A far cry from the beige
my simple life used to be
bright reds and maroons
touches sort of yellowry.
Never saw such crimson
her orange is quite bold
splashes of purples
stripes of green and gold.
I see colors when shadows
were often called my norms.
She brushes and strokes me
to a rainbow when in her arms.
Del Cano 2005 June
Think I'll call off today
lack of interest to address
any of the issues of now
this, I must confess.
I'll slide back inside
my warm cocoon lair
skip this day's problems
poof, off into thin 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 is
like a bright day in June.
I'll just call off today
relax and be at ease
start tomorrow off
joyfully, if you please.
Del Cano 2004 November
I would love respondants to write a poem and post it here as a comment. I have had this idea as a write for what seems like ages but my muse has failed to be kind. Auburn Dawn suggested .... wait, I'll just paste her words:
My buddy, Spencer, loves poetry and has a fine poetry journal. Recently he asked me to collaborate on writing a poem with the theme of "If I were poetry". Well, the wheels just started spinning in my little ole head and I could imagine all the poems that could come from that theme, funny, touching, deep, enlightening.... hmmm.
And wow... what could other people come up with if they wrote on the same theme? So, Spencer and I decided to throw out an invite to all the J-landers out there to write a poem, post it in their journal, and drop a link in Spencers Journal so we can see what everyone came up with! Not a poet? Well, give it a try anyway... who knows, ya might find your calling. ;)
Here's Spencer's Place. Drop a link to your creation here. The deadline for the link submission is June 22nd (next Wednesday) and we look forward to seeing ya'll there!
Thank you
Got this lovely write from Acrylic Stains
If I were Poetry....
I would start with "The"
And tell a story
Using syntax and dangling participles
Slide into a person, place, or thing
Where sunshine and laughter is contagious
I would end with a memory,
If I were Poetry....
I'd gather words in a bucket
Sprinkle them like wildflowers on a page
That blooms endlessly before you
In colors of lavender and sage
Sprouting from the grains of textured Chinese paper.
If I were poetry....
You would want to fold the poem in your wallet
And Save it until you turned old and gray
Only showing those who love you
The ink of calligraphy
If I were Poetry...
The End.
Renee' Corvin 2005
If I were Poetry - #1
If I were poetry
in lotion’s frothy
bubble bath play
rubber-ducky croons
quaking water log
of notes best lost
to why I would be
‘Poetry’
foozlebootz
amb©2005
A heart felt thanks to each and everyone of you who wrote and/or read a verse with the theme of "If I Were Poetry". I also thank Dawn for helping to get this off to a fantastic start. Perhaps others will do the same and more of us who love poetry will interact and find each other.
Blessings to all
Spencer
How does one decide
when lust goes too far
needing to reach beyond
the place we now are.
What happens when
everything is on the line
tho your needs still growl
calling out all the time.
Every stroke or touch
raises the need to take
just one more step
within that stormy wake.
Knowing all along
life changes will come.
If I continue on this path
my whole world is mum.
All the wanting and need
the striking "if it only was"
Your heart knows the truth
and the real reasons because.
Yet you continue to creep
a little further on the way
and get closer to catastrophe
with each passing day.
Excuses fill your mind
head spinning from the need
body calls out in yearnings
as your soul hears the plead.
What do you do now
to justify the action
while each touch or kiss
creates a new reaction.
That storm within
makes life awfully dark.
Straining with decisions
but loving that new spark.
Beating my head on a wall
how did I let it go so far
wanting, needing, lusting
for all that you are.
Can it be called a mistake?
No way can it be only that
loving you and wanting you
makes my soul grow fat.
Nothing but holding you
squeezing you close to me
can make me get off center
the way I want it to be.
Del Cano 2005 June
I felt the kiss upon my lips
tho fevered from the need
the softest of touch in the rain
begged you and I plead.
Not one inkling of fodder
was lost in the transaction.
My desire to love you was
balanced by your reaction.
Could feel the storm within
pleasantness of your grace.
The lights of night glowed
the passion on your face.
No civil salutations
could have affects, it seems.
I imagined you kissing my lips
as if you were.... but a dream.
Del Cano 2005 May
Being an optimist as well
tend to ignore the black cloud
as I continue on a positive way
I just have to shout out loud.
Even when the rains come
I look past to see the light
tho the storm might be heavy
I struggle to keep it bright.
See, I've been in the mist of it
the heaviest of what can be.
Trauma beyond my wildest
nightmares have befallen me.
Somehow I made it thru
found my lighted guiding path.
Refused to bow under the weight
of the black cloud's heavy wrath.
Oh, there are times I share
silent raindrops in the mist
but thru the fog of it all
I still say I've really been kissed.
So don't worry bout that black cloud
it will always hang up in the sky
to remind us there is joy and love
as life goes on lumbering by.
A response to a write by Sandi
Del Cano 2005 June
I'll clown my way thru the day
then smile to the world.
But when darkness comes
the tears shall unfurl.
I wear a bright and smiling mask
that few suspect or see beyond
but alone at night when all is dark
I let the sobs of loneliness come
I stand tall to many
yet humped so tired
needing some relief
from life's full mire.
Folks look to me for advice, support
when sometimes all I want is a hug
they expect my lively, happy nature
I sweep all the rest neatly under the rug
All the fits of the day
stir my heart's mix
Love crams my soul
to keep it really fixed.
I've been in love, been out of it too
but given the choice I'll take love any day
the intimacy . . . just the pure magick of touch
keeps the ache of loneliness safely at bay
I long for the days
I could run and jump
yet, now I am left
with only a lump.
I ring my neck when the stiffness sets in
elevate my feet every now and then
haven't taken to napping, no, not quite yet
but have seen days of running come to an end
Soft tears of wonderment
of days all but gone.
Time seems to wither
as if something is wrong.
Yet still there's a force way deep inside
that continues to inspire this youthful feeling
I manage to move through my day with wonder
the sight of a butterfly sets my heart reeling
Nothing but a wave
at the what used to be.
But I'll trudge on daily
taking what life gives to me.
If I could offer you anything at all
it would be the spirit that sparks your heart
to become timeless and light in the glow of love
just as you did for me, right from the start
Del Cano 2005 May
Naia 2005 May
All I know is, her love,
the power of her kiss;
everything about her,
makes heaven less than this.
All I know is, her smile,
the sweetest beam as yet.
She just need look my way
the best of all, I bet.
All I know is, passion,
so powerful beyond all.
The thrill of her view
makes my senses have a ball.
Oh, my heavens the feels,
that throbing lustful joy
reaches past any normalcy
as if were an erotic ploy.
All I know is, that woman,
makes me happy as can be.
I love her to extremes
knowing, she's the best for me.
Del Cano 2005 March
