HOPES ON TIME

~HOPES ON TIME~

Your words hurt me than your love

I feel it in my bosom

Your laughter causes me much pain

Than your thrust.

Cry me an ocean-oh!

That is so mean but I’m used to that word

That I just can’t think of any other.

I love you than a bee loves it honey

Than a spider cherishes its web

Than Samson loved his dreadlocks

It’s just not the looks but

Every think just kills me.

But the pains are just too much to contain

I don’t know whether I can’t contain them

Or they just can’t afford me.

You bring out the best in me

Even when it comes to tears

It’s just perfect and purer than any fluid

So why can’t everything just be fine?

You are my bone-I’m shapeless without you

My blood, I’m frozen and made cold

Without you

But the pains you cause are too painful

To shut up!

I wish I could just make us perfect and happier.

Peace has ran but his golden shirt, he’s forgotten

So I still have hope, he’ll surely come for it

And when he finally arrives,

We shall tie him to us

And we shall be at peace once more.

---Fampah Coyish---

© By Fampah Coyish-Awoken By Poems 2014

GOSSIPS AND RUMOURS

~GOSSIPS AND RUMOURS~

Did you hear?

That the biggest tree in West Africa

Is the toothpick of the great god of Athens?

Eeeii! And that the world

Will soon be rolled like a sausage

And served to the great king of London?

I heard also that this world and it great rocks will

Be melted like an ice cream.

Hmmm… it wouldn’t be that easy for

That dude who will be doing that!

What do you think?

Well I think we should be thinking of ourselves

And how we are going to survive this

Chip implant thing

I fear that all humans will be made robots

Hahaaha! Funny you..

But really, I really do fear that stuff too-

Cause when reading the scriptures

In revelations, it was made mention there-

The mark of the beast.

 Cause whoever receives it not

Will not have access to medical care

Cannot buy or sell

And that begins the rapture and suffering.

They said they will implant it in the foreheads

Or the wrists of individuals.

Eeeeeeiiii, you and your hear says!

Well, I have to go now

We have gossiped a lot today

I need to go prepare dinner for the family

But let’s just pray that the Good Lord

Preserves our souls

For whether we like it or yes it will happen

And I learnt it will be terrible days.

---Fampah Coyish---

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© By Fampah Coyish-Awoken By Poems 2013

A BET WITH LUCIFER

A BET WITH LUCIFER

The whirls, whorls and wheels of my thumb

I gave away freely

In return for liberation from molten poverty.

Now the tossed coin hangs in the air.

In the balance of your inconceivable promises it hangs.

Harvesting your deeds in the autumn of the leaves.

You build for your pride a wall of slime.

The wall; a decorated semblance for your morals

You deceived me, you made me bet

Due to your honey coated words

You lied to me!

My wife cannot afford a cloth on her chest

And now you are crying for another stamp

Of my whorls.

It was a fifty-fifty deal and let’s be honest

You promised me honesty but-

Your promises were void

By them I now feel cloyed.

But trust me, I’ve grown wings and learned wisdom-

With my rotten teeth.

So stand not again on the podium of failure

For vile promises will never again sway sentiments.

For as the serpent crawls with deceit,

So your elephant pride will, with deceit bring.

Anytime I sit to calculate the profits,

I’m been caught as a culprit cause

Now you suck on my kids, suck on me

Suck on my friends and all the innocent.

My sun blacks out each night while

White angels come fight me in my own realm

Where is the defense and where is the fence?

But I shall wait till the last day

When you’ll come to us

In another manifestic tears.

And oh!

Wipe not our tears with your stained hands-

The hands that clapped when the tears begun.

For then we shall show you our thumbs

But never give away

Cause then our horns will fully be grown and hard.

---Fampah Coyish, Poet Drit Collins---

© By Fampah Coyish, Poet Drit Collins-Awoken By Poems 2014

IMPOSSIBLE!

IMPOSSIBLE!

My flesh is not my own

It’s for the termites

My life is not my own

I borrowed it from my maker

And would give it back in due time.

All I have is my soul

And if life would be kind enough

And wouldn’t make me probe

Deep beneath the hearts

That are actually not mine

Before I walk away

That would be much less painful.

For I have nothing now

Not even a heart

All I have is my soul, mine only soul

And I can’t give that too away

I will be left with nothing,

And live in the world of nothingness.

 The only valuable property I’m left with

And I’m sorry I cannot will it out

For it’s too valuable.

So go away with the one you have now

For it’s impossible!

Be content, for at least

I have given you my only heart

And it’s still beating even out of my chest.

---Fampah Coyish---

© By Fampah Coyish-Awoken By Poems 2014

GOLDEN FINGER

~GOLDEN FINGER~

I saw your golden finger each time

After my earthly linger

When life was harder and all I could

Do was to pull a trigger

It changed me, it saved me from-

All my bitterness that was hot as ginger.

Even when I felt guilty and

Was seen by myself as a stranger

It made me stronger.

It hooked me as I was left alone to

Fall by those who claimed they

Will always catch me when I am falling.

 I felt your golden finger.

I felt your golden finger-

As tears marathon down my cheeks

I felt the twitch as it entered my eye

In your course of wiping them.

It was so firm and looked much bigger.

It coated my rusty smile and made it brighter

I saw your golden finger and I am happier

Cause I saw it!

For it has made me valuable and stronger.

---Fampah Coyish---

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© By Fampah Coyish-Awoken By Poems 2014

DO ME A FAVOUR

~DO ME A FAVOUR~

Death often attends to those

Who least expect him

So I prepare with feast of expectancy

Each time waiting for him

So he will pass me by

But because he is inevitable

If by chance, he knocks on my door

Please do me a favour, and be honest.

Don’t come crying saying;

The world has lost a good man.

Never attempt reading lengthy Eulogies 

They will never bring me back to life.

So they will be weightless words and lies to my corpse.

And never tell the world in your course

I was a good man my entire life,

But whatever good you may say

Try to squeeze in the bad I did.

Never tell the world I was the worst

Man ever though!

But whatever bad thing you say of me,

Please chip in a fraction of  my good deeds.

Fear not, for to men you'll be seen unkind

But to my soul you will be remembered fair.

Remember  also and-

 Never be carried away with the 

Inscriptions to be carved on my tombstone.

Spice not my epitaph for-

Just raw words may suit me.

Remember my children-

Of how imperfect I was

Remind them of how I took

The deeds of men seriously, how fair I dealt

 With each one and how thankful I was to them-

And how grateful I was to God.

But whatever you say

If it may concern me as I lie

Please, do me a favour, and let it go like this;

This gentleman even as he lies gentle without a shoe,

Was a very good man but had

His very bad sides too.

---Fampah Coyish—

© By Fampah Coyish-Awoken By Poems 2014

RAIN

~RAIN~

Sometimes it starts with a bright weather

Other times with a rough weather

But most of all, it first gives a sign.

At times with a reason

And when it falls down too, it falls on each one.

You can’t hide from it

So try not to catch it drops

For you can’t understand its nature

You can’t see it shape and form so-

Reason not much of it taste.

Trying to see through a rain cloud is-

Impossible and useless, and a waste of time

But forgetting about its nature

And allowing it to pour on you could be worth it.

It mostly favours the poor

It is nice for them that cannot afford it

But not all of them

It seems impossible to destroy and repair nature

To them that are on the mountains and far off

So they collect theirs with baskets,

With aims of filling it to the brim.

Sometimes satisfaction of it

Could be just difficult like

Extracting sucked nectar from the nerves of a bee.

So in this rain I will sit drenched

Till my limbs feel numb

My teeth gnashes and I can hardly

Hear to interpret the rhythms of my heartbeat.

---Fampah Coyish---

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© By Fampah Coyish-Awoken By Poems 2014