Folding crumpled dreams into paper boats:
you launch them upon a river of tears.
And following the route anger promotes:
you watch as the last of them disappears.
It's time for you to gather up your thoughts
and allow doubts and fears to drift away.
Go ahead and cry; humans aren't robots:
we suffer anxiety every day.
Confetti the wind with tomorrow's dreams,
and encourage them to take wing and fly.
For change is not as scary as it seems,
and the truth's better than living a lie.
There's no future in being someone's toy:
unlike lust, love is the real McCoy.
Bluebells carpeting a shaded wood.
Reading a well written book.
A live band playing all their hits.
all bring joy, The real McCoy.
Holidays in far off lands.
Making party plans .
Meeting up with the one you love.
These all bring joy, The real McCoy
A babe in arms.
A puppy dog.
A kitten with a ball of string.
Simple joys, The real McCoy
A winning bet.
A nice pay rise.
A lottery winning line.
Its all true joy, The real McCoy
No more wars.
Or politics.
Just living life for life's sake
This is joy, The real McCoy
This world is full war and strife
Ignore it live your life
Let others stress and scream and shout
I'm just going to enjoy this life
Signed Mr R McCoy ***
The Real McCoy
Androids Humanoid- Robotic Robots
Feel them- touch them- real life fembots
Soulless secretions a monster metallic
A copy completion approaching organic
Interacting in all moods they are set to please
Sub servant or vampish programmed to tease
Favoured by lust as love turns into dust
A bodacious bust that someday will rust
Providing human like- company for men
Discard them-Leave them- again and again
Love in a box the new carnal cosmetic clocks
She shakes and she rocks and even dirty talks
Hearts made of steel- don’t get broken
Yours for the picking- Destiny has spoken
She strikes a pose as you take off her clothes
No need for a rose as you undress and expose
Alas for us ladies the future is bleak
Emotions are replaced- no more to speak
A disheartened Delilah a gratifying Lady Godiva
Unleashing a metal messiah a pandemic pariah.
Aug.24.2017
Collab with a dear friend from down under...(((Maria Williams)))
Thank you, Maria, for your exchange of words and poetic dance...it was great fun to collab with you...let's do it again soon...
There was an American laddie named McCoy,
his inventions the steam locomotives joy,
although the powers to be drank to his health,
made sure he didn’t share in their wealth.
© Harry J Horsman 2012