Tree Trimmer

A Collab

Longing tugs me to the fence to watch you
as you trim the towering oak tree in your yard.
Your skin is molasses silk wet with your sweat.
Your arms are strong, confident, the muscles hard.

Those forbidden thoughts of you
doodling in my mind makes me wish
as I trim this tree hoping against hope
there was a way you could be my dish.   

It’s a hot day in August, you remove your shirt
as if you are unaware of the eyes that drink you in.
Too shy to tell you how you bring my body alive.
Or the thoughts I think, wishing they were not sin.  

I believe I can see you peeping;
damn, would be good to get a closer view.
Hell's doors are wide open but I don't care
would love to wrap my arms around you.  

Those hands that hold the tree saw are competent,
oh, if only those hands knew I wanted you to trim me.
I ache to feel them on my body in each and every place,
suddenly I am hot with desire and wish I were a tree.  

I could lay my hands on you and slide them
to every lusty part while my body screams out.
If only you were this tree I'd trim you so good
making desire bring passions to a loud shout.
 
Would you strip me the same way you strip excess bark,
or would your movements slow to a maddening pace.
Grinning you would unbutton my gingham blouse so proper,
only to find that beneath, I am sliding in black silk and lace.  

Oh, wouldn't I love to undo that top to see
just how much is there to wallow in and caress
while learning the surprises you have hid
would drive my desires to lavish all the rest.  

As if you are aware of my presence, you glance my way,
wink and wipe the sweat from your face as you approach.
Those arms rest on the fence top, those eyes invite me
to play naughty games, and we won’t need a coach. . .  

I'm going to look your way to see if you notice.
Then as I make my last jump from this tree
gonna walk over to you in hopes you don't reject
the thoughts I have harbored for you and me.  

You come around to my yard, to the wide swing where I sit,
sink beside me onto plush cushions, pushing me down slow.
Your tongue explores, starting with pulsing thrusts of a kiss.
You tease and tantalize, tasting every inch of me, head to toe.  

I'm going to chance it and see if the lust I hoped for
is as fresh in her eyes the way it has been in mine.
Without a word I slouch right next to you an embrace
thinking to hell with that tree do it another time.  

That old tree can wait another day, my needs are urgent
as I spread myself open for you to savor and arouse my skin.
You are hard as that tree, quivering flesh eager to plunge
into me, ride my rhythm, not once but oh, again and again.  

I'm running my tongue over you, dragging teasingly
till we both are as a sweaty hillside draining like Spring rain.
And as our quivering bodies succumb to the need to be blessed
we ride the tide of passionate lust over and over again.
 

 Dancin With Wolves 2006 Jan

Del Cano 2006 Jan
 

Heaven's Kiss

How can one not see
so much of heaven's face
when there is much here
of loves sweet grace.

Doth they not see
the blooms of a rose
stems of grass dancin
when the wind blows.

Have they not dipped
in a mountain stream
or felt the warmth
of a sunray beam.

Are they blind to the moon
which conducts each star
to twinkle on lover's night
no matter where we are.

How can one not see
the beauty in a raindrop
or the foreverness
sharing love unstopped.

As the snow doth fall
and blankets our way
the peaceful serenity
massages the day.

Rivers rolling thru the land
toting so much mystery
and stopping where you are
to add your own history.

If nothing but vivid colors
or a rainbow in the breeze
got to know love exists
when you take a look at trees.

Oh, I've seen the serenity
of rolling ocean white caps
and the hardiest of crocus
peep thru snow from winter's nap.

How can one not see
love is all around in this
wrapped in heaven's touch
how can we miss its kiss.

Del Cano 2006 Jan

 

 

 

From the Stage

Her face appeared
from one side of the stage
a reappearance to the act
as we rehearsed the page

She broke out in song
one not in the book
tho most were startled
I just took a close look.

As she made her way
to stage center, each word
came clearer in mind
knew then I had heard

She sang a song of love
I had forgotten in the fray
when years before we met
but got lost along the way.

Awakened from a dream
that told we couldnt be
knew right then for sure
she was singing to me

I joined with her in song
as we met under the lights
holding hands like before
on those long ago nights.

The cast hummed along
not knowing the words we sung
as the audience stood in awe
they all seemed to be stunned.

We stood in stark contrast
as if from different times
tho holding hands while singing
and making the melody rhyme

She looked like a queen
from a score or two before
and I a carpenter dressed
as if bout to hang a new door.

The time we shared the lights
seemed more than a simple act
like old lovers meeting again
but won't be getting back.

As the orchestra played
and the conductor indicated
the song should be ending
she sung on as if vendicated.

The curtains finally dropped
she let my hand go as well
when the back stage got lit
she was gone like spell.

A puff drifted in the air
a sweet scented haze
I knew then never again
would I ever see her gaze.

Del Cano 2006 Jan

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 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
her world-like abyss
resides the residue
of our former life of bliss

Del Cano 2005 August

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 within Poetic Bliss

Del Cano

The Giant Chicken

This is written as a result to a few asking about my first weird habit from being tagged.

The Giant Chicken

In September 1981, another lifetime ago, I was driving headed eventually to Louisville, Kentucky for a few meetings with some coal miners and suppliers.With several mining associates in the Evansville, IN area I had planned to stop in that vacinity on the way to Louisville.

Still in the grips of a most upsetting divorce and wild court battles I had for the past few years married the business and dove deeply into it. With constant meetings and negotiations it was common to have buffet meals and drinks several times a day while conducting business. I had no idea (which I would admit) that I had been drinking excessively as many of the others were even tho there were obvious telltale signs
I should have noticed.

Driving from the St Louis area using the newly opened western leg of I-64 I was joyous and in good spirits to be headed east to visit with some coal suppliers to piece together enough
coal to be applied to my recently increased contract with Tennessee Valley Authority. The stops in Evansvile and Owensboro, KY (just across the Ohio River) were non-incidental as I resumed by trek to the final destination. A few miles east of the junction onto I-64 I was feeling good about the preliminary meetings and was anticipating my upcoming evening meetings. The soybean and corn fields buzzed by with an occassional oil cricket pump interrupting the flowing grain display my eyes had grown accustom to. The hum of the engine along with the tapes of the best choices of R&B music of the day allowed me to ride in pleasant sensual splender. I'm sure the scotch at lunch played a part in the mellowness I felt.

Off in the forward distance to my left I could barely make out an image stepping thru the fields of grain and as I rode closer to it I was dumbfounded by what I saw. This monstrocity of an image was about to step on me and my vehicle as it crossed the road way. The vehicle spun a total 360 degrees from sudden braking while cruising at high speed. Immediately, I jumped out of the car to see this GIANT CHICKEN  stepping across the fields headed in a southernly direction. With out
the slightest concern that I might have killed myself and others with the sudden braking which spun my car around facing west in the east bound lanes I discovered myself lingering in the gutters of the road straining to see this monster chicken.

After a few minutes I regained my composure and manipulated my car back on the road and proceeded on my journey.  Though it took a few minutes to recover from the rapid breathing and fast paced hear rate I had settled back into my traveling mode with music from the engine and tapes. As fate would have
it that damn chicken came into view in the corner of my right eye soaking wet as if it had walked across the river heading back to its roost. I had decided I would speed up a bit so as to make it past his path way before we met in the road. I sped up it seemed to keep pace with me. Suddenly one of his giant feet appeared to almost step on the car and I swerved to avoid it. I ended up crossing into the passing lane and as my tires came in contact with the gravel off the edge of the pavement the car spun around again.When I jumped out to see this chicken it had gone from view all together with no fading vision to watch.
It was simply gone.

This time my recovery took longer as I saw the possiblity of me killing and being killed with sudden braking action on a four lane highway. Heart racing and breathing rapidly I turned the music off and thought about what had just happened. Not once but twice. Reality nudged me to whisper, "buddy, you got troubles".There is no GIANT CHICKEN. There is NO giant chicken. Many questions rushed throught my head instantly.
Had I lost my mind? Was I having a nervous break down? Was I stressed and didn't know it? I sat there off the edge of the road for awhile thinking. I have to be alive to see my daughters grow up. They depend on me.Their mother had flaked out on her duties and didn't act like a mom until she wanted something. Or was in a mood to connive for the sake of it. Sitting there with myriad thoughts racing thru my mind
as to why that chicken appeared. Was there a reason I should know? Had "she" put a curse on me? Had I gone too far in my fighting the so called standards of society at that time?

None of the questions I was poundering answers to involved me directly. They all centered on others with me as if I were an onlooker peeping in from the outside. Knowing I had turned the music off a few minutes earlier I still wondered why it was quiet in the car when the thought hit me. Spencer, you are DRUNK! No giant chickens, no curses, no anything but you had been drinking too much and refused to admit it. Spencer, you are DRUNK! And your drunkeness damn near got you killed. You were doing exactly what you had been preaching against. Drunk driving. Dumb ass, you are drunk.

After a few minutes of facing my own realities it became apparent to me my breathing had returned to normal.
The goosebumps had receded. The sweat had begun to dry. I was facing my demon and telling myself the ruthless truth. Spencer, you are and have been driving drunk. An admission which seemed to lift a veil of lies off me. I could see clearly now. I could see why I carried my anger from the marriage break up with me as if it were a luxury purse for all to see. Poor me! Poor, poor Spencer. He thought he had the best wife
in the world until he started earning a better than average income when she turned into a monster.

I prayed right there and felt a sobering awakening to my own actions as I submitted to my shortcomings.I prayed I would never see that giant chicken again. I prayed I would be the best mother and father to my children.I prayed to lift the underlying anger from me and to live with as much love as I could spread. As I resumed my trip I felt a peace which I had not felt in a few years. That GIANT CHICKEN had saved me from not only becoming an alcoholic (if I had not already become one) but to face life with a more positive attitude.

I have never again been visited by that chicken and rarely drink except for an occasional glass of wine with dinner.

 

 

Tagged

I've Been Tagged

I've been tagged by Lane of Ms Smith's Diary

http://journals.aol.com/lasskk19/MsSmithsDiary/

By Cathy, Ladee of the World

 http://journals.aol.com/ladeeoftheworld/PossumsPrepareforBattle

and by Libra Gem of

http://journals.aol.com/libragem007/JournallyYours

(Who by the way is "NOT"weird)

These are the rules of the game: The very first player chose a topic. In this case, the topic is FIVE WEIRD HABITS OF YOURS. You must then write a journal entry listing those weirdness you possess~as well as the rules of the game. Then, you select FIVE PEOPLE TO TAG and link their names/blogs in your entry. Go to their journals and leave a comment informing them they have been tagged by you and to read your journal to see in what way they have been nailed! Those five then MUST (note that I insist upon it!) write an entry listing their weird habits and tag an additional five people.

After much constirnation and wondering what weird things I did I finally broke down and consulted Judy who pointed out easily the following:

 1. I stopped excessive drinking because of a giant chicken.
                         (long story available upon request)

 2. I sometimes put malasses in my tea to sweeten it
      (lots of times)

 3. Love to wash, set, comb, brush or otherwise fiddle in ladies hair
     (is it too late to change careers ?)

 4. My body is always warm. In the dead of winter or
     heat of summer (no comment)
 
 5. I am an odd mixture of a shy and aggressive person. In     public discourse and meetings I am out spoken, opinionated and aggressive. On a personal level on one to one basis I am mostly shy. (I need an audience?) 

6. As an added bonus I was reminded that not only do I sometimes chew on rum soaked crooks (cigar) but am fast becoming addicted to chocolate flavored cigars. I keep one nearby ready for a good sniff.

Now I am suppose to Tag 5 others to keep this game going. For those who have already been tagged just leave us a link so we can peep at your answers.

Robin  http://journals.aol.com/robinngabster/TheWorldthruMyEyes/

Mystic is kinda new.Stop in and give her a wave. She's a poetess. Ur Oklahoma Dream

http://journals.aol.com/urokladream/MysticsDreams/

Sassy Dee

http://journals.aol.com/sassydee50/SassysWORD/

Sue

http://journals.aol.com/dackbdimble/SheSpeaksSheListens

Renee'

http://journals.aol.com/acyrlicstains/publish/

I Heard The Wind Before I Died

I heard the wind before I died
the swoosh surrounding me
Those engulfing rushes
of unruly patterns filled
with ecstasy.

I heard the wind before I died
which gripped my very soul
in fathoms of pleasured
monstrosities its touches
deep and bold.

I heard the wind before I died
whose lust was of a hue
of a colored masterpiece
which explodes within
my view.

I heard the wind before I died
as you birth my senses real.
Added deminsions of passion
to levels I never knew
could feel.

I died a death of pleasure
you touched me to the core
and opened up a new heaven
holding wide a lovin door.

Del Cano 2006 Jan