YOUR WORDS

~YOUR WORDS~

When my heart beat with fear,

When my soul grieved with sorrow,

Your words came

Giving me pleasure at leisure.

When tears rolled slowly down my cheeks

Separating sorrows from happiness

You gave me your words of assurance,

Releasing me from angst.

---Fampah Coyish---

© By Fampah Coyish-Awoken By Poems 2013

FIERY REFINEMENT

~FIERY REFINEMENT~

My face like an open book tells it all
My tattered clothes reads it all
My dissociated skin interprets it best.
Yet, The decisions remains the same;
I will still try to make my best
Even when my best seems worst
Better or not, finer or coarse
Crude or refined.
I will pull myself out with face high.

While others stampede
To prospect money and wealth.
To prospect these things not for their own security and luxury,
But for the maintenance of a personality-
Of a skink marble skin.

I shall bend like a forged iron
And Pour out my soul
For it worth it, than money and wealth.
For where my soul wants to be;
There, money and wealth abounds.

---Fampah Coyish---

© By Fampah Coyish-Awoken By Poems 2013

THE UNSAID THANK YOUS

~THE UNSAID THANK YOUS~

There is an account to be made

There are debts to be paid

The price is fat; it lies in our hearts in parts

The rubies that were never sold out,

Even after it has been bought

Though as rare rocks they are sought.

Could it be the price, of the customers, that was so unreasonable?

Or the vendor's stingy scowl, way unbearable?

What is left with a man, when his heart has difficulty in utterance?

Could it be our lips that are so slow?

Or perhaps our hearts that are too cold.

We find no rest when our heads are laid to rest

For our chest are swelled with unsaid thank yous

Which burdens our hearts at night

And darkens our days at noon

It wrestles against our conscience

And misinterprets our dreams

Giving us thousands of reasons to rationalise.

---Fampah Coyish

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© By Fampah Coyish-Awoken By Poems 2013

ENOUGH OF YOU

~ENOUGH OF YOU~

Enough is always enough but-

Your enough had not been my enough

I have had not enough from you at all

I have had much less of you and

Now I demand and deserve more than this

I needed much than this-

The moans, those and that feelings

I have not had enough of you.

I don’t think I am demanding

More than you can offer.

All you leave me with isn’t enough

I miss you anytime I look into the eyes of your

Photocopied selves and all I could hear is

Whistles-it’s strange

And your gleaming beauty no one could replace I see

Even behind mirrors, I still see you clearly

And that makes me sick.

I want more than just that, I wanted more than

You ever gave

More than time can offer.

The smiles, back scratching

The unending hugs and lips chewing

The lollipop sucking and vanilla licking

All the laughs

Oh!

But all you do is to put me in a fix

In a corner so tight and disappear

Leaving me all hanging alone.

You just come to tease me

I feel at times

And that is not what I want

You never stay longer, wait longer

Keep longer in all at all

I complain much but-Enough is all I beg for

That is what I want-All I want is just you

Not food, water, clothes, shoes, money or whatever!

I need enough of you!

For when I have you, enough of those things

You give on a diamond edge

Enough of you is just enough for me

So please give me enough of you when you come around

Even if it will be life taking

Just please try and give me enough.

                                                                       © By Fampah Coyish-Awoken By Poems 2014

OUR PRIDE

       

~OUR PRIDE~

Today is the day she said

As she took a bucket

Out of the bed.

I was confused I couldn't understand

Then said she, go have a look

If it isn't beautiful!

Could she be referring to the mourners?

For I could hear a noise outside.

But what could be so beautiful about mourning?

So went I and saw I

Something that caught my eyes

It could never be the curves

Nor the hips and waists

Neither could it have been the breast

But the beads!

I couldn't desist from that lovely dipo sight

These beads on their wrist and waists

Was really quite hard to resist.

Could it be because she said it does not rust?

Or because it has something special

My tribe’s men trust?

Nor because it was a special mothers treat?

But no matter!

I wasn't there for answers but;

To look if it isn't that beautiful.

With strict eyes I watched

One after the other

Dede pass with pride all over her body

Korkor’s feet trembling with pride

Mammles’s buttocks wobble with her pride

Akwele’s succulent breast bounced and vibrated

Seductively with pride in the midst of beautiful beads.

This is beautiful-I shouted!

Could it be the Stature?

Or the texture-or even the structure?

For mine innocent brain was so excited.

The load alone was one thing

Aside the beautiful colours they displayed.

As I looked I could see erected nipples

Peeping their ways at my direction

As if they wanted to ask me, are you yet ten?

I couldn't stand it for another minute

So with great enthusiasm I ran

Calling on my Mother’s name

Mother-Mother!-it is indeed beautiful

And I am proud of the colours.

---Fampah Coyish---

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© By Fampah Coyish-Awoken By Poems 2013