Category Archives: Poems & Poetry

Poems & poetry written by myself, Franco Bolli.

Princess and I, Book II

Our first eBook, Princess and I, The First Years,  has been downloaded 40+ times.

Today I have published Princess and I, Book II.
It covers the last few months of 2013, when I moved our blog to a self-hosted site.

Henceforth the next volumes will cover a full year.

You can download our book, Princess and I, Book II, absolutely free and it is available in PDF, epub and Kindle.

I’m sure there are still a few writing errors in this book and I hope everything is well formatted. I checked the links to YouTube and other blogs and updated or removed them when the content was no longer available.

Your feedback is greatly appreciated.

You can download the book HERE

Front page for our 2nd eBook

Last Night I Screamed – Revisited

June 29, 2014

I post a poem I have written. Last Night is the title and it is about missing Princess but also about loneliness.

A few years later I experiment with the spoken word for a blog a dear friend of mine started. There is a forum and interaction and chat-options. I’m asked to be a part of this venture. To do some IT-stuff and set up a forum.

Unfortunately the hosting company she used is not very reliable. After a while the project is abandoned.

I take The Kinky Café over but after a few months there is not enough interest to continue this project.

What is left over a memories. I loved the idea being a part of something bigger. I loved investing my time in this project. I loved the interaction.

So all that remain are a few poems I recited and recorded for that blog.
My English is awful and the sound quality nonexistent.
Maybe I should try to record it again, with better material.

Yet I want to share this with you. It is one of my poems I love the most because it describes the focal point of my life. It is about Princess.

So here we go… Franco Bolli reading “Last Night I Screamed”

 

 

Princess and I, The First Years

“I wish I had our blog in print,” Princess whispered, “so I can hold our story, read in it whenever I want.”

“Sounds like a good idea to me, “ I told the love of my life.
“Isn’t it?”

“I’ll make it happen,” I promised, not sure how I would be able to get the whole blog in an editable document like Word or so.

Getting it into a Word document was very easy. Editing was the most time-consuming part.

So today I’m putting up a link to my account on Smashwords. You’ll be able to download “Princess and I, The First Years”.

It’s free and available in PDF, Epub and Mobi.

There is our story, right on you reading device. You’ll find Princesses’ beautifully written poetry and a few articles about my photography.

I’m sure there are still writing errors in this book and I hope everything is well formatted.

This book covers the posts I made from 2012 till 2013 when I moved to a self-hosted site.

It was fun browsing through the articles. I was astonished I had written so much in little over a year. Little over 63,800 words.

In a near future I’ll be putting a next Princess and I online. I have the document covering the articles on SirFrancoBolli.org till December 31, 2016 already. I think I’ll do a 2013-2014 first and from then one per year.

You can find the book HERE

I would greatly appreciate your feedback.

 

 

I miss you, Princess – revisited

I wrote this poem 2 years ago and when I look back I don’t find it all that bad, yet now I would rewrite it in a slightly different way. Of course it does not work that way. Imagine having 5 versions of the same book because now and then the authors changes something.

This time I did not use the iPad to record but my iMac and an external, cheap mic.

I recorded it in Garageband and added a discrete soundtrack. I am not sure if it works but I’ll leave it up to you to decide.

Hope you’ll enjoy.

For you, Princess revisited

One of the things I have in mind is adding some kind of podcast thingamabobs to this site.

I have no idea yet about how to do this.

The technical stuff should not be a huge problem. A good mic, some software and other shit and we are good to go.
Well, not really.

My first attempt was installing some recording software on my iPad. No big deal.
Creating an account at Soundcloud was easy too.

Then I needed to record something.

I am home alone so I decided to read a poem I recently posted on this site.
Okay, how does one read a poem?
Five times? Ten times?

At first my voice broke. Damn, I was so touched by my own words I could barely cite myself.

After that I sounded stupid, lifeless, horny, funny with lots of overacting.

I did 22 takes before I was somewhat happy with the result. Please bear in mind that I am not used to talk English and my accent is horrible.

What did I learn?
I need a (good) mic. I need good software that enables me to add background stuff. Like layers in Photoshop.

Anyway, I know my poem, For you, Princess, by heart now. I learned poetry can be read in different ways. One’s recorded voice is different from what we hear when we are just talking.

I used my iPad Air and the Dictaphone App and WavePad on my iMac.

It was fun to do so I’ll be doing this kind of stuff more often.

This is for you, Milord by Princess

Burning slowly, a languishing candle, 
I feel the want. 
If only you could be here. 

Every second feels like a raindrop
Shatter on my skin.
I miss you. 

I still feel your hands, 
Kneading my body.
Till I go mad from 
Passion, 
Pleasure and 
Endless love. 

My soul screams,
Swears,
That nothing else exists 
Except you and me.

You are my God.
I adore you, 
Every day more and more.
 
I need you so much.

My lips still taste
The passionate kisses. 
They crave more,
Much more.

I miss you.

Candle

Another love poem for Princess

I miss her.
Yeah, I miss Princess.

You know, holding hands.
The touching and kissing.
You know,
Those simple things
Lovers do.

Princess’s arms, a safe harbor.
A shelter.
Feeling safe.
Soothed.
Trusted.

Loved and wanted.
Needed too.

Finally arrived.
At my destiny.
Princess’s arms.

I miss the leisurely fucking.
The lovemaking.
Her moans.
Give me pain, Milord.
Ah, that feels good.
But…
More please, Milord.
I am yours.
I always will be
Yours.

Her shivering body.
When she comes.
And comes.
Abundantly offering
Herself to me.

I miss the nights.
With you, Princess.
Drifting and holding.
Dozing and dreaming.
Waking up with you.
Next to you.

Yes, I miss you, Princess.
I miss you because
Without you I am
Merely nothing.

Princess is my
Heartbeat.
My oxygen.
My soul.
My life.

For whom I
Was born for.

We are one.
Princess and I.

Yeah Princess. You and me.

Leaf

Gift by Princess

More than I ever wished and wanted, even in my wildest dreams, You give me.

What I needed lay hidden under a layer of fog on a shadowy secret place. Far away from the consciousness and traditions of my soul.
Yet You found it.

You read my deepest desires and passions, so carefully tucked away I thought, in my eyes when we had barely met.

Guide me. You know what I need and You help me surpass myself.
Lead me as You pulverize my demons and caress my angels.

When I kneel for You and offer You my collar as a token of my complete submission there is only our symphony.
There is only You and me.

(c)Princess, 2014

Opal Coast - long exposure. 20" - 24mm/f22
Opal Coast – long exposure.
20″ – 24mm/f22

I Give You My Heart, Princess #ASMSG #poetry #poem

My heart feels
Like it’s covered
Under a veil.
Not a black or a
Red one.
Not even
Joyful yellow
For that matter.

It simply is
A colourless one.

Merely a thin mist.
So very fragile.
Early morning
Fog alike.

You are
Unreachable far
From me,
Princess.

I cannot touch
You.
Not with my
Breath.
Or with my
Fingers,
Lips
Or
Kisses.

Yet I know
You feel
My soul,
My love,
As I feel
Yours
In each
Of my
Heartbeats,
Princess

Fern

Last Night by Franco Bolli

Last night
I screamed your name.
In vain it was.

My hands sliding
Over the cold bed linen.
My fingers
Searching for you
In the empty space
Enveloping me.
My vision
Impaired by darkness.

I whispered your name
Last night.
In a dream it was.
I could feel your body
And the warmth of
Your soft skin
Burning,
Fuelling my
Heartbeat.

Yes,  I screamed
Your name out loud.
In the middle of
The night it was.
Yesterday, and the
Day before.
Tomorrow too,
I’m sure.

Till you return
And fill up again
The emptiness
I live in
With your Love,
Princess.

Nikon + Skywatcher 130/650

Nikon + Skywatcher 130/650