Summer Romance – Sofia Darling

The sky melted into summer,
when i met you with your friend
and you were like no other
so we met up again.
Inseperable after a week,
and the memories we shared
like when you kissed me on the cheek
and whispered that you cared.
A summer in the wood
making passion under stars
i never knew you could
make me love you so so hard.
While summer slips away
and winter’s seeping through
our romance on last days
next Summer i wait for you.

Canadian Romance – Aldo Kraas

That man
Is having a
Canadian Romance
With that beautiful Girl
And she reminds me of a
Movie star
All I can say is that
He is a lucky men
To have a beautiful girl like
Her

Romance In The Sun – Joyce Hemsley

Feminine…the ‘dreamy’ kind
every man adores her,
beautiful in summer sun
when Mr. Romance calls her.

He sings nostalgic melodies
introduced discreetly,
mellow notes to melt the heart
Bliss, when rendered sweetly.

He sends white lilies to her room
to celebrate each new occasion;
her boudoir’s filled with fresh perfume
and sensuous adoration.

Golden rings upon her finger
give hope of many years to come
and unforgettable memories linger
of romance in the summer sun.

A Friend – Charles Chaim Wax

I got a call yesterday
About Gloria,74 years old,
From her sister,69, a smoker all her life
Plus drank a fifth of rum,
Everyone thought she
Would go first
But cancer demolished Gloria through and through.
Lucy and Lorenzo said I should send flowers
For fifty dollars
Such kind children
Instead
I sent a Mass Card for five because
How does the inside of a coffin breathe.

A Blind Friend – David Darbyshire

I have a blind Friend
He’s called Ronny
Ron’s very Clever
We play Backgammon
Together, amongst
Other things
But I am Worried!
Every time I say Goodbye
I say: ‘See ya Later’, Ron
Some how I do not Think,
These are the ‘right’ words?
Maybe something Like,
I’ll Smell you later or,
I’ll Feel, Taste or Touch you Later
I should work on My
Communication Skills!

The Friend – Marge Piercy

We sat across the table.
he said, cut off your hands.
they are always poking at things.
they might touch me.
I said yes.

Food grew cold on the table.
he said, burn your body.
it is not clean and smells like sex.
it rubs my mind sore.
I said yes.

I love you, I said.
That’s very nice, he said
I like to be loved,
that makes me happy.
Have you cut off your hands yet?