I Knew, Therefore

I knew, therefore
I
should not have done
what I did when I did
what I have done

but I did it anyway.
 
I knew, therefore
I
should not have gone
where I went when I did
go where I went

but I went anyway.

I wanted it to be love
it turned out as only lust.
A far cry from the truth
in what I felt was trust.

I knew, therefore
I
should not have done
what I did when I did
what I have done

but I did it anyway.

Del Cano 2006 December

 

 

 

 

 

Joy Runs Its Course

Joy runs its course as summer glows
till fall sets in to color each leaf
when winter storms howl and blows
we beg for the coming spring relief.

Life often takes us thru the seasons
delicious days and sultry nights
we, despising change for any reason
will put forth a hearty fight

In times of lustful sighs
joy will play out its scene
leaving just a hint before our eyes
a wink to romance barely seen

DelCano 2006
 

 

Fools In Our Face

Needs to be more mental sobriety
as to how we act in public space.
I'm tired of so many acting up
being an absolute fool in my face.

Don't give a hoot what music you play
nor who you speak with on the phone.
Blasting your bump bump, racking my ears
while yelling on your cell is wrong.

You got the audacity to be pissed at me
when I at first ask you to turn it down.
Rolling your eyes in disgust did nothing
I was ready and able to hold my ground.

Your asinine shouting and disrepect to me
only showed your pitifull lack of respect.
I could give a damn less about your feelings
when you showed such total neglect.

Yet, then you want me to have pity
when they snapped the cuffs on you.
What sort of non person must you be
to asked me not to press charges too.

There is too much of this crap
we take forgranted and accept.
Then wonder why society is so warped
or is it that we have just slept.

None of us should have to
deal with foolishness in our face.
There needs to be more mental sobriety
as to how we act in public space.

Del Cano 2006 December

I Love Loving Her

I just love loving her
knowing I am not suppose to.
Knowing it would not bode well
to the world we live thru.
 
I just love loving her
with all the emotions she brings.
Even when we disagree 
can hear passion bells aring.
 
I look at her move about
and feel totally consumed.
She radiates succulent waves
sending my body on a zoom.
 
Even with all the negatives
we share a powerful spell.
Showing a lust filled yearning
so damn hard to tell.
 
I want to always touch her
feel her press me in a hug.
Her arms give me strength
as if a sort of an electric plug.
 
I long for her when not around
craving her passions desire.
Visions of her embracing me 
ignites my soul to fire.
 
I just so love loving her
with her china doll like face.
Her body radiates messages
like a bouquet in a delicate vase.
 
Del Cano 2006 November
 
 
 

Time For Us

She asked to leave time for us
leaving quite open her intent.
For months she had been implying
the two of us could be content.

Till then I had stayed aloof
not wishing to get in too deep.
But like pouring rain, its waters
always find a spot to seep.

She'd been wanting there to be an us
with nothing but distance found in me.
No way could I allow the trappings of lust
to overtake my guard, you see.

Don't get me wrong she is nice
a real bouquet for the best vase.
In the middle of business transactions
we exchange stares face to face.

Words remained limited for us
we did what responsibility dictates.
Yet, we both could feel the heat rise
with nothing around to help it abate.

This one morning on the way to a meet
she asked that we save some time for us.
For weeks now we worked diligently
with a growing level of business trust.

I'd be lying if I denied the thoughts
those ever present wonderous views.
Such a lovely lady sharing transactions
with ever increasing matching cues.

She drove while I studied drawings
but my focus rose from the print.
Watching those inviting legs work
while her eyes shared their glint.

Silent words spoke loudly
eyes answered questions asked.
Heard low moans in return
for the power of passion unmasked.

Damn, it was out in our open now
time had to be made for the two of us.
That lustful crave had filled the pot
making our cravings nearly bust.

Her smile told a tale of knowing
a blind man could see her satisfaction.
That smirking pat on the back sort of grin
wallowing in what she felt a good reaction.

Silently we made it to the place
business taken care of  with all do speed.
Seems we both were preocuppied
with taking care of our long awaited need.

On the parking lot she tossed me the keys
winked while saying we needn't  make a fuss
But begged me to hurry along
we just had to make some time for us.

Del Cano 2006 December

The Woman Behind Me

She is the woman behind me
not meaning she's in the rear.
She is the reason I am me
who chases away false fear.

She is the strength I have
the power and reason to fight.
She is that special force
who renews me thru the night.

With all the demons I face
she's right there by my side.
Trusting, believing encouraging
each step within my stride.

She is the woman behind me
hand in hand along the way.
The one who makes life worth it
and each new sunrise a better day.

Del  Cano 2006 October

I Sigh A Passionate Look

I sigh a passionate look
as you thrill me to the core.
Care less how often we're together
I always want some more.

Even in this depressed state
as stress threatens to steal you away
Gotta have me some you
to help me make it thru the day.

I awake in the middle of the night 
when all is quiet and still.
Thoughts of you permeate me
with your powerful needs and will.

Thru all these painful days
I wish I could lift you up
and bring back that spark
your sweet and loving cup.

You are buried deeper inside
than you were a while ago.
Tho its a difficult period for us
my love remains, you know.

Here it is 'bout 3:30 AM
I'm yearning for your touch
Even while you are not yourself
still want you so much.

Wish I could kiss away
every pitiful painful thought.
for I cherish the ground you walk
for all the love youve brought.

Please hang on in, baby
I know change is coming soon
I see your passionate smile again
like sun shining brightly in June.

I love me some you
and sigh a passionate look.
For you remain my lustful joy
you're the best in my book.

Del Cano 2006 December

 

A Good Neighbor

http://www.gather.com/viewArticle.jsp?articleId=281474976864621

 

The above is the story of Miss Ida Reid as written by June M and posted in Gather.com.

 

This story sparked me to write about a gentleman who lived all his life in the neighborhood in which I live in St. Louis. He was just the opposite of Miss Reid but his family, for the most part, abandoned him because he refused to leave what is commonly called a changing area. Mr. Elmer Wenning was born in the house next door to me and worked about 40 yrs at a local factory before he retired. His Dad and Mom died in that same house and after so many years he became a well known fixture all over the area. One would discover it hard to find a nicer more concerned neighbor. Mr. Wenning's major past times included baseball and other sports viewing on TV. He always planted tomatoes and peppers in the spring tho he couldn't eat them due to stomach troubles but had fun passing out the harvest in late summer and early fall.

 

Mr.Wenning had a dog, Prince, who was his constant companion in the yard and inside the house. There were times when I was there making repairs on something or just visiting when I would hear he and Prince arguing about what to view on TV. Prince would sit in his chair next to Wenning and appear to be watching a sports event. In later years there were two TVs making arguments unnecessary.

 

Mr. Wenning passed lots of his time interacting with passing neighbors and telling the history of the neighborhood. He had watched several of the homes being built in his early years and had related the story of how he and his dad dug the basement of my home when he was a teen. Needless to say he had become a precious staple in the area.

 

When we first moved here in 1984 we'd chat over the fence about all sorts of things but he refused to come in our yard. He would accept cooked foods or Bar B Q from time to time and had a feverish love of spaghetti and grilled hot dogs as long as the sauce was well cooked. In our second year here I invited him to a yard party and was shocked he actually came. Friends and neighbors found him lovable, intelligent and engaging with all his many stories. We learned he had played minor league baseball in the South and in Mexico before returning to St. Louis to live. There were so many lovely life stories from this lovable man.

 

We had asked about any family he had while being aware he had never married. The only woman other than his mother he had loved married another and he never courted again. We were shocked to find out he had many cousins and a very old uncle in the St. Louis area who had years ago abandoned the neighborhood and moved to various suburbs. He had limited contact with them and rarely saw them until they dropped by to get money. He spoke negatively of them all and seemed to carry a harsh attitude of them which I did not understand until his death.

 

Mr. Wenning became like family to my wife and I and several others in the neighborhood and all watched out for him. He was quick to help out when something went wrong and cheered on the rebuilding of older homes and became active in the block units. When he had errands to run most times he took the bus refusing offers of rides. If he was leaving the house he normally called to let us know. One morning we hadn't heard from him nor could we reach him. I got my key to check on him and found him dead in the bath room. After the authorities arrived I called one of his cousins to inform her that he had passed. I was stunned to hear the woman take a deep unconcerned breath and said to me curtly, "bury him." Upon finding out the reason for my puzzled look a police sergeant asked for the number. He called the woman and forcefully explained to her that the remains could not be removed until a family member showed up to identify him. He obviously was tart and showed it. We chatted briefly until the woman showed up to identify Mr. Wenning. She gave no instructions for where to send nor spent any appreciable time there. When the police pointed out that I had been the one who found him she seemed to struggle to even smile and left.

 

While he was being processed at the coroner I contacted one of my favorite funeral homes and explained the situation. I had not given any thought to Mr. Wenning's race until it was suggested I contact another undertaker who had more experience with Caucasians. He made a couple contacts for me and arrangements were started. A day later when the funeral home called to confirm the arrangements I attempted to contact the cousin to inform her but spoke with her oldest daughter who had never met Mr.Wenning and proceeded to ask me questions about him. I invited her to my home hoping to make it easier. She did show up that evening and freely spoke of all she knew of him and why he had become an outcast to the family. Seems that years ago he was asked to join his brother and other relatives in a move to one of the newly developing counties south of the city and he refused. So most of the youngsters new nothing about him nor had ever met him. We parted with her showing a genuine interest in his life.

 

The funeral turned out to be a celebration of his life as we knew it. The handful of family members were over shadowed by his large following of neighbors who came to testify to his kindness and friendly disposition. Several spoke of how he had helped them in times of need and how they loved the peppers and tomatoes from his garden. In the background the song "Take Me Out To the Ball Game" played in his honor. When the celebration was over the family invited a handful of us to share a meal at a nearby cafeteria. Only then did a couple of them seem genuinely concerned about his life and how he lived it. The whole situation seemed terribly sad and depressing that he had family in the metropolitan area who ignored him because he chose not to move from a home he loved and friends and neighbors who loved him. 

Passionate Poetry

Poetic in the best way
Passionate Poetry To Me
Each word glows a light
touching ever wonderfully.
 
Because it bubbled
deep from in your heart
the strummings you made
a piano concerto from the start.
 
A whole lover's symphony
of love's desired rhythm band
Making music move thru me
even the touch of your hand.
 
I must smile in delight
for all the pleasure I see.
So lovely and special how
you make
"Passionate Poetry To Me"
 
Del Cano 2005

Our Love

Those are  some of the words
which harbor a lot of meaning.
One which makes us wonder if
things are as they're seeming.

We exchange greetings
say words which light a spark
knowing all the time being close
is like an electric arc.

Tho distance is a deterant
our bodies seem not to know.
Any exchange of words
cause passion's winds to blow.

Thru mighty desire and lust
we share a wanton need.
The thrill of sharing intimacies
is an explosive planted seed.

We live in different worlds
mountains and  miles apart.
Yet, that hasn't quelled our fire
nor cooled our heated heart.

Passions ignite and burn
with contact on the rise
Wild poetic murmerings
raise passions to the skies.

Little need to wonder
our fit is like a glove.
Marvelous words keep hanging
the ones we call  "our love".

Del Cano 2005 Oct
 
 
 

Unbuttoned

I reserved my comment
in an appropriate style
waiting for it to foment
just stew for a while

Those buttons got huge
quite stunning in my face
and danced like my muse
with nothing but grace

The shirt, simply a mans
on you becomes sensual attire
attractive to the hands
with just the right bit of desire

I will skip the details and
proceed to the ending line
you in that shirt, so grand
I'll help to unbutton anytime.

Del Cano 2006

I Am From The Dark Side

I am from the dark side
the step child you never saw
you walk past me in oblivion
with no expression on your jaw.

I am the one you disdain
because I really do exist.
You turn your back and ignore
time has gotten us to this.

I walk a path, at times, narrow
then quite broad and wide.
Accepted from a distance
but never by your side.

I am from the dark side.

You smile as I entertain you
dance, sing or dunk a ball.
I can tackle with a diving reach
but you keep me out the ruling hall.

You mimic my music and moves
steal all my fashions right away.
And are angered by my zeal
when I start over each day.

You know there's something there
my spirit rebounds to a glide.
I strut in knowing your confusion
cause I always refuse to hide.

I am from the dark side.

From your running position
you move cross a suburban moat.
Driving miles over hills and valleys
so you can then point and gloat.

Take away business and services
drag them with you near your lair
while you speak about my condition
reality says you just don't care.

I hang out my shingle to open shop
confounding how I could decide.
Knowing you'll drive right past me
in your sporty upscale ride.

I am from the dark side

I struggle day by day
to find a balance in my life
while you seem to ignore
my constant living strife.

Sure, I get tired and weep
but I don't allow you to see
just how lousy you really are
when you ignore the best of me.

Your denials are infamous
crumbs you serve when you decide
but I keep on reaching for that dream
the one for which you surely lied.

I am from the dark side.

My schools are ragged
funds barely reach the mark.
Neighborhoods bleak and dying
like a war zone torn and stark.

Day in and out you turn your back
not admiting you are part of the cause.
You sling negative words at me
then pass even more harsh laws.

Must I continue in my strive
knowing you'll push me aside.
Or shall I just stop in my tracts
and conclude you'll always deny

I am from "Your" dark side.

Del Cano 2006 November

 

 

I Still Hear The Music

I still hear the music

whenever she is near

Two decades and counting

makes it just more clear.

 

I still hear each tune

better than ever before.

Right at two years

plus two whole scores.

 

I hear every sweet note

at a scale right near ten.

Was there really life before her

or was it just pretend.

 

I still hear music

real loud yet,clear.

I am so damn glad

she is still right here.

 

Del Cano 2006 December

Ice and Snow Storm

Ice and Snow Storm

 

Rain poured relentlessly

as coldness swallowed the air.

Ice slithered in a crystal view

soul felt cold and bear.

 

Ice cycles dangled on trees

electric lines fell to the ground.

Deep fog usurer in a starkness

fear came creeping round.

 

No lights, nor heat..emptiness

comfort escaped the heart.

Desperation gripped deeply

our home and us must part.

 

Rushing to salt and shovel

making a path to the van.

Breath laboring against icy air

feeling like a frantic man.

 

Get her to warmth and safety

find a dry place to lay our heads.

The beauty of the ice forming

told a terrible lie instead.

 

Street lights quite dark

traffic signals off and still.

Sleet, with its constant tapping

took away any potential thrill.

 

Terror began to set in

as we dodged crackling trees.

Sparks from fallen power lines

flashed a haunting tease.

 

Searching for safe shelter

glad the van has good heat.

Windshiled wipers struggling

to keep an opening in the sleet.

 

Streets slick and slushy

building ice moats to the curb.

Cold winds howling relentlessly

a warm day seems but a blurb.

 

Ah, a lighted motel sign

hope looms close by

but as we pulled onto the lot

the lights faded from our eyes.

 

Drive on toward another haven

any potential releif in sight.

Glad to see people stirring

in this hellacious wintry night.

 

A room on the first floor

Judy's wheel chair treading ice

In a few moments warmth set in

all so comfortable and nice.

 

Awoke to the blaring news

a massive storm of ice and snow.

Hundreds of thousands of people

no heat, lights or place to go.

 

Day after day we checked

and I drove home to feed the pets.

finally took them to shelter

you know how cold it gets.

 

TVdinners from micro wave oven

fast food joints at a premium

Services rare and far apart

needs rising up fast as helium.

 

The few stores opened , crowded

short on stock and services.

People in droves seeking food

most smile but looking nervous.

 

Horay! power back on at home

spread salt and shovel the walk.

Neighbors waving a sigh of relief

all anxiously wanting to talk.

 

Four days and nights at the motel

because of historic ice and snow.

Now that its over for me

I wanted you to know.

 

Del Cano 2006 December

 

 

 

 

Empty Thanksgiving

I must chuckle to myself
turkey, dressing and mashed potatoes
I say to hell with them all
want to pluck you like cherry tomatoes.

Damn the pumpkin pie
and the bean salad as well
I need me some you
can't you easily tell.

Kinfolk talking, kids at play
chattering 'bout the year's stuff
My mind wandering to you
just can't seem to get enough.

You are with me in mind
as I stutter with words of praise
Nothing said at the gathering
compares with how you raise.

Seemed a lost sort of cause
me, thrust as the star of the show.
If I only knew where you were
I'd surely excuse myself and go.

Where are you "Sweet Thang"
send me a glimmer of your place.
Needing you to touch me
and bring that smile back on my face.

Nothing is like this ache
the one buried deep inside
with passionate thoughts of you
making me beam with pride.

Oh, baby, smile a star for me
whisper that you need me too.
This damn Thanksgiving Day
empty without sharing with you.

Del Cano 2006 November

Suffice It To Say

Suffice it to say I love you
even when you are bad
just what I always needed
and wished I always had.

Suffice it to say I want you
to have and to hold
and to make love to you
powerfully and bold.

Suffice it to say I need you
like food for my very soul.
The way you stir up my senses
a sort of dream from times of old.

Suffice it to say I love you
and missed you quite much.
Like right now I am needing
to feel your loving touch.

Del  Cano 2006 November

Endlessly Keeps Me Wooing

Exposure to her brings excitement
matters not what she might be doing.
Her presence is but a powerful spark
endlessly keeps me wooing.

Her movements are like poetry
they stir up every sensual gland
and I fall off the edge of reality
everytime she calls me her man.

That woman is magic to me
letting me know I am who she wants.
The steam she generates in my body
saturates veins and all my joints.

Words do no justice to the feelings
she causes to rage within my soul.
I can find no pleasures to compare
when my hands touch her body and stroll.

When that woman kisses me
and our tongues entangle in a dance
nothing , I mean nothing is more powerful
than the need to continue the romance.

I have never yearned as much
nor craved to this high a degree.
The simplest of her actions bring fire
even just brushing close to me.

While the whole world is rolling on
or all maybe preparing for a storm
my senses are looking forward to her
in how she holds me in her arms.

Her scent is intoxicating
breeds smoldering sweltering heat.
Her aura takes over all my emotions
from my head to the bottom of my feet.

I scream within for each touch
fingertips pulse with desire.
My tongue begs for her taste
as passion rises even higher.

I grow weak within the abyss
we call our private lover's lair
and my senses go wildly mad
when touched by a stain of her hair.

She is pure excitement to me
ecstasy in an explosive cloud.
Loving her is no less than heaven
why I am screaming it out loud.

She attracts me in every way
matters not what she is doing.
I crave her presence at all times
she endlessly keeps me wooing.

Del Cano 2006 November

 

Kiss Me/Sway Me-A Collab

Oh, please kiss me

even tho you find me not

That kiss can be handled

with the love you've got

 

Please hold me 'bout the shoulders

and sway me through the night.

You know the way I like your touch,

strong and sure, yet light.

 

Kiss me in the wind

for the breeze carry

all the intent and passion

as I stare and tarry.

 

Permit me, dear, to savor

the softness of your breath

floating past my eyelashes

as I sway in your caress.

 

Close your eyes to kiss

so we can meet in the clear

Dawn is unfolding right now

bringing your kiss right here.

 

How can fantasy be so real?

I've asked you this before.

Don't answer now, my darling,

let's dream, just a little more.

 

 

Del Cano 2006 October

Naia, October 2006

 

 

She Sets Me On Fire

Her presence is the match
torching embers of desire.
Her touch, a flaming storm
igniting to raging fire.

She explodes me to heat
the kind I never knew.
The way noon time sun
bakes you thru and thru.

When she presses to me
my body goes insane.
Most powerful hotsauce
running thru my veins.

The cravings she raises
makes sensualness a low.
Nothing compares to the storm
like a volcano 'bout to blow.

Passions fired to a blast
lust beyond words condition.
She excites the most powerful
in any sexual position.

Moments spent with her
drives sensuality higher.
Absolutely, beyond a doubt
she sets my body on fire.

Del Cano 2006 October

I Want

I want to be the breeze

that caresses your face

the kiss on your lips

leaving not a trace.

 

I want to be the heartbeat

pumping deep inside

A sail boat on the waves

of your ocean tide.

 

I want to be the breath

you inhale each day.

Your sweat glands dripping

when you get that way.

 

I want to be the blanket

entangled with you at night.

The warmth you need

when cold air takes a bite.

 

I want to be in your skin

massaging every inch.

To kiss you weak

when love takes its pinch.

 

Del Cano 2006 October

I Shed Tomorrow's Tears

I shed tomorrow's tears today
ready for the pain yet to come
knowing how life has gone awry
letting them drip out for some.

I shed tomorrow's tears right now
for how my country fades from grace
Mistaken leaders tell bold lies
with shallow grins upon their face.

I shed tears which will certainly be
a flood for what is down the road.
Resulting from troubled times
we are living with a liars code.

Time to stop this madness
corral this runaway facade
Created in greed's mighty lust
leading liars have made.

I shed tomorrow's tears today
allow them to drip free and clear.
Keep trying to wake up the masses
while chaos grows freely here.

Del Cano 2006 October

 

 

 

Sometimes I Write In Beige

When I am tired and weary
sometimes I write in beige
when the write is over
I then turn the page.

When things get down
like sometimes they do
I just keep on writing
tho the outcome is in blue.

I might write in a bright shade
perhaps a deep hardy red
or even a blazing green
but you'll know what I said.

I can't hide my emotions
colors show the inner feel.
No matter the rainbow choice
what you get is always real.

Del Cano 2006 October

HAD ENOUGH YET?

Sick twisted folks talking

protecting a predatory pedophile

with all they can muster.

 

Had enough, yet?

By the way

did I say these are our leaders.

 

Let me say it again

these are our elected officials

who make our laws,

spend our money,

send our youth to wars.

 

Many have closed ranks

showing their putrid disdain

for you and I and their position,

the United States Congress.

 

Had enough yet?

 

Ahh, and did you hear what our president said?

"I have all the faith and

support in the Speaker of the House.

He only wants to protect the pages."

 

Ah, Mr. President, he had the info

for months or maybe years and did nothing.

But you want me to sit here believing

you have my best interest at heart.

What I am hearing in the space between

your words is you want me to shut up

and sit down.

The Republican lead Congress is

going to make it all right for me. 

 

Had enough yet?

 

Where is the loud outcry from the

morale majority who wants me to

follow their drumbeat?

Why am I hearing comparisons

to Clinton and Lewinsky?

Praying on underage children

is no comparison.

 

Are you telling me to protect

the Republican majority

is more important to you than

protecting our childen?

 

I HAVE HAD ENOUGH!

 

Del Cano 2006 October

 

 

 

 

 

Demons Squeezing Me

The walls seem to close in
squeezing my breath away
Mornings, tho pleasant
are a mark of another day.

 

So many demons loom
treacherously jabbing
Piercing my soul
as if they were stabbing.

 

Day after day the come
each with a different goal
All have their special traits
they play a painful role.

 

As I turn away from one
another jumps in my face
charging directly at me
as if there was a race.

 

The walls seem menacing
a giant slow moving vise.
Inching steadily closer
freezing my soul like ice.

 

Tho I might make it out the door
there are responsibilities afoot.
I can't abandon the demons nor walls
they are part of this painful root.

 

Never thought life was fair
nor believed it ever to be
yet, I can't seem to get past
these troubles attacking me.

 

A continuous flow of venom
a part of my daily mental bread.
Struggling never eases
while these walls squeeze my head.

 

Del Cano 2006 October

The Puzzle of Parenting

I rarely publish anything other than poetry but an article by Rebecca at her journal "Shadow of the Iris" moved me to respond to it with more words than allowed in the comment section. "The Puzzle of Parent"

http://journals.aol.com/justaname4me2/InTheShadowOfTheIris

 

 

There is nothing simple bout parenting. My daughters, now 32 and 35, are jewels to me and are still as close as when they were children. Tho I worked to get ahead they remained an integral part of my life with schedules arranged to include parent teachers meetings and other activities which were important to them. What I learned from the time they were babies was that all woman are not mother/parent people. I had grown up with the understanding that all woman, especially those who had children had some sort of innate gene which made them mothers and parents. I was sorely wrong. I found in their mother a person who never should have had children. Once the joy of having the birth over with I discovered in her a sense of being cramped or interrupted. She had no basic overwhelming joy in playing with our children or being freely a parent. I was the one who crawled on the floor with them. Played in the leaves and walked in the park with them. She missed the absolute thrill of "feeling" many milestones such as first steps and first words and was often too easy to allow anyone else to be in the place I felt she, their mom, should be. I don't actually believe it was any outward dislike but more a "lack" of whatever there is which is natural to parents towards their children. She just didn't have it inside her.

 

How does this relate to emotionally and/or physically absentee fathers? I don't know but I wonder if many dads are missing that parenting gene or whatever is inside "real parents" towards their children. Could it be that overwhelming feeling that children are for a woman's world. Beginning with pregnancy the woman is the star of the show. When the child is born they are the star of the show and this subordinate feeling carries on in some men till they do not "feel" important in the relationship which includes children. I am saying I do not know but I do recall friends who experienced deep feelings of lost while Mom and baby were in a world of their own. I have seen situations where the man is, in fact, closed out of participation with the babies.

 

No parent should act as only a biological contribution to the birth of a child but a full loving participant in that baby's life. The gene must have been within me cause I was always an elated emotionally driven father who participated in my daughter's lives. They did then and still do come to me as a confidant and parent and are only now developing a real relationship with their Mom. How a man or woman, for that matter, can dissect himself from his children's lives I have not the slightest understanding.

 

Especially if the couple has split up seems to me it would be easier for him to step up to the plate to close any potential gaps in his children's lives. But then maybe in my idealistic parenting world of belief many haven't reached that level of natural love and responsibility. From my point of view I can't imagine not wanting to be there with and for my children letting them know in certain terms their dad loves them and deems them most important.

 

Rebecca, I have no real answers for you but do feel the sadness and wonderment you shared in your article.

Hugs

Spencer

Loathsome Passion

At first I chuckled at your sneer
then realized your loathsome passion
as if you cannot understand love
you chase it like deer in heated fashion.

Your sneers tell your emptiness
or can it be just a jealous phase
not understanding my devotion to her
nor any of my supportive ways.

Your true darkness showed brightly
when you stalked me near the trash
Using your best come on to woo me
just lit my weariness like a flash.

You struggle to even wave pleasantly
while I get she and her wheel chair loaded
The lack of charity in your face
has been locked and duly noted.

A damn neighbor watching my every move
you must wear spots on the shades
Trying to catch me alone to speak
your actions are like sharpened blades.

Just cause she is not as healthy as you
doesn't make her any less appealing
No expression you can flash at me
could possibly send my heart to reeling.

You killed the simplest of the goose
in your trifling disgusting fashion
Supposing you could lure me your way
with not an ounce of compassion.

Lady, stay hidden in your lair
turn your head when I step out;
to reduce your bitter demeanor
when she and I go about.

Del Cano 2006 September

 

 

WE,THE PEOPLE

Where do I fit in this picture
thought I am,
WE THE PEOPLE
yet, seems every body
including Iraq, Iran, Israel,
the whole world, seems
more important than me.
 
Where do I fit in this scene
watching money flow freely
while I am being told I am not
qualified.
 
Oh, need I be a liar like some who
embezzle and plan unlawful stuff
or might I need to help write a drug bill
which does not allow my government to
negotiate with companies to save
WE THE PEOPLE money on drugs.
 
Where do I fit in this picture? I am an
outsider here in my home.
I call my government and the message
tells me to push #1 if I speak English.
Why do "I" need to push buttons?
Thought I was WE THE PEOPLE.
 
Find so many obstacles when I need help
Told me I had to wait while WE THE PEOPLE
help establish a working democracy in Iraq.
I must wait till my neighbors recover from their
trips to Iraq while they keep their fingers crossed
in not being victims of that back door draft
and ordered to return. 
 
When I take the recent veteran to the hospital
to get help for ailments since returning home
he is told its in his mind.
Boils and blisters on his skin are mental?
Is there something wrong with my eyes too?
This is how we support the troops?
Where is WE THE PEOPLE?
 
Have we buried our heads behind an image
which no longer exist or closed our eyes
to the reality which we live under?
Has terrorism put scabs on our hearts
misdirecting our senses?
Where are WE THE POEPLE?
 
Del Cano 2006 September

Need No New Face

You need no new face

nor not one change a new.

This wild internet space

never seen the likes of you.

 

Suave, you say or

a bit sexy is right.

Already past par

a dream in the night.

 

Bring on your angst

just speak out your pain.

While you are being frank

I'll be back again and again.

 

You always pleased

never less than a chick.

You are a natural tease

more so than some sex flick.

 

Methinks you cheat us

being so overly concerned.

You removed scabs from the rust

where sensuality burns.

 

You seem to tangle up

too much of what is but ain't

Didn't understand a lovin cup

so little confidence you can't.

 

But might I say you remain

so far above any other's best.

You have trouble when I explain

you always far exceed the rest.

 

No need in getting a new face

as sweet as can be as is now.

Hoping you allow the grace being

who you are, honestly, somehow. 

 

Del Cano 2006 September

As When I Searched The Depths Of You

Oh, Angel Girl, be my angel again
toss out the crud of life and live
as if the world hugged you for you
and the love and passion you can give.

Allow the salacious bubble to rise
as when I searched the depth of you.
Found precious caresses and feelings
pouring love like a dam broke thru.

Let me wrap my arms around you
allowing the passion to soak within.
Stroke up and enliven your soul
as if passion fire were sin.

For, if only a moment, let me reach
the core of your being you hide.
Take a chance to again float
and let all the senses take a ride.

Like waiting  in a field of orchids
or tulips in the breeze a sway.
Tender are the wonderings
I always wished I could say.

Stand tall, you wonderous woman
let the pain spill on a free fall.
Let the angst of life flutter on by
allow your self a momentous ball.

Whats wrong with sharing passions
or stroking again a mental kiss.
Damn, damn sweet thang
you so draw me in like this.

Forgive my directness
if it steps too hard on your toes.
But you gotta feel my wantings
is what all of us want and knows.

Take this hug I'm sending
wrap it round real tight.
And when you are lonesome
whisper for me at night.

Del Cano 2006 September

To my friend Angel who is suffering with the Blues.

Hey Man, Why You Questioning Me

Hey man, why you questioning me

cause I've loved a woman since eternity.

You pout cause my woman loves me back

thru life's hell and any sort of lack.

 

Just as if we squeezed thru a hole

slipped away from the crowd like a mole.

Ignored all those studies bout how to live

count on each other in sharing what we give.

 

Hey man, you gotta let her know

no matter what, she's the star of the show.

Never bring home the crap from work

and act like frustrated yelling jerk.

 

Make sure you keep passions alive

none of that later or headache jive.

Be creative in how you let her know

she is special to you where ever you go.

 

Never ever put her down in front of another

or publically let anyone see you frown.

Always make her feel like a queen

if she's wearing a gown or cut off jeans.

 

Make sure to keep in mind she

has wants and needs many won't see.

You must always show appreciation 

for who she is and all that satiation.

 

Hey man, why you complain to me

cause your woman don't respond friskly.

Maybe you take her forgranted and ignore

too much of what she adores.

 

Always make sure to show her respect

or for sure your relationship is wrecked.

You must forever take time to hear

not let her words blow by your ear.

 

And don't you dare forget to date her

treat her like the other woman in fur.

Send her candy with little notes

then you'll find stuff she wrote.   

 

Make her smile at you and she'll beam

continuously as if to split a seam.

In return you'll have a real lover up close

a friend and more romance than most.

 

So, what the hell you questioning me for

I ain't gonna act like you are, man.

I'm going home to my Sweet Thang

totting these flowers in my hand.

 

Del Cano 2006 September 

 

Fishing and Communing

One catfish came home with me
the others wait for another day
but I so appreciate its presence
when things work out this way.

Alone it makes a good meal
but it needs to be shared
Frozen in the freezer till another
from the lake can be spared.

It is part of my rejuvenation
the nature show never grows old.
Like reaching out to you
it jump starts my very soul.

So serene the water lies
a cool breeze blew in on me.
Fish, geese, furry mammals
roamed about quite cheerfully.

I cast a lure in the placidness
watched ripples fade away.
I'm sure I missed a few bites
but I had such a pleasant day.

Even the knowledge
you were just off beyond
felt magical to my emotions
as if you waved a magic wand.

Went fishing and communing today
rebuilt my soul engine's delight
Can rest in peace and quiet refrain
and sleep thru out the night.

Del Cano 2006 August

 

 

You Might Not Conceive

You have no idea the flavor
I see and taste from you.
When I let my mind wander
you are there thru and thru.

You might not conceive
how the want of you can last.
Like a chocolate eclair
or wine in a crystal glass.

You have no idea the limits
you take my mind's array
or how much we share within
thru the hours of the day.

I wear you like a crown
my sweet and sultry Queen
for all the passions visited
the most I've ever seen.

You strike chords galore
and smile me a bright day.
While forever drifts on along
I hold you special in my way.

Often you are but a sigh
a delicious dream come true.
While my life meanders on
it always includes you.

Del Cano 2006 August

 

Roses and Drought

My garden suffered from drought
too much sun for their luscious bloom.
So sad to walk thru the roses
just too much sadness and gloom.

So I went to the florist
bought her a long stem red rose.
included a note from me
"I love you, don't you suppose."

She smiled that lighted ray
thanked me sweetly and grinned.
Kissed me and whispered
think you will do it again?

Last week I sent her 3 roses
one of each of color she adores.
They made her cheery and thankful
like lounging on island shores.

Today I sent a dozen mixed roses
all in a crystal glass vase.
A jester telling her I still care
love the beam it brings to her face.

Too much going on to tend
to the flowers, especially the roses.
But a bloom now and again
tickles the senses thru the noses.

They are so special to her
inspires me to write and act.
Now I look forward to next year
unless the drought is coming back.

Del Cano 2006 August

If I Don't Make It To Heaven

If I don't make it to heaven
I've been graced by what you do
I've already had my blessings
with the time I've spent with you.

If I don't cross those pearly gates
I have no reason to complain
The years I've shared with you
no less a soothing Spring Rain.

If I fail to make it to heaven
I have plenty to tell the folk
I've been in my earthly oasis
in bearing your loving yoke.

If I don't make it to heaven
I still will pass a happy man.
hoping to stay in your presence
forever, thru eternity, if I can.

It won't rock my world
if heaven locks its door
cause loving you, to me
has got to be a lot more.

Del Cano 2006 August

It Must Be How You Are

I have loved before

and offered up my star

but not like I do you

it must be how you are.

 

I crave me some you

lust to the highest power.

A longing increasing

every minute, every hour.

 

Your presence is a gift

or more like it is a prize.

You so entangle my senses

with just the blink of your eyes.

 

I sleep with you in mind

body remains aware.

It lies in a pointed state

as if you were there.

 

Can feel you caress me

hold me close up and tight

and with the way you love me

I crave you both day and night.

 

Can't take the simplest action

without having you in mind.

As my thoughts wallow on you

more like a sip of fine wine.

 

Want to always touch you

hands to fondle, fingers caress.

Starting any place I can reach

then head for the rest.

 

You feed my normal heat

drive my body to insane.

Its a wonder I don't pass out

when you simply call my name.

 

Baby, I loathe when we are apart

soul begs for you with a mighty yearn.

The slightest of a thought

keeps me in a sultry burn.

 

I want you and need you

like I never wanted before.

And I must let you know this

there's love for you in store.

 

I have loved before

and offered up my star

but not like I do you

it must be how you are.

 

Del Cano 2006 August

 

 

 

 

 

 

A Collab

My Lover Waits While I Fish (Del Cano)

I Watch Him Fishing Just Beyond (Naia)

 

 

My lover waits while I fish

to renew my soul's veneer

and tho she knows I need it

she waits close by and near.

 

I watch him fishing just beyond

his field of vision, of view . . .

capturing every movement he makes

to savor the long night through.

 

She shares the overview

the drippings of a nature show.

For each trip to the waters edge

displays more for me to know.

 

I know he needs to commune with the waters

to rejuvinate his soul

and I gladly yield him to her caress

for I know he'll come back whole.

 

My lover awaits me

while I tap the spirit of joy

bringing home to her trimmings

which I share and employ.

 

And when he enters this open door

I'll savor the gleam in his eye

as I ever thank those lapping shores

for renewing my lover's sigh.

 

Oh, my lover hangs on in

while I refill my natural zest

then when we spend our time

she knows she'll get the best.

 

Your fingers have touched the face of God

and now grace my body so . . .

I feel the divinity of your gaze

now, as I will on the morrow.

 

My lover knows I love

to wallow in nature's bed

which offers up a cocktail

for cleansing out my head.

 

I always know when he's called away

by the siren's song compelling

that when he returns, his lover's verse

will pour forth from a heart e'er swelling.

 

My lover watches the scenery

she knows its best like this

and I love her even more

when she waits for me to fish.

 

My dear one, please bring home your catch

to this lass who waits by the door

we'll fry it all up and feed those in need

as our love takes its roots at the shore.

 

 

Del Cano 2006 July. 

Naia, August 2006

 

 

 

 

 

I Count On You, My Private Oasis

Your words add a shot
of real Rythm and Blues
Always an adrenaline rush
good stuff my soul can use.

Just like the sun shining
you cast shadows to the wind
cloaking me with your love
more-so, now, than in the begin.

When my whole world's in chaos
can count on you, my private oasis
to share with me from just beyond
when I need to visit with God's faces.

You, my sweet song of the heart
extending a hand held as your invite.
Please know your presence is ever
needed and you never fail to excite.

When my engine needs a boost
thoughts of you provide a jump start.
And when I need to go fishing
I carry you with me in my heart.

Thru all your own world's dilemma
to me, you never fail to respond
making me feel special in knowing
you watch me fish from just beyond.

Del Cano 2006 August

 

 

Took You To Bed With Me

Carried you to bed with me
at least in my vivid mind.
Allowed a free for all with you
my favorite keeping kind.
 
Matters not what goes on
in my life or in yours.
You send out beads of love
as if you had sensual spores.
 
I took you to bed with me
last night when I laid me down.
And I must tell you, woman,
you still wear a lover's crown.
 
You, in your own special way,
create the best of feelings.
Washing me in your passion
being sure to keep me reeling.
 
I took you to bed with me
no need to explain the details.
Suffice it to say my pleasure rose
with my heart in its lustful wails.
 
You are the only one
who can satiate my need
and I beg of you to remain
you, that is my feeble plead.
 
Del Cano 2006 August
 

A Virtual Trip

We took a virtual trip

was supposed to go fish

but all the fun we had

was much more than this.

 

Splashing water like kids

running hand in hand

Along the lakes edge

we got barefoot in the sand.

 

Played just like teens

like at a carnival booth

hair down in total freedom

a rebirth from our youth.

 

You, your precious smile

splashed me and ran

out of breath couple

reliving it over again.

 

You brought a virtual canoe

we paddle round the lake

soothing ripples in the water

softens our personal ache.

 

Just enjoying the outing

as I stare at your every move.

your sultry pouty pose

sure to get me in the groove.

 

Pinching myself to feel

if this is simply virtual stuff

or did we pass thru a diminsion

to make sure we got enough.

 

Come on grab your poles

I almost can't seem to wait

meet me nearby the lake

you know you are the bait.

 

Virtual might be as far

as we can both take this

I am sure we need another trip

so we can try to catch a fish.

 

Del Cano 2006 July

 

 

 

 

Nighttime Brings On Whispers

Night time brings on whispers
soft as a southern raindrop
Dripping words of passion
each night brings a new crop.
 
Like a star shooting
across the soft night sky
Each word has as an aim
to please the watching eye.
 
Some words send kisses
to smooch awaiting lips
Sweet as honey dew melon
they carry lover's scripts.
 
Over miles and mountains
deserts and river's bend
Each with a special message
from lover to lover we send.
 
Not one shall be a waste
let their meaning arise
and spark another conversation
to be seen by my lovers eyes.
 
Del Cano 2006 July

Come Now From That Place

 

Come now from that place

the one which hides your face.

I see you plainly within my heart

but just too long since your depart.

 

Far too many words ago

you slipped from here to fro

Left me dangling like a branch

a limb broken with circumstance.

 

Nothing I say seems to work

thinking perhaps I am a jerk.

But all that put back and aside

miss your voice and sensual ride.

 

Come now from that place

the one which hides your face.

Share with me minute simplicities

asking not for certain specificities.

 

Is it that hard for us to share

even when souls are not bare.

Perhaps the weather might be

a topic to write about, you and me.

 

I heard your word's explanation

still rendering me in your fascination.

But...am I so difficult to speak to

cause I am enamored with you.

 

Come now  from that place

the one which hides your face

and freely give up a tiny part

once again to tingle my heart.

 

Like a sparce dinner break

food without spice, goodness sake

yet we gather at the table's seat

with neither of us a chance to eat.

 

You dangled such lovely fare

then slid on off to hide somewhere

Just as I settled in for the duration

seems you only felt a summation.

 

Woman, bring your self back

knowing its you I suffer in lack.

Stop that hiding of your face

come now from that hidden place.

 

Del Cano 2006 July