Category: Poetry

Join me and my imaginary monkey, On a wild ride into Poetry. Uncover the secrets of its allure, And find out why it holds such power. So take a leap and join us, On our outrageous voyage of discovery. Into the wondrous world of Poetry.

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Flying Poetry

Monkey Mate & Dopamine

Monkey Mate
Monkey Mate – Midjourney

The sky is my stage, my craft my stagecoach,
I soar above the clouds, a drunken paradox.
My monkey mate by my side, a faithful co-pilot,
Together we navigate the skies, we take off and we fly.

Dopamine, my companion, my guide on this flight,
It signals reward, my mind in a heightened state.
It plays a complex role, but expectation is key,
Just like a paycheck, or the song of an ice cream truck, it sets me free.

Classical conditioning, a lesson learned in the past,
Ivan Pavlov’s dogs salivated, their reaction unsurpassed.
A bell ringing, a signal for a treat to come,
My monkey mate and I, we too are conditioned, our journey has begun.

But dopamine is not just pleasure, it’s also stress,
It’s a neural transmitter that shapes movement and memory, I must confess.
My monkey mate and I, we expect the reward,
A sip of juice, a sip of whiskey, our relationship never to be ignored.

We fly above the clouds, with dopamine as our guide,
Our minds in a heightened state, our senses open wide.
We are the drunken pilots, with monkey mates by our side,
We soar through the skies, our journey never to collide.

My dopaminergic neurons fire, my monkey mate by my side,
We expect the reward, and together we’ll glide.
Through the clouds, through the skies, our journey never ends,
With dopamine as our guide, and monkey mates as our friends.

Inspired by… Dopamine: More than just reward

Monkey Mates and Dopamine

So, a group of monkeys were hanging out in the jungle one day, chatting about their love lives. One particularly amorous monkey was bragging about how many mates he had, when suddenly a pilot crashed his plane nearby.

The monkeys rushed over to see if the pilot was okay, and they found him stumbling around, clearly drunk. One of the monkeys, feeling a bit mischievous, snatched a bottle of booze from the pilot’s hand and took a swig.

Suddenly, the monkey’s brain was flooded with dopamine, and he felt a rush of pleasure unlike anything he had ever experienced. From that moment on, he couldn’t stop thinking about that sweet, sweet dopamine hit, and he spent all his time trying to get his paws on more booze.

The other monkeys just shook their heads and said, “Looks like someone’s got a new mate!”

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Poetry

Unlock Your Full Potential with Verbal Masturbation: The Art of Self-Love

Verbal Masturbation
Verbal Masturbation – Midjourney

As a pilot, I thought I had seen it all. But on this particular day, I was feeling lost and unsure of myself. I couldn’t remember the directions to my destination, and I couldn’t find my map anywhere in the cockpit. That’s when I remembered the poem I had read about “verbal masturbation.” I thought, “Why not give it a try? Maybe it will make me feel more confident.”

So, I started talking to myself out loud, telling myself how great of a pilot I was and how I had flown through much worse situations than this. I talked and talked, and my ego grew bigger and bigger with each passing moment. I felt like I was on top of the world, as if I could fly anywhere I wanted.

As I indulged in verbal masturbation, I suddenly realized that I had flown right to my destination. I couldn’t believe it! I landed the plane and got out, still feeling pretty good about myself. The passengers and crew looked at me with awe and respect, and I knew that it was all thanks to my little trick.

From that day on, I made it a habit to use verbal masturbation every time I flew. I talked about myself and my flying skills all the time, and everyone was impressed by my confidence and swagger. Even when I didn’t know where I was flying, I pretended that I did and talked about how great I was at navigating through the skies.

In the end, I never did find my map, but I didn’t need it anymore. I had discovered the power of verbal masturbation, and it was all I needed to boost my self-esteem and make myself feel like a king of the skies.

Verbal Masturbation: The Art of Self-Love

Verbal masturbation, the self-love cure,
For feeling unfulfilled, for feeling unsure,
A way to boost your self-esteem,
And make yourself feel like a king or queen.

It’s the act of talking about yourself,
In a way that makes you feel like no one else,
Go ahead and indulge, let your ego soar,
Verbal masturbation, what’s not to adore?

It’s self-gratification, through words so true,
A way to stroke your own ego, and feel brand new.
Who doesn’t love a good ego boost,
We all have moments, when we need that oomph.

But the benefits don’t stop there,
Impress others, and make them stare,
Talk about your accomplishments and places you’ve been,
People will hang on every word, and it’s not hard to win.

In social situations, fill those awkward silences,
Talk about yourself, and watch the magic happen,
Verbal masturbation, it’s the way to go,
Your ego will thank you, and so will your flow.

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Health Poetry

Productivity Overdrive

Productivity Overdrive
Productivity Overdrive – Photo by Franz Harvin Aceituna on Unsplash

Are you ready to kick your productivity into high gear? Look no further than Productivity Overdrive – the turbo boost your to-do list needs to get it into fifth gear and leave procrastination in the dust.

Productivity Overdrive

Driving a stick shift, a skill we all possess

But when was the last time we used it, I confess

We’re all writers at heart, crafting our art

Analogies and flow, it’s all a part

Productivity Overdrive, a term

I invented But it’s not really important, just try to be content

It’s flow, that feeling when words flow out

Like running ten miles without a doubt

Or starting a doodle and finishing it too

All without noticing, now that’s something new

To get to this flow, we must switch gears

From low to high, it’s all in our fears

First gear is the hardest, but it gets us going

It won’t take us far, but it’s the start of the showing

Writing just 250 words a day may seem small

But it’s the gateway to flow, and that’s all

The five-second rule can help us get started

Counting backwards from five, it’s not too complicated

Once we’re rolling, we must keep the momentum going

Deadlines and schedules, we must keep them showing

Third gear is where we find our groove

Optimizing our time, we must constantly improve

Fourth gear is when we pick up speed

And finally in fifth, we reach our max indeed

But don’t get stuck in any one gear

Keep switching and adapting, it’s all very clear

Productivity Overdrive, a state we all crave

But it’s the journey to get there, that we must savor and save

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Inspired by Stuart Danker

The Pitfalls

It’s easy to get caught up in the hype of productivity overdrive, always striving for more, faster, better. But we must also remember to take a step back and ask ourselves: what are we truly trying to accomplish?

Are we prioritizing quantity over quality, or sacrificing our well-being for the sake of productivity?

By finding a healthy balance and redefining what it means to be productive, we can achieve our goals without burning out in the process. So let’s shift out of overdrive and into a more sustainable gear, and enjoy the ride.

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Poetry

Broken Pieces…

Broken Pieces
Broken Pieces – Photo by Roman on Unsplash

Today we’re taking flight with a poetic masterpiece that will leave you breathless – Broken Pieces.

This heart-wrenching poem tells the story of a love triangle gone wrong, as Jane finds her heart shattered into a million pieces by a heartless love interest. But don’t be fooled by the title – Broken Pieces is not just a tale of sorrow and despair. It’s a witty and exciting journey that will have you laughing and crying in equal measure. So fasten your seatbelts and hold on tight, as we take a turbulent ride through the ups and downs of love and heartbreak.

This poem is not for the faint of heart, but for those brave enough to face the broken pieces, the reward is a journey through the depths of human emotion and the triumph of the human spirit. Are you ready to take the plunge? Then let’s soar into the wild blue yonder together!

Broken Pieces

Up in the sky, flying high with my monkey friend
Over the beautiful island of Tahiti we pretend

We used to sit on the bench of my village school
You’d tell me, Jane, ‘you’re beautiful,’ oh so cool

You always took care of me
I was proud to be with you, you see

But then one day a new girl came to school
You looked at her like a fool

You rented out your heart and didn’t pay the rent
Ignored all the signals I sent

It was as if you’d never seen a girl before
With her curves and curls, she showed such attitude and more

You made her your destiny
I’m no lawyer, so I couldn’t fight for me

You broke my heart into tiny pieces
I don’t like these kinds of heartless species

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Inspired by LITERATURE WORLD

Ah, broken pieces. How fascinating they are. Like a shattered mirror, each fragment reveals a distorted reflection of the whole. But if we focus too much on the pieces, we risk losing sight of the bigger picture. Perhaps it is not the heart that is broken, but our perception of love that is shattered into a million fragments. And just like with a broken mirror, we have the power to pick up the pieces and create a new, more beautiful image. So let us not lament over the broken pieces, but instead embrace the opportunity to create something new and magnificent.

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Poetry

Sydney Poem: Up in the Sky, Flying High with My Monkey Friend

Sydney
Sydney – Photo by Jamie Davies on Unsplash

Sydney: Up in the Sky, Flying High with My Monkey Friend

Up in the sky, flying high with my monkey friend. Off to Sydney we go, for the school holidays to spend

Our kids are with us, so excited and full of cheer. They can’t wait to see all that Sydney has to offer this year

We’ll take them to the beach and let them play in the sand. Maybe even go for a swim, if they’re brave enough to take a stand

We’ll show them the Opera House and all the sights to see. Take a ferry ride across the harbour, just them and you and me

We’ll eat at all the best restaurants and try new foods. Maybe even go to a show or two, if we’re in the mood

But for now, we’ll just sit back and enjoy the ride Drunk pilot and monkey friend, side by side

Off to Sydney we go, for a holiday we won’t forget With our kids by our side, we’ll make memories we won’t regret

Drunk Pilot.

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From Sydney As the wife of the drunk pilot

I have to say that this poem really hits home for me. My husband is always dragging our children off to Sydney, or wherever else his adventures may take him, pretending that he’s some kind of fearless adventurer with his imaginary monkey by his side. It’s exhausting, and I can’t help but feel left behind.

Sure, I’m happy that our kids get to experience all of the amazing things that Sydney has to offer, but it’s hard not to feel jealous when they get to go on these trips without me. And let’s not even get started on the fact that my husband is always drunk when he’s flying. It’s reckless and irresponsible, and I worry about their safety every time they take off.

Overall, I would say that this poem is a fun and whimsical look at a family adventure in Sydney, but it definitely hits a little too close to home for me. I just wish that my husband would consider staying home and spending some quality time with our family instead of constantly running off with his monkey friend.

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Poetry

Monkey Fart Chaos in the Cockpit, Inspires Poem

Monkey Fart
Monkey Fart – DALL·E 2

There was once a monkey who loved to fly with his pilot friend. But one day, as they were soaring through the skies, the monkey let out a loud fart.

The pilot, who had had a few too many drinks, was completely disoriented and thought it was the engine that had malfunctioned. Panicked, he pulled out the emergency manual and started flipping through it, trying to figure out what to do.

Meanwhile, the monkey sat there with a smug look on its face, relishing in the pandemonium it had caused with its monkey fart.

As the pilot frantically tried to find a solution, the monkey leaned over and whispered in its ear, “Don’t worry, I’ve got this. Just follow my lead.”

And with that, the monkey grabbed the controls and expertly landed the plane safely on the ground, all while wafting them through the lingering monkey fart.

The pilot was embarrassed and ashamed that he had let a monkey save the day. But the monkey just chuckled and patted him on the back. “Don’t worry, old friend. We all have a little gas every now and then.”

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Inspired Poem: Monkey Fart

There was a monkey who loved to fly
With his pilot friend up in the sky
But one day, as they soared through the air
The monkey let out a loud fart, causing a scare

The pilot, who had had a bit too much to drink
Was disoriented and couldn’t even think
He grabbed the manual, flipping through the pages
Trying to figure out what to do in this monkey fart frenzy rage

The monkey just sat, with a smug look on its face
Enjoying the chaos it had put in its place
The pilot tried hard to find a solution
But the monkey whispered, “Don’t worry, I’ve got this resolution”

With a pat on the back, the monkey grabbed the controls
And expertly landed the plane, fulfilling its role
The pilot was embarrassed, ashamed at the monkey’s feat
But the monkey just chuckled, “We all have a little gas to emit, even a monkey fart”

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Poetry

A Drunk Pilot Whispers in the Wind

Drunk Pilot
Drunk Pilot – Photo by History in HD on Unsplash

A Drunk Pilot Whispers in the Wind

My head spins round and round on high
As I command this drunken flight
But once, long ago, I too would sigh
At rainbows in the sky’s delight

Yet now I am a pilot, inebriated
No longer just a dreaming youth
My life is filled with joys that are debated
As I soar through the clouds, uncouth

But even as I stumble through the air
I cannot help but feel a sense of cheer
For though I am a man now, impaired
The child in me is still very near

So let me fly, despite my state
For in this moment, I am free
And when I grow old, let me relate
The tales of my wild youth, with glee

Drunk Pilot.

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Inspired by William Wadsworth as published on dancingalone530.com

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Drunk Pilot’s Monkey Friend

“I, a highly evolved monkey, have the pleasure of joining the pilot on more than one of his wild flights. Despite his inebriated state, he soars through the clouds with grace and a sense of childlike wonder. I was thoroughly entertained by his tales of youth and freedom, and couldn’t help but feel a sense of cheer as I swung from the cockpit’s rafters. The drunk pilot is a skilled and humorous pilot and provides a thrilling and unforgettable experience.

I highly recommend a ride with this talented individual. The drunk pilot’s antics kept me on the edge of my seat as he expertly navigated through the air. His laughter filled the cockpit and I couldn’t help but join in. The freedom and joy that the pilot exuded was contagious and I was grateful to have the opportunity to fly with him. I will never forget the wild ride with the drunk pilot and would eagerly hop on another flight with him in a heartbeat.”