THE SADDEST PART OF DEATH

~THE SADDEST PART OF DEATH~

Even while life plays its role

Death waits at a corner of jealousy

Waiting to roll.

The life we live today explains nothing

As we grow

Death comes in many shapes and forms

You could hardly tell his nature

Yet dying an infant still has nothing

To be compared to dying a year after birth.

The saddest part of death is not dying a day after birth

The saddest part of death is not dying hungry

The saddest part of death is not dying

Neither a pauper nor a mad man

Neither is it being drowned

Nor burn into ashes.

Death is living, and living is dying

The saddest part of death is not being

Hanged on a tree

Not suffocating to one’s last breath

But being dead in any of these ways

Without a corpse to bury.

Leaving without a last smile

For families and friends to cherish.

---Fampah Coyish---

© By Fampah Coyish-Awoken By Poems 2014

SUFFERING WAS GOOD

~ SUFFERING WAS GOOD~

It cannot be the defeat that was great

It has not been the happiness

That has grown to fly.

Since you left I always cry

Not because I suffered the pain

For suffering was good.

How bad would it have been,

If I had not suffered?

For then I had seen my field of playing

Known my strengths and weakness

Identified my capabilities.

Suffering is good, only if

It will bring good

What good would it have been

If I had not suffered?

---Fampah Coyish---

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© By Fampah Coyish-Awoken By Poems 2013

WHO AT ALL-WHO?

~WHO AT ALL-WHO?~

 Will we and the entire earth be caught in amazement?

That alas the monster has finally departed?

Will the whole heavens swell up with jubilation?

That finally-finally the claws of hell has broken

And gone blunt?

Who will mourn the wicked, if he be dead?

Who will mourn the ungrateful-the backbiter

The dealer of darkness?

Will there ever be rooms in the heart of the benevolent?

An empty one of course.

Will there ever be humanity in humans when the

Wicked finally-finally departs the lands of the living?

Sometimes I wonder; how every soul praises

The good departed ones and hearts

How all good words and songs mixed with sweet saliva,

Are sung to fill their caskets.

Sometimes I ask myself;

Will there ever be a tad of these lines

A leftover of these sweet praises for

The wicked departed ones and hearts?

Will there ever be?

Will reservations be made for them when we finally-finally

Reckon that not all hearts are good?

Will we still sing our honey coated eulogies?

When we realise that, or will our

Praises burn out into ashes in our mouths?

And all our good perspectives and intentions breakdown into dust?

Will our sweet saliva be swallowed or shall we spit away?

But who at all will mourn the wicked?

Is it the poor whom he took away his nothingness?

Or will it be the weak whom he bullied?

The rich whom he stole from nor

The kind-hearted whom he paid dearly

With ungratefulness-

Who at all will mourn him-who?

---Fampah Coyish---

© By Fampah Coyish-Awoken By Poems 2014

AS HEAVEN WAITS

~AS HEAVEN WAITS~

We cry heaven must wait-

Heaven must wait, because we fear

The blazing sight of hell

Yet we do worst each day we’re spared.

We cry for wealth-make us wealthier

Yet in our wealthiest we do

Grievously each day

By stealing the poor and needy.

We flap our wings of wealth to the world

To display like an eagle

But its eyes we have refused to borrow.

Cause we don’t see the use of its eyes

That could notice the tiniest

Struggling creatures to help-

As we flap our wealth to display

Our earthly glories and beauties.

We are blind as an owl,

Who only waits till night

To scare and devour the struggling,

The helpless and afflicted.

We don’t have mercy, like jackals we

Cause pain while laughing.

Our hearts are puffed up with pride-

Our hearts are strong,

Its strength is like a speed steel

So hardened and tempered

That there is no room

For the exercising of forgiveness.

But as we cry for Heaven to wait

Let us remember that Hell his brother

Shall also be waiting.

---Fampah Coyish---

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© By Fampah Coyish-Awoken By Poems 2014

ENSNARED BY POETRY

~ENSNARED BY POETRY~

Am trapped in this poetic world

Shackles on my feet, I can’t run away

Eyes fastened by diction, I can’t find a way

Am ensnared by Poetry and its seen in written word

I am daily being swallowed in, in the infinite deep of this passion

Holding me so, in ever tightening rings and in refrain

I find myself rhyming, and am afraid I can’t let go, just simply drawn

Am sucked in, deep, past, reachable marks known

And they say we are just infected

That such passion will ever leave us transcended

In things particular and resented

That life can’t hold us in such habits repeated

That if we don’t give up and have poetry repented

We will remain outsiders ever discriminated

Daily lashes on my soft brains

I can’t stand it yet I can’t refrain

Maybe I’m an addicted slave

I hate to rhyme but I’m ensnared, and just a slave

I’m in chains and I need a change-

An inspiration to inspire my liberation

Yet chances look slim.

My world is too dark,

No light of happiness, always cuffed to the quill.

I’m sick and tired of the pains of wanting my words to prill

Whiles the tattoo of my pain always comes to patrol

From a faraway land out of the boundaries of my soul.

My agonies embedded on my heart-I’m enslaved

I’m stuck behind these poetic bars

Always harvesting regrets of birth in my sad plantations

Yet hoping to find a story that could get the most suitable

Lines that could be sung as praises

For my bravery during my torturing times.

Branded “Poet” on my skins, I can’t escape-

People will find me, send me back

To my copious emotions for ransoms for I’m tagged.

Wrists tied to ankles with chains of pun, it’s impossible to break loose

Even though with a strength, as much as Zeus’

I’m ensnared by poetry, just a slave, so till the end of my life

I will endure!

---Ronald K. Ssekajja, Fampah Coyish---

© By Fampah Coyish, Ronald K Socratise Ssekajja-Awoken By Poems 2014

A GENTLEMAN

~A GENTLEMAN~

I opened the door for Anna

Anytime I wrong her I go like; hey I’m sorry please

I wiped my sweaty face with my white sleeve

While under my umbrella she walks with ease.

You call me a fool

But hey no, don’t say that

For I have my reasons

I’m just trying to be a gentle man.

I know dad calls me a fool for he says I’m crude

Yes but at times he calls me good

Well, I know but I just want to be a gentle man.

He says it not anything someone could buy

Nor a property to inherit

But you know,

Jane said I could be, even though I’m crude

And that it’s just a matter of time

No need to go to school.

For she will scoop my coarseness away

And like bam!

The gentle man I want to be I will be.

---Fampah Coyish---

© By Fampah Coyish-Awoken By Poems 2014

I FEEL FOR YOU MAMA

~I FEEL FOR YOU MAMA~

Has the aroma of the unfinished bread

Put you to sleep?

Has the firewood burn out into ashes?

What about the charcoal?

I wonder if you could ever bake your own bread

And share equally among your offspring.

Wake up Mama and look at me hungry in rags.

Have the mercy and utilize

What my bastard dad left me.

Don’t be fooled by friends

For they might not be as fortunate as you

So would want you to be in same level as them.

The oven has gone cold-

Yet we need to bake.

Why can’t you make up your mind

And change the faulty ovens?

But would always want to give it

Another try while you know in your hearts,

The ovens cannot bake the bread of development;

Of which your children are waiting

To feast upon with a hungry relish.

Who is brain washing you Mama,

That the oven is doing well?

Have you forgotten your words that;

If a mother knows the use of her breast milk

Her children may never suffer?

I weep for you Mama

Because being so rich, yet you lack

The eyes to look around and see.

Always that naive slut

 Hovering about potbellied men

With briefcases making news in town

Yet we still have less to depend on

Because you strike poor bargains

Before every shag.

You give in too much

And always left with little to care for.

I cry for you, instead of myself.

I pity you mother

Cause I’m been scorn by strangers

For your acts-they entirely mistake me for an animal!

Even though Odomankoma has built me to last.

They call me names

But yes! I bear with those fools somewhat!

Because my mother upon all the oil she has

And all the left over minerals

My bastard father left us

Has no clue of how to bake her own bread with.

But I will keep on crying, changing pitch

Till you hear me out and act.

For it is only when the mouth has got enough to chew

That some spreads into the beard.

---Fampah Coyish---

© By Fampah Coyish-Awoken By Poems 2014

WHERE I BELONG

~WHERE I BELONG~

I don’t want to be here again

I don’t want to come back here again

Cause my life is full of miseries

And why should I come back here again

When I get the best of chances in life

And I’m gone

Gone back to where I belong again

I shall…

I think be the happiest man on that fateless land

For I am on my best in life now

Straightening the crooked in life

And oh, oh…

My love I will be very-very sorry

For it will because you pain

Heartbreak and weakness in your bones

 But let me oh!

Let me go!

To where I belong in peace

For that’s where I must belong

But cease not praying

Keep asking for a better place

Till your time expires.

---Fampah Coyish---

© By Fampah Coyish-Awoken By Poems 2014

MERCILESS YOU

~ MECILESS YOU~

The dark night has left an

Indelible mark on my mind

It has affected me behaviourally.

I’m changed, I’m different

From my old shadow.

I feel so shallow,

So each day I worry.

I need my blood

Give me back my blood-

Why must I be loosed from myself

Just to live to believe the future

Will appreciate me?

This new blood rushing through

My vein is killing me to death.

Whether it was from a robber, or one angry beast

I have no earthly idea!

My old self was sober and calm

Oh, how wicked you are!

How wicked pains you have cause me

How could you do this to me?

Merciless Anemia!

See how still you have made me

How happy I was with my former self

But now I can’t see myself

As I look into the mirror-

All I see is a weird man wearing my looks.

---Fampah Coyish---

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© By Fampah Coyish-Awoken By Poems 2013