Jolting Emotions

As tho her hips
are blessed with history.
Each movement explodes
brings on stary ecstacy.

There's no less magic
in the taste of her lips.
Each kiss likened to
French Bordeaux sips.

Words have no capacity
to express the ignition of her touch.
Titillating is not sufficient
to splain vibrations and such.

Nothing compares to her
no smile, no touch nor taste.
I erupt in emotional flares
at just the sight of her face.

My whole being gets fidgety
from echoed visual clips.
Jolting emotions, erupting passions
arise with movement of her hips.

Del Cano 2005 Oct

Minority

I been knocking
knocking on that door.
Wearing down, bitterly
till my fist are now sore.

May as well give in
treat myself with disdain.
The trauma of the outside
drenches like cold rain.

Reckless laughter
jokes from the majority.
Deems me second class;
I am a minority.

Del Cano 2005 Oct

This Joy

This joy be mine
a song within my heart
learning to sing its salutations
chases music from the chart.

A song unsung
is like a picture not painted.
Notes stuck on the staff
leaves the music tainted.

Just like I shout the joy
love's music must be sung.
Adds to the preciousness
as it comes rolling off the tongue.

Each note speaks a phrase
a tune of its own scale.
As I spread this joy of love
my heart doth really sail.

Del Cano 2005 Oct

DWB

I been Black many years
gray hairs, a few wrinkles;
life's trials caused tears
to rise in little sprinkles.

Got all essential needs
nothing important I lack.
But how is it, my pleads
I'm stopped being Black.

In the eyes of John Law
I'm just another marked man.
Can't help but stick in my craw
spose its just in the plan.

Always a nervous situation
John Law with hand on gun.
Words teeming of trickeration
as if he hoped I'd run.

What the hell does it take
to stop this profiling smack.
All excuses turn out fake
'cept I'm driving while Black.

Del Cano 2005 Oct

 

Magnolia Hill

Your scents surrounds me
enhancing passions brew.
Senses awake from stirrings
of lingering thoughts of you.

My mind plays a scene
a repeat of dreams delight.
As stars twinkle on high
I long for you tonight.

The night seems to wear on
in a sensual basking glow.
Plays a tune of enchantment
you taught me how to know.

As I revel in this thought
that dream alive, so real.
No other encounter, so touching
as you, on Magnolia Hill.

Del Cano 2005 Oct

The Park Bench

Let me tell you a tale
one of sadness and woe.
Even I had a time believing
just how this story go.

I'm sitting in the park
on  a bench by the lake.
Reading a book of poetry
how Langston Hughes spake.

A ranger drove by
passed a time or two.
Then he stopped, got out
yelling, "hey you."

Aroused from my passion
deeply engrossed, you see.
Shocked into sudden realism
he screaming for my ID.

"What the hell YOU doing.
Bet you out here planning a crime.
Sitting out here on this bench
cause you aint got a dime."

Needless to say enragement
crept all cross my face.
What did I do to cause
this sort of disgrace.

He seemed to anger fast
cause my actions were slow.
Said, he aint taking no shyt
wanted to let me know.

I told him to arrest me
after he saw my ID.
That I would not accept
that sort of treatment of me.

He, obviously startled,
had made a wrong assumption.
My speech and presentation
killed his prior presumption.

Lookiing himn eye to eye
he realized a grave error.
Could tell from his demeanor
he should have acted fairer.

He spun on his heels
turned and just drove away.
Me sitting there in shock
facing a ruint rest of the day.

You mean to tell me
that it could seem a cinch.
I look like a  criminal
reading, sitting on a park bench.

Del Cano 2005 Oct 

First Place for Onions

First Place
By Spencer                                         
(aka, yeolecontractor)
Journal: Spencers Place 

Never included
with Fruit of the Loom
Often its juicies
extract tearful gloom.  

Crisp, sweet or pungent
stirs well with another root.
Adds a bit of power
like a kick from a boot.  

Much maligned but used
adds so much to a base.
Nothing else helps
to enhance such a taste.  

To some its sort of a muse
always to a cook, quite dandy.
I thrive when I add it to my meals
always got those onions handy.

Del Cano 2005 Sept