Poetry

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!

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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

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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.

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.

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.”