Can you imagine
they fearing me?
Me, whom they've kicked
unmercifully.
Feet pressed
cross my head
tempting to deny
all I said.
Can you imagine
saying 'bout me
while being held down
"I" am the enemy?
I don't take funds from the poor
nor lie 'bout welfare cheats.
Give any amount to corporations
take the shoes off our feets.
Can you imagine
they fearing me?
Me, whom they've kicked
unmercifully.
Del Cano 2005 Oct
To kiss a lovely mouth
strikes the strings of merry
All the joyful flavors
taste so richly berried.
Relentless moments
exploding to bliss.
Passions igniting
with each exotic kiss.
Del Cano 2005 Oct
By then the dream
got old like me
but kept alive
with persistancy.
For years the image
held its own
from teenage years
well past grown.
Saw the dream
hang on the wall
tho wearing down
would not fall.
Pecking way at details
pieces still hanging on.
The dream stands firm
just like when was born.
Now the dream
tho old as I
stands firm with me
seeing eye to eye.
Del Cano 2005 Oct
I can't escape the tune
whose notes dance in my head
which seems to grow in volumn
with words you have said.
Dreams I dream of you
linger heavily thru out the day
while love continues its flight
in a rhapsody sort of way.
Each serene recall of us
designed by passion's score
awakens my body to the thrills
of enchantment kept in store.
Ecstacy rewritten time and again
striking those tunes so adored.
O love, mine breast be overfilled
More Than Three Times Poured.
Del Cano 2005 Oct
Grandma had some china
passed down from before
which sat on a shelf
just opposite the door.
Her dollies, starched
collecting gifts for years.
Each with a story attached
draped proudly in tears.
Yet, when grandma died
I didn't ask for her pottery.
Getting her cast iron skillet
to me, like hitting the lottery.
No better memory of her
than she cooking as if for a billet.
Stiring, sprinkling, shaking food
magically in that cast iron skillet.
Del Cano 2005 Oct
Collard greens
smoked neck bones
a common thread
for Delta's moans.
Rivers flowing south
depositing silt
brings with it traditions
that do not wilt.
Sweet potato pies
buttered cornbread
grandma's legacy
stuck in my head.
All the way from slavery
way past Jim Crow
keeping traditions
won't let them go.
Southern fried catfish
smothered chicken delight
cooked in a cast iron skillet
heating just right.
Blackeyed peas
hamhocks afloat
allows the Delta
to keep its bloat.
Shanti shacks
hold back the rain
storms come and go
then return again.
Not much to save
not a lot can we use
the Delta is definately
home to the blues.
Now every tradition
heard in Delta's moans
causes me to think
my grandma groans.
Del Cano 2005 Oct
