To The Shy Lady

A most poignant write
spilling out into the street
rolling thusly uphill
begging with hope to cleat
thy firm belief to die
refusing the towel's touch
to dab a tear stained eye
and reaching back to much
of the "then", what was used
and not grasping what "is"
to fight back the old abuse
or a new day's open fiz,
thus the tears last night
from failure to pay attention
to the burst of new light
you forgot to loudly mention.
So instead the devil dances
and looks directly in the eye
forcing out potential chances
leaving all for you, but to cry.

Del Cano 2004 May

In response to a poet's lament

A Better New Year

the new year brings
to us what was sown
oft times paths covered
unmowed, overgrown

we sing to ourselves
songs we like to hear
yet fail to act beyond
high fives and good cheer

to me it seems the same
wake up to the old way
people not even realizing
its just another day

unless we make a change
start to wittle away the grime
though its a new year coming
it'll just be like the old time

choose wisely the path
be creative and not fear
starting another period
lets have a better New Year

Del Cano 2004 December

 

 

By The Fireplace

We laid by the fireplace
on a comforter of love.
Watched while the flames
flickered and shoved.

Pushed closer to passion
lit up the flames of lust.
Peeled off scars of yesterday
to renewed ways of trust.

Something 'bout the heat
the brilliance of the fire.
Enlightened flicks of flames
seemed to warm our desire.

With each crackling spark
like a jolt from your hips
told of a need we share
a taste of puckered lips.

That lovely array
fit us like a glove.
Laying by the fireplace
on a comforter of love.

Del Cano 2005 January
 

Life's Crosswalk

For but a moment we stepped
inside the abyss of pleasure
ventured beyond the boundary
of life's crosswalk treasure.
 
Stepping over life's set lines
will always extract bitter fate.
No use in fiddling with reality
these passions have got to wait.

Bitter pills to swallow
never less than dramatic.
Quivering remains dangle
shunting more than ecstatic.

Pleasures hang in memory
sweet, yet salty to the taste.
Fondling beyond boundaries
produces nothing but a waste.
 
Stirrings ought not ever
breach life's bold line
so, my smile should answer
any question you may find.

Just that fleeting moment
two souls locked in a stare
staying within life's crosswalk
allows it to remain quite fair.

Del Cano 2005 January

 

At the Intersection of Art and Life

At the intersection of art and life
we brushed, touched soul to soul
wearing open hearts like seedlings
which burst out strong and bold.

Not a word needed saying
approached moreso as a dare.
Hesitant frill cloaked sight
knowing life to be unfair.

Pulled by artful cravings
bound thru colorful words.
Humming tunes we created
sweeter than mocking birds

A fortress, barely strong as 
sand castles on the beach
yet waltzing feverishly prior
to the tides knowing reach.

Oh, so delicate the touch
speechless in fevered strife
mimicking what could be
at the intersection of art and life.

Del Cano 2005 January

I Dream In Color

My dreams are in color
as well as flavors too
at least when they are
focused strictly on you

I even hear quite well
your whispers galore
of the mumblings you do
and even a bit more

I dream in vivid color
when I am in your clutch
thru the magic of dreams
even can feel your touch.

My senses stay so alive
within this love supreme
thats why all is so vivid
and colorful in my dreams.

Del Cano 2005 January
 

 

No Hot Toddy This Time

Thought what had racked
this old trembling body
would be solved by a nice
spiked steaming hot toddy

Nah...not this time
the illness was much more
took  a lot of fantasy
to exact the healing score

Nyquil just wouldn't do
nor Alka-Seltzer Plus
a good dose of you
is called strictly a must.

Tremblings and shudders
throughout today's quake
means I shall dream of you 
before I'm healed and wake.

Del Cano 2005 January