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