Reflections -Reposted

 

 

I walk just on the edge
see reflections of it all
and as I look in the water
the images are just as tall.

All of life's journey
reflects back to me
as I reach each stage
life feels reverently.
 
Del Cano 2005 August
 

By Sue with titles of Spencer's Poems

hiya, sweet spence!  how are you doing?  how's judy and the house coming along?  i do hope that you're both surviving these trying times, and, knowing you, you surely are ;) ... *hugs*   so, listen, amy wrote to me and wanted me to participate in a special "poetry for spencer" group write that she put together ... well, i'm not good at being a "groupie" ;) , so, instead of writing something for her little venture, i decided to do something just special for you ... yes, i have NOOOO problem whatsoever if you post it in your journal, but this is done as an "I love your friendship" thing ... this poem was created by YOU (unless, you wish to call this a collab between you and i ;) ) !  i thumbed thru your poems and created a poem using your titles, with no extra words added ... this is for you, my friend:  

Midnight Overture

When did you leave heaven, my angel in disguise?
What doth the hither say? Where do angels go to die?
Caught heaven in my net, as if you were a dream.
Might I call you comfort, where webs of dreams are spun?
Might I request a stroll by the lake after midnight?
Standing in a daze, from this mountaintop,
moon harbors mysteries, comforter of love, history's breath.
Butterflies at the door, "Sweet Liberty" uttered in heavenly voice,
Beyond the limits, as if you were a dream.
Come out and play, come play with me,
beyond the rainbow, flower of my life.
Certainly I would, you touch my soul,
trace my secret garden of peace, serenity of youth,
flakes of flames, you light my fire.
Tears washed out, seasons change.

Feels So Right

 

Let us hang together
in the moon lit dust of joy.
A sort of dangling around
the type of love we employ.

Let us continue to be
so sensitive to the theme
of merriment and laughter
dashing towards our dream.

Be us so outstanding
yet softly to the touch
even the tiniest of a creature
gets noticed from us.

Love sketches on a canvass
details bubble over in delight.
This tenderness of heart, shared
must be blessed to feel so right.

Del Cano 2004 October

 

I Can Love You Like This (Revisited)

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

Bio Poem

Spencer

Sensitive, aggressive, loving and often helpful
First son of Steve and Augustine
Lover of  life, nature's beauty, joyousness and open minded people
Who fears closed minds, war, not being able to take care of Judy
and not catching fish
Who craves acceptance, devotion, sharing and being helpful
Who gives assistance freely, a caring soul and smiles galore
Who would like nothing more than for Judy to experience a miracle and be healthy again, to see daughters succeed and better relations within the community
Resident of delectible dreams in St Louis

Del Cano 

  

I Write Poetry

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

 

 

Audio entry (Because You Make It So)

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

Del Cano 2001

Flower of My Life ( A Duet)

 

 

Flower of My life

You have with stood the electric from the sky
You have with stood the wind which sang no lullaby
You have with stood the pain, many could not identify


Your hope beams within my eye
For you did not become angry and asked why
Your hope beams within my eye
For you did not give up or say good-bye

Flower of my life

You are strong with in the storm
You are a song in the storm
You are poetry with melody
which brings hope and prosperity

Pleashette 2005

Thy words do so massage
as you are part of the corsage
I wear like a golden ring
which makes my heart sing
 
you are a  jewel in my crown
keeping the  sparkles around
when the whole world seems blue
your light has a joyous hue
 
No, I am not what you think
would crumble quick as a wink
liken to fodder from above
I ain't strong, I'm in Love
 
Del Cano 2005 August  
 
 
 

 

 

   

Only What Lovers Know (Re-visited)

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

A Trying Time

A heartfelt response for all the comments and emails of love and support from my entry:

My Fantasy and Reality

A Trying Time

My emotions just now
seem to sail the skies
most times thru the day
I feel tears in my eyes.

This most recent set back
the fire at my home
has pulled at my senses
till I want to just moan

Tho always emotional
I don't broadcast pain
try to stall it out
till it moves on again

This time was too much
had to share the load
and the whole of the trip
that our life rode 

To all of you who shared
I bid you love and peace
for you have cloaked me
in a quilt of release

You have reduced this pain
this yoke which I bare
to allow me to get life
back on its proper square.

Tho there is lots to do
I can still see day light
shining, peeping thru
sunrays in the night.

So, please accept our
both Judy's and mine
sincerest thanks and love
in this, a trying time.

Del Cano 2005 August

 

 

Group Write-My Life As I Knew It

Group Write On Same topic

Hello Journal Land. Seems its time to do another group write like we did twice before. It brought a lot of writers out of our closets and helped with new interaction within Journal Land. This time the topic to write on is:

"MY LIFE AS I KNEW IT"

Again this topic will be open for 2 weeks. Ending on Sept. 1

Looking forward to your lovely words and all that creativity.  Post your poem in your journal and place a link here so all can share and see your heart.

Blessings to all

Spencer

My entry to the group write:

My Life As I Knew It

Birds tweeting at the squirrels
squirrels who won't eat a nut.
Crows raising hell at the dog
my cat peeping from her hut.

Sipping coffee on the porch
daybreak creeping its slow pace.
My brief morning meditation
puts nature's joy on my face.

Creative juices inside
brew at a startling rate
Enhaling life's moments
passion's rising to sate.

Off to face the world
a long days work ahead.
So much to write about
to keep my muse well fed.

Frantic call from a neighbor
"your house is on fire"
storms of emotions rose
angst and haunting ire.

EMS, lots of firetrucks
firemen all over in and out.
Heart was so relieved
Judy is ok, she got out.

House looked like a BBQ Pit
smoke raging from every spot.
Engulfingmy senses totally
everything might be gone, we got.

Were are the cats, the dog
did the fish live thru the heat.
Is the fridge ok, the stove
can I cook something to eat?

A myriad of shallow questions
dangled thru my mind's eye.
Words wouldn't come out
nothing more than a muffled cry.

Startling fact before me
what all did we loose
had we decided to toss things
would those be what we choose.

Now, three weeks later
many inspections and views.
Judy, who is a my brother's,
as I toss out what can't be used. 

Camping out, slightly burned shack
boiling water on the turkey frier
painful but I have, as always,
refused to allow it to raise my ire. 

I know beyond a doubt
could yell out to life, "screw it".
Faith inside tells me, soon
it will return: "My LIfe As I Knew It."

Del Cano 2005 Aug  
 

 
 
 

 

My Fantasy and Reality

First, I must say I am often overwhelmed by the comments which are left at Spencer's Place. My life, which in times past, was a fantasy to me in many ways. I far exceeded most of my dreams and aspirations and have arrived at a point of relative comfort and ease for the most part. My journey was always froth with intense battles to get me thru to the next stage or goal as I always have been a force to be reckoned with in the community in which I live in St Louis.  Your acceptance of my poetry is an extension of that "fantasy" and the caring loving environment I share in Journal Land is a giant mental massage.

Some one asked me again recently if my poetry was inspired by a real live woman or was I so talented I wrote from within. Yes, there is a real life lady who inspires me no end. She is not only the love of my life but one of the bravest people I know. We have been to hell and back more than once thru her health issues and no matter how bad it gets she looks to me to help make it right.  As long as she knows I am handling it her world is fine. At times it seems overwhelming to me yet it strengthens me in that if she has that much faith in me then I can live up to it.  I have to live up to it. So together thru hell and high water we have made it. We have made it thru the eye of the storm and she inspires me. She, who loves so totally and openly, gives me the desire to reach beyond where I ever thought I could reach. When I get tired I think of how tired she is yet the world might not  see it. When I get a bit down I think of how "up" she is, especially with her circumstances. So, my answer has to be "YES" there is a real live woman, Judy, who is my primary inspiration. One who has not only loved me relentlessly but who has taught me what absolute love and giving is about. I have always had a huge capacity to love and now with our emotions mingled for better than 20 yrs that capacity only increases.

I have no real words to express the level of love we share. I am often frightened yet amazed at her stamina. Ten years ago she was a vibrant, zealous, driven, thriving sharing woman with a God given capacity to love and share extensively. Then she was stricken by cancer and her body weakened some. We rode that storm out with her main concern being only that I would still love her. We continued our community work and operated our businesses which primarily were rehabbing and repairing homes. We each operated a crew and we jointly supervised the operation of a couple of Neighborhood Associations as well as two block units. Together, as is constantly said, we not only raised hell and demanded improvements in our neighborhoods but bought and rehabbed several properties and taught folks how to maintain their homes as well as other family issues.

We lived a sort of joint fantasy till early 1995 when in a supply house after saying, "my legs feel numb and I dont feel well", she crumbled to the floor. After many test and consultaions it was determined that she had blocked blood vessels which were restricting nourishment and oxygen to her extremities and other parts of her body. Months of consultations and test determined that an aortal bypass surgery would help correct it. She elected to do it.

In the first week of October she had the operation which seemed successful. Then late the next day things went terribly wrong when she started having seizures followed by a massive heart attack. Judy was comatose for about 10 to 14 days with little hope given for recovery. I spent days and nights there reading to her and talking to her till one day she smiled and raised her hand. She couldn't talk because of the ventilator tube in her throat but excitement burst thru the IC Unit. Slowly she was able to breathe on her own and come back to this life. It was a difficult period and no words can express the pains of that time. Tho she was not given much hope for more recovery she wanted to go home against their wishes to put her in a long term care facility.  

I brought her home 2 days before Christmas of 1995 after being trained to maintain her IVs and to administer her meds. The house was decorated in holiday garb and we set out adjusting to a new yet changed life. No one schooled us on the cost of medical supplies and large amounts of medications. Awakening from that coma exposed a number of issues we hadn't faced previously. Not the least of which are reduced retention of oxygen, a weak heart, hypo thyroidism, border line diabetes, occassional seizures and digestive difficulties. She was always the trooper ready to do what ever it took to getbetter or at least no worse.

Feeling at least a level of comfort that our insurance covered most of the cost of everthing we proceed on with lots of therapy and work outs so she could learn to walk again and regain her stamina. REALITY set in when we discovered that with the cancer incident  coupled with the more recent long hospitalization our insurance had maxed out. They paid all the policy allowed leaving us with an obscene balance of several hundred thousand dollars. Months later after taking our rental properties, boat, RV and a couple vehicles I determined I had to go back to work. Illness had literally bankrupted us and tho love remained the common  denominator "Reality" remained a constant companion. We were forced to apply for assistance to keep her meds flowing and since then we have had many battles with state agencies auditing and studying her case. The reality of it all is that it stinks.

For nearly ten years now I have been her primary care taker, chief cook, bottle washer and loud advocate. I have a wonderful woman, Yvonne, who stays with her while I work. I get up in the middle of he night to make sure she gets her breathing treatments of albuterol in the nebulizer and to make certain she is ok. Last week on Tuesday, our home caught fire in the basement (reportedly electrically caused ) and she got a bit of smoke inhaled. She spent a night in the hospital but is now comfortably resting at one of my brother's homes.  I am camping out here with only partial electric, limited plumbing and a house which still reeks of smoke and soot even after some cleaning by wonderful neighbors. As the reality slowly set in and shock slowly wears off I am dealing with the total clean up and repairs of our home as well as working to keep funds flowing.

It is with this backdrop that I write. My emotions which have always been deep are even deeper now. This roller coaster type emotional upheaval I am faced with now is inspiring poetry. My desire to love and be loved is inspiring. Tho I am accused of being a flirt (always have been) I do wear my emotions on my sleeve. Regularly, from J land as well as poetry sites in which I post poetry I get comments like the one mentioned above. I must admit Judy is my primary inspiration but I do write from other avenues. I am often inspired by other's writes orresponses and I write prolifically verses as comments to other's writes.

I am moved tremendously by visitors to my journals and feel a regular high of sorts as you all are inebriants to my senses. These past months have been a pleasant "Reality" which allows me to continue to feel a bit of "Fantasy" in this part of my life and world. I search the rubble of words in vain to say just how grateful I am to be surrounded by such loving, caring , giving and spritually lifting people. By exposing ourselve to each other we learn and grow. Thank you Journal Land family for being a part of my life.

Love you so much,

Spencer

 

 

Where Webs of Dreams Are Spun

( A Collaboration with Sue)
 
Come take a walk with me
On the stair-rays of the sun
And journey to the heavens,
Where webs of dreams are spun.
 
Five star spindles weave,
While mixing whispered sighs
Sprinkled magic for the lovers,
With a twinkle in their eyes.
 
Sparkling whispers wove
into euphoric lover’s seams,
bursting full with heart's desire
binds them closer to their dreams.
 
Our stroll in cosmic bliss
glides on every latent want
glowing views of ecstasy
a lovely jewel encrested jaunt.
 
Let your heart be free
as our souls warm in starlit glow
entertwining through the heavens
Hark! Envious sighs of clouds below.
 
Sue/Del Cano 2004

Celebration

Gettin Ready For Our Second Anniversary

 

Feel free to copy and paste this into your journal

The link to this page if you want to send visitors

http://journals.aol.com/courtenaymphelan/saturdaysix/entries/496

   

         A CELEBRATION

    A U G U S T   2 1    2 0 0 5

DON'T BE LATE

         IT'S A VERY

                IMPORTANT DATE !

 

Wouldn't it be fun if everyone would do

a Voice entry on the day of  AOL J - Land's

 2nd Anniversary???

The thrill we feel when we find a New Entry Alert

in our mail box is only surpassed by hearing the voice

of those we have come to know and love. Vivien heard

my voice for the first time and reminded me

"Oh  one thing...make sure you cancel your AOL by phone after 30 days

otherwise they will bill you...

So, they won't turn it off unless you tell them to disconnect it.  "

Wellthere is always the small print...    but for this one momentous occasion

could we not see if we can forward this message to

everyone we know... until everyone in J-Land

jumps on the bandwagon!!!

                  This is going to be such fun!!!

 

For example:

Did you know that Patrick of  Patrick's Place...

and home of the Saturday Six...

sounds exactly like Albert Finney?

                    It is so easy like 1 2 3 4

FIRST TYPE AOLBYPHONE IN

THE BROWZER WINDOW

CLICK GO

FILL IN THE INFO...REMEMBER IT IS A FREE

TRIAL FOR ONLY 30 DAYS!!!

THEN YOU SIMPLY CALL

1 800 AOL-1234

In your melodious voice

        Recite your favorite entry

                On August 21 2005

TIPS:

DO NOT HOLD THE RECEIVER TOO CLOSE TO YOUR MOUTH

AFTER YOU RECITE YOUR ENTRY,          

THINK OF A NICE SALUTATION  

AND   THEN HANG UP

YOUR RECORDED VOICE MAGICALLY APPEARS IN THE JOURNAL YOU SELECTED

 

Sounds like fun to me!!!  

               IT WAS!!! 

                        I JUST TRIED IT!

                                 Yippee!!!!!!

                                          I Can Talk!!!!!!!!

TO HEAR THE ENTRY GO TO

http://journals.aol.com/courtenaymphelan/DISCERNMENT/entries/1062

 

It was as easy as pie........!!!!

Celebration!!!!

        Come on!!!

             Let's have a good time!!!!

 

 

If you need help or encouragement contact:

                Courtenaymphelan@aol.com

                VivianSulliNwank@aol.com

 

 

Written by courtenaymphelan . (Link to this entry) This entry has 5 comments: (Add your own)

I shall take part in this mavelous idea. Thank you much.

Spencer
http://journals.aol.com/yeolecontractor/SpencersPlace
Comment from yeolecontractor - 8/14/05 10:29 PM

Certainly I Would

I would like you
no matter what
sharing a mansion
or a simple hut
 
the way of you
a lovely view
precious
no matter what.
 
see, I stumbled
on you, my dear
while looking
every place but here
 
searching every corner
you,  a soul warmer
smiling luciously
stabbed and speared
 
till now I love you
more than can say
no explanations
for devotion this way
 
in you, a fascination
as much my salvation
in building heavens nest
loving more each day.
 
would you? you ask
still love me if you spilt
all worldly facts
before love was built?
 
The answer remains
I certainy would
loving you as strong
as one possibly could
 
finding you is the best
been favorably blessed
you ask, "could you"
answer, certainly I would.
 
Del Cano 2005 Aug
 

 

 

 

Eventide

Eventide

Your wish, only my dream
till my night time view
allowed us to meet
as lovers known to do.

Gentle passions shared
needs oft seemed foregone.
Spirits riding the tide
till the stars are withdrawn.

Daylight left a panoromic
vision deemed the best.
Tho we shared spiritually
we visited upon the flesh.

My day seemed to float
akin to an ecstatic ride.
Nothing but magic remains
till we revisit at eventide.

Del Cano 2005 August





 

Reflections

Reflections

I walk just on the edge
see reflections of it all
and as I look in the water
the images are just as tall.

All of life's journey
reflects back to me
as I reach each stage
life feels reverently.

Del Cano 2005 August
Photo by Spencer. Busch's Conservation Area, Lake #33

Feed Me, Woman

Speak to me, woman
thy words are as a meal
I gorge on.
Words whose flavor are akin
to honey dripping from a muffin.
As I bite into its lavish fiber
drips well at the corner
of my mouth
tongue struggles
in an effort to slurp
even that morsel.
Nary a letter might go to waste.
 
Feed me, woman!
 
Place those strawberries
twix my lips
as you so tenderly do
allowing me to savor
every bit of the juices
as I roll the fruit on my tongue
inebriating all sense,
penetrating my whole being,
from thy special brew.
 

Thy words are tidbits of joy
sprinkled as powdered sugar
on top of a freshly baked tart
and
when mama allowed...
like licking the bowl
after the cake is in the oven.
 
Feed me, Woman!
 
You speak not only sugary treats
yet a balanced meal.
Meat and taters, spiced,
cooked to perfection,
gravy steaming on top,
garden fresh veggies
drenched
in the butter of your smile.
Thy words call up memories of joy
and mesmerize my psyche
which floats to a pillowry rest on a bed of clouds.
 
O Feed me, woman!
 
Words which assist in the daily walk
thru that dark archway;
the one I must cross to make each day
a show of love
and watch as the chewing of thy words 
advances the metamorphous which lifts me.
Lifts me higher in the glow of the moon
and within reach of the glittering stars.
Lift me in a journey touching all the universe;
beaming, glowing a magnificent array
of rainbow colored hues.
 
Feed me, woman, allowing those sweet tarts
baked so lovingly in thy own oven
to gorge my soul and in my mind,
fly and soar with passion spilling
lovets to each in need of joy.
Allow me to touch the wandering heart.
Let me squeese love into the smallest cracks
and as the ill of heart search,
be touched.
 
Feed me, woman.
If no other understands;
I do.
If none other grasp thy purpose;
I shall
and thrive in the warmth and sweet
aromas radiating in words
from the oven of thy heart.
 
Del Cano 2004,April

 "I Walk the Back Streets and Cry"

 

I Wanna Make Love Country Style

I got to go back down South
if but just for a little while
I wanna make love again
in that ole country style.

I wanna make love

out in the field
near a bale of hay
the only shield
in the heat of the day

Oh, I wanna make love

down by the stream
water singing the blues
as the wind whistles a tune
sailing on our country cruise

I wanna make love

so I can see the stars
out under the trees
where lady moon
is peeping thru the leaves

Oh, my, my, I wanna make love

with that ole country gal
take off them seeing glasses
so I can hold her real close
taste them lips, pure malasses

I gotta go back down South
sometime soon fo I die
so I can make love wild and free
out under that open sky

I wanna make love in the country
see the birds slip for a while
hear the rustling reeds
while making love country style.

Del Cano 2005 Aug 

A Stroll By the Lake

A Stroll By The Lake

A bottle of wine
A hunk of cheese
a stroll by the lake
a sensual tease

soft moonlight
aglow in the dark
ripples on the water
a sensual spark

scents alive
enlightning haze
ecstatic splender
loves ablaze

Del Cano 2005 Aug

Group Write On Same topic

Hello Journal Land. Seems its time to do another group write like we did once before. It brought a lot of writers out of our closets and helped with new interaction within Journal Land. This time the topic to write on is:

You Touch My Heart When You ......

Sample:

You touch my heart
each time you smile
when you glance my way
I feel in great style.

You touch me when
each time I hear you say
You love me more and more
each blessed day.

You thrill me no end
when you kiss me each day
you touch my heart
when you love me that way.

Del Cano

Simple but you get the idea.

Write those lovely poems, post it in your journal, and drop a link in Spencer's Place  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.   
Good luck to all. 

Lets set a deadline of 2 weeks to Aug 17 so if its successful we can change topics.

Spencer 

http://journals.aol.com/yeolecontractor/SpencersPlace/


 

Hello J Landers

The time is getting close to end the present group write on the same topic which will end at the end of day on Wednesday August 17. Anyone who planned to but hasn't already posted their link on the "You Touched My Heart" title your time is running out. You know we are all anxious to read those gems being posted. Come closer now, I'm letting you in on a little secret. Tina, is anxious to get started on the next title which she selected "MY WORLD AS I KNEW IT"  which will start promptly following this one and run for two weeks.

Just love reading all these creations on the same subject and I love sharing verse.

Spencer

After Midnight

After midnight and she's sleep
watch as she breathes another world
as if the whole universe is gone
while my mind dances and twirls
 
mine own  thoughts linger
to where we used to be
on mountain passes
and the shores of the sea

In our world of love
as well as dreams we had
I'm missing her presence
while feeling a little sad.

Yet, I know deep inside
in her world-like abyss
resides the residue
of our former life of bliss

Del Cano 2005 August