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Captured

 

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You have captured me

Against my better judgement?

Probably!

You’ve poisoned me with the kiss from your lips

You have captured me

You’ve kidnaped my soul and mixed it with yours

You have captured me

You’ve have blindfolded me and teased my senses

You have captured me

You’ve played beautiful mind games and won

You have captured me

You’ve bound me with silks, but that was just your way of having fun

You have captured me

You’ve fed me your love so that I don’t die of starvation and loneliness

You have captured me

And yet doors have been left open, but neither of us chooses to run

It appears I’ve captured you too!

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Dancing

slow_dancing

 

the evening is ending

the moon is high

the music plays soft

the lights are low

we are alone

these are the times

I’ve missed with you

“Dance with me,” you ask

Palm in palm we rise

my hands clasped your waist

yours around my neck

we moved slow and in unison

hips sway.

slowly eyes meet

bodies move in closer

our lips lock

tongues tease

buttons begin to be undone

a trail to bed we dance

neck kisses we share

As we continue to dance in unison

throughout the night

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What I am trying to say

I LOVE YOU

I wish I could eloquently express with words

How I feel about you

You deserve sonnets to written about you

By people who are masters  of lusciousness

you deserve prose like summer rain

that flows with ease into streams

you deserve more than my attempts of poems of

the spoken word

I want to write you wonderful lengthy verses

of how beautiful are, I want to express what you mean

to me

I want to show you off to the world, through words

but in all honestly you know that’s not me!

I don’t deal in ‘airy fairy’ expressions of the heart

I don’t need or want to dress up words that truthfully in the end

lose meaning, get lost in translation from thought to parchment

in truth why have twenty six words when three only really matter

What I am really trying to say to you is I LOVE YOU

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The Measurement of love

loveIs there a way to measure love?

Is there an accurate way to measure it?

Is there a special equation ?

Is it measured with a ruler?

Is weighed using scales?

is it measured in kisses?

is it measured by the fluid created from passion?

is it measured by the friction of our bodies?

is it measured by our temptation?

is it weighed by our desire?

is calculated by the hours we make love?

I think not, how can you measure love

But if love were to be measured

It would be by using our senses

Look see I have applied this special

equation to you

it is by

by the sight of your beauty,

times

by the sound of your Welsh soft lit,

times

by the touch of your body

times

by the smell of your passion filled scent

times

by the taste of your kisses

equals I have now have the measure of you

and the conclusion is I’m love

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No one but you

box lock

Take this thought and carry it with you always

my secret to no one but you

Take this sealed envelope and hide it in a secret place

it is my love letter to no one but you

Take this a box lined with velvet inside a  gift

inscribed with a message of affection to no one but you

Take my kisses and treasure them , they hold a thousand

songs I want to sing to no one but you

Take my body, every inch , every crease, and every impurity

it belongs to one but you

Take my soul when I die , carry it in your heart until we meet once more

because it will never belong to anyone else but you.

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My Beautiful J

swag

She hides behind her confidence

Behind her designer clothes

her Jimmy Choos and Chloe bag

She puts on her make up with perfection

not too much, not too little

she is flawless

confidence trails behind her being

if you are lucky you may just catch some in your hands

from this golden haired Goddess with the sapphire blue eyes

But strip her bare

until you can see into the

dark  parts of her soul

you witness the unhappiness that lurks from her past

her self-esteem had been abandoned

her image was distorted

her mind was broken

she kept its secret this thing that played and perverted her vision

she purged and expelled in secret locations

until it became an art form she could perform in any situation

the body broke along with her mind

one day they came and  took her away

they fixed  and restored her mind and spirit

she wasn’t left unscathed, it broke her heart, it can’t be fixed

it still beats, sometimes too slow, sometimes too fast

Although perfection nearly killed

confidence still trails behind

my beautiful  J

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Guide me

I have lost all sensesguide me 2

guide me

Set your map out before me

lead me across the passages and the outline of its planes

but allow me to rest a while and admire mamelon

Allow me to trace every nook and cranny

and me breathe in the redolence of its valleys

let me be in awe of its beauty

take me by the hand

and

lead me down the  path of the terrain

until I reach my destination and I am south

and I become lost again

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Reason’s, Seasons, and Lifetimes

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They say people come into your life for reason, a season or a lifetime

You are reason my for being

Fate brought you to me when I was drowning ,

You grasp me by the hand and held on tight,

I struggled in the depth but with your kisses you breathe  life into my body

Your presence is every season

You are my winter blanket; you protect me in my winter bleakness,

when my ruminations are dragged into the ice  where creature’s lurk waiting to feast on my thoughts

You are my spring you bring new life , you allow me to be reborn

You are the key that allows me to relive my youth in all its wonderment

You opened the box, that time had forgot, the one I had locked in all my precious memories

You are my  summer, holding  me in your warmth,

you are my lazy summer afternoons, your kisses quench my thirst

You are my autumn, with leaves golden that  remind me of the colour of your hair, you are

the orange amber fires that roar like the  passion you share with me

You are my lifetime.  you are my path I walk on , keeping my focus and away from harm

And yours is the image  when my  time on  this Earthly Plane is drawing to an end

your eyes, your smile and your beauty is  the last thing I want to see

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The ‘Talk’

door1she arrived, distraught in need of arms to hug

I held her

she cried  tears she’s needed to  Iet flow

I comforted her

she became composed and smiled and said “ I’m ok now, thanks for letting me stay.”

I smiled back and “ I couldn’t let you be on your own.” I replied

she kissed my forehead and said  “That’s for you be  you, for still caring.”

I sighed and said “I will always care for you.”

Her eyes then met mine, she knew my thoughts

I sighed again

We kissed …. (God I’ve missed her lips)

Fingers interlocked ,we raised , stood

moving towards the door , she  led me upstairs

I refrained

“I can’t do this do this to us, we still need to talk. “ I said

She turned to me  and “ Well ,lets go talk ” she replied as she takes my hand once more

kicking closed the door shut behind her ….

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Thinking too much

finn dark thoughtsSome thinking is not good for me, dark thoughts are not good for me, but you know that

Too much thinking breaks me, but you know that

It takes me to places so dark, and I hate the dark, but you know that

I was trying to recall how long I have been skipping between the shadows

It seems like  an age, but you know that

I was thinking about my father today, about my chiIdhood,

his absence and his presence  , how it’s still so painful , but you know that

How I have nightmares and midnight panic’s about how I’m back there, but you know that

That why I do my thinking by the sea ,

I like the swell to carry my dark thoughts , but you know that

How I like to spill my fears and thoughts on the page, but you know that

I was thinking that if you were here you’d have your arms around me , protecting me from dark thoughts, that you’d banish them away like you always do, I know that.

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Early Morning conversation

My phone beepstext

Half asleep I reach out, stumbling for my phone

3:45 in the morning, it’s a text message from you ,

Your message read “R U awake?  I can’t sleep

Ring me if U R! “

I ring you back

You answer Hi your awake! I can’t sleep,

Yes I abruptly replied” I gathered” (well it is 3:45 in the morning!)

You go onto tell me you liked my poem

You agree we really do need to talk .

We arrange a date for this Sunday, time yet unsure

Then we continue to chat  a little more

You tell me how you’ve not been sleeping and how your mind wanders

You then enlighten me that’s it’s 1 month, 2 weeks, 6 days since we last had sex

It’s right about then  that I’m feeling a bit vexed

and  I’m struggling to find a reason why I adore you , but I do!  (well it is 3:45 in the morning!)

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Requistion's of love

reqI want you to know our love is worth fighting for

I want you to know we seriously need to talk

I want you to listen my requisitions as I’ve listed below

I no longer want our love to be captured in a letter to be kept in my pocket

I want kisses on my neck not a chain holding a picture of you in a locket

I cannot cope with the empty sentiments of love

I need your nakedness lying on top of my body

I need the purity of your heart kept in an exquisite box marked fragile

I want the rawness of love wrapped in a bow of beauty

I want  to whisper sweet commands in your ear in the stillness of the night

I want us to face the future whatever it may hold

I want you as my lover not my muse

I  want to go back to way things were once more

I want to stop going around in ever decreasing circles

I want all our fears to be banished away with the shadows

I want to walk tall down the same life path as you

Finally I want grow old with you

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Requistion’s of love

reqI want you to know our love is worth fighting for

I want you to know we seriously need to talk

I want you to listen my requisitions as I’ve listed below

I no longer want our love to be captured in a letter to be kept in my pocket

I want kisses on my neck not a chain holding a picture of you in a locket

I cannot cope with the empty sentiments of love

I need your nakedness lying on top of my body

I need the purity of your heart kept in an exquisite box marked fragile

I want the rawness of love wrapped in a bow of beauty

I want  to whisper sweet commands in your ear in the stillness of the night

I want us to face the future whatever it may hold

I want you as my lover not my muse

I  want to go back to way things were once more

I want to stop going around in ever decreasing circles

I want all our fears to be banished away with the shadows

I want to walk tall down the same life path as you

Finally I want grow old with you

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Venus in Jimmy Choo’s

roomHome from work much too early

Catching up on mundane chores of life

Fresh clean bedding is laid on the bed

I recollect  how we writhed around  in the crisp Egyptian cotton sheets

Like wild animals in an eloborate  mating dance

The scent of your shampoo still remains on your pillows

where you once lay your head

I  realised how orderly everything now is

Except the thoughts that keep invading my head

There’s too much room on the dresser where a melody of colours once lived

Abundance of  space now invades the wardrobe that was once ours and

Coat hangers now hang redundantly

Space in the draws where your lingerie resided

Room in the cupboards where  your

Handbags and Shoes use to que, once all in order of size and  height of heel

I remember how when we were preparing for a evening  of pleasure

The air would would thick with your fragrance

And out of the mist my Venus in Jimmy Choo’s would appear

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Green Eyed Monster

New person on the scene turns your headjel

All my hopes and thoughts of you and I are struck down dead

Dreams turn into nightmares which you don’t  know

and if you did would you care ?

Declarations however subtle of how I loved you

were spoken from the heart

But now they no longer speak

There is a wound so deep

I should be grown up and wish you well

But my green eyed monster stirs within me

and Shouts out loud ” I hope you die and go to Hell !”

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Fuck you..


Today  am furiousfuck you

Today you’ve push buttons I didn’t know I had

You write to me wanting  to hook up !

Are you fucking serious?

Today I am MAD

Did you know it  was 28 December 1994

We were out  having lunch and it’s when I saw you for the very last time

(well I was out , but for as  you  I really didn’t have fucking a clue!)

Ten years I hid your persona, hid our relationship

That’s  equals  521.77457 weeks  (I got that bit off google!)

Ten years of me unconditionally loving you

In hindsight you should have bought yourself  a fucking  poodle!

We waited patiently in the restaurant, with you fidgeting more and more

Then you nervously  stood as this  man entered the door

You introduced me to him

at the time  I couldn’t  remember his name, it could have been Jim

But just for the record  he ,” affectionately” became known as Mr Prick!

You then candidly told me you and him were an item

All I could think of was that you actually had intercourse with HIM!!

And for your next trick…

You then informed me that you were both getting married

On that note , without any further ado

With coat in hand off I hurried , with a boo hoo

Now fourteen years later

I heard he’s no longer in love with you

So it’s a case of see you alligator

You write and tell me you are now through

Again you don’t seem to give a shit what happen to me

Fucked up relationships, well I’ve had three

So no I haven’t exactly been singing and dancing from the rafters

Nope, I didn’t audition for fucking Glee!

But for your information I did eventually  meet someone

Who is one score younger than both you and me

So it’s not been all doom and gloom

She is beautiful and kind you see

Unlike you she has a heart so pure ,

As for your’s difficult to  find I am sure

Although me and her we’re not together anymore

We still love each other to infinity and beyond

(Thank you Light Buzz Year for your contribution to this poem)

It’s just that life keeps getting in the way , so if takes 10 years or 5 years

My door will always be ajar for her

However for you it is staying  firmly closed shut

But don’t forget what I said about considering getting a mutt!

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Missing someone

miss you

 

Today I am missing someone

Someone who gave me purpose to get up in the morning

and face the chores of the day

Someone who’s touch and kisses are now all too quickly

fading into sweet memories

Someone who’s  beauty  charmed me

and  kindness always  protected me from harm

Someone who’s love was my saviour

Today I am missing her

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