Fresh [Sexual Fiverse: Poem of Five Lines]


Your flesh

Lips to cunt

Fragrant as the rose

Taste after eyes I close

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The Off Grid Life

the off-grid life.

untied from the shackles of strife,

2017, the modern existence,

getting on the property ladder, how does anyone have a chance?
20, 25 or 30, forced to work to pay every bill,

going to work all hours, struggling to find a way, a life against our will,

needing the money from any form of work, mostly unprogressive, unhappy 
life passing by, frustrating, anger, decreasing self-worth, causing individuals to be snappy

unfulfilled, potentials are not met, working a job all day, unable to progress,

money is the key factor, for bills to be met, let me digress.

often they still aren't causing pain and suffering, stress and depression,

homelessness is rife through the country, a feeling of regression,

a feeling of being stuck, how to retrain and improve your careers?
speak to friends or family and the same conversation, doubts, and fears
if only another option was available,

one that was accepted and not just for the vulnerable,

the homeless, the people with nothing,

but how is this existence different? it is truly crushing,

once you can see that your life is consumed with working for money,

the soul has passed, your energy too, it can get so hard it's not even funny,

but who understands? in the face of consumerism, higher purchase, loans, and debt,

who is living a life, truly satisfied, and their dreams are met?

Not all people living off-grid are rich in cash!
but they aim for other needs; security in food & energy, it's worth a bash,


a growing transition for many people too,

it's not just for the hippies, the spiritual, it's for people like me and you,

think about it for a moment or two...

who would you be without your car, house and your possessions?
is that person you portray the real you? or do you blend in so people don't ask questions?
are you honest with your family and friends?

or do you sit behind a desk wishing it would end?
there is a wealth of knowledge of old traditions,

from a time when they lived without these conditions,

the conditions of social media, advertising, marketing ads or vlogs

when screen time didn't consume every waking hour, and children were fascinated with tadpoles transforming into frogs.

hours spent outside, climbing trees, playing at the park,

not allowed home unless it was tea time or had gotten dark.


a shift is happening, ecotherapy, wild schooling, bushcraft, and hikes,

forest schooling, homeschooling, people walking and out on their bikes,

scientists are noticing the effects on children's behaviors, reduced health issues,

ADHD,  also a boost in self-awareness, positivity, confidence and mental health issues

is it easier to sit a child down to hours in front of the tv, or ipad?

than it is to spend a few hours playing down the park with dad?

or baking a cake with mum, the importance of these skills are being misplaced,

in this consumerism world, with employees a number, in a life so fast-paced.


Off-grid living, the communities hidden away,

all they want is a parcel of land to look after their needs, but hey,

that's not possible, 'cause where will the local council get their tax,

with the community, living off the land, growing food and chopping wood with an axe,

the need and usage of government-owned services would become minute,

living simply and within your skills of the land, renewables used, an abundance of fruit,

food preserved in many forms, jams and chutneys, frozen meat,

enough food to last year-round to survive through winter, or in the heat,

the food produced off the land, tending the garden, and grown for nutrition,

the most important for life and health also said to aid in remission.

off grid homesteaders, don't need to take the flack,

with health as the focus, working outdoors to provide, lowering the need for prozac,
comments from shallow minded people need not be said,

the power of community, working together, I want to spread,

to include children in the transition, of conserving nature and our wildlife,


the tranquil setting amongst the seasons, watching the stars, that's my type of nightlife.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

This is my first time sharing my poetry, (after a few friends encouraged me that I should) please be kind and send your thoughts.

Also all words are opinions of myself in the modern world that we live in. 

This is not meant to cause offense, harm, upset to anyone, and if it does please understand that is not my intention.


Many thanks,

One Missed Call

I think, today, I'm going to smash my phone with a hammer.
because everytime it goes off, I get a false sense of hope that it'll be you at the other end.

But you're not there,

you never are,

so instead of sitting here wishing upon stars,

I'll distroy the thing that causes me so much pain.

On second hand, maybe I'll wait until tomorrow...
you know...
incase you decide to call.  

Righting Wrongs

you're a hundred unfinished poems taking up space under my bed 


you're a million pictured memories collecting dust inside my head

you're the voice I hear singing in the dead still of the night

when everything is wrong, you're the only thing that's right. 

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Untitled Series

Nothing exciting about this read just me

pushing keys; if this was a typewritter

It'll run out of ink three times through out

the night (that's when I create my most

prolific writings)


Yesterday you should've heard me flow

the illest rhymes I ever spoke, "For Reals!"

ask my homeboy Bernardo, he was the

ONLY one there who witness my three

minute rhyme, it felt like five...

"Man I ain't no MC but I did Spitz Da

realest shit I EVER SPOKE!"


Best believe there was smoke in the air;

now decide whether this is tale of random

adventures like I'm at the gas station

about to exit all of sudden my boy Bernie

pulls up in his truck, "Que onda guey, pinche

Sergio, mi hermano," he says to me.

"Que tal pues?" I answered.

"Meet me at the park down the street, para

que you know un (wink)"


(The beginning sentences happened after

the second stanza of this marvelous write I

just started writing right now, it's my writing

sessions I give myself. Interesting!) 

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Practice makes perfect!

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Forever and........

Marriage ?
Forever and........

Fresh maid and English rose.

I doffed my cap !
And hitched my heart unto a star,
Entwined with broken thorn.
That what, with time, was sublime.
Though in the myriad of life
Didst not stand the test of time.
   Giajl © Jim Love 
Extract from the diaries of "Jock Love A Soldier & A Poet" : On the Road :   Hellenbach CFT 1986.
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Fresh and clean.

I love the way she smells after a shower
so fragrant fresh and clean
and how she sits there
in her dressing gown
brushing her long wet hair
until it dry's and gleams.

Her sweet perfume
fills the room
and sets my heart on fire
heightening my senses
and filling me with desire.

Peter Dome. copyright.2012.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

First pub. 2011.

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It's the color of life.
     My life,
          green grass.
     New life
          seed sprouts.
     Renewed life,
          tree leaves.
It's the color of envy
     My envy,
          of life.
     Your envy,
          of them.
     Everyone's envy
          of stuff.
It's the color of freshness
     My freshness
          clean clothes
     Their freshness
          dirty words
     Earth's freshness,
          new life.
It's the color of movement
     My movement,
          my future.
     Your movement,
          full ahead
     Someone's movement
          beyond reach.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Written 4/19/09.  April Challenge Day 16: color poem.

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