DECEMBER JOY; JANUARY SORROW

I watched, gazed

I watched, gazed and gawked

As people hassled by in swift

Carrying goods of small and enormous sizes

Unusual heavy traffic congestion in freeways

What’s happening? Are we fleeing or?

I asked with so much amazing horror

“It’s December-meaning Christmas”

One said without any pause

Jingles, heavy shopping, carols, ebullient rejoicing

Lots of delicious tasty meals and much waste

New expensive clothes, toys, shoes, hair

All of which were bought or prepared

Carefully, professionally on money so little

And the rest falling as manners from borrowing

Occupying precious family moments with

Frail embellishment-little or no profit

The sunset of December will be gone and forgotten

Ending the parties, carols and buying

Followed by the down of fresh January

Laden with huge debts tears to pay

Hearts ached for loving and giving not done

When the pay cheque comes and collected

Spent swiftly on unpaid buying

Leaving little or none for family needs

January becomes as long as river Nile

Some go through the January sorrowful-pains

In short or mid are struggling recovered

Some go through the January sorrowful pains

In short or mid are poverty enshrouded

Children cries, marriage suffers, hopes crashed

If these are the kit and caboodle of Christmas

Even Christ would certainly not celebrate

---Joseph T. Elisha---

~MY ‘A’ CALL 14 As ~

You are Amphibological

So full of Amphibology

So slow down as your Amplitude Amplifies.

I smiled as I, in my looking for Amusements wrote.

I wrote

I wrote this beautiful Anecdote

In Anachronisms of my wasted life

Anesthetized by the night as it grew dawn yet

Anchoraging the stress in my heart

I wrote.

I yearn for an Ancilla

Who will Ancilliate me?

I am losing my Anamnesis

This Anguish is leaving me Anemic

Angular as I have become I wrote.

---Fampah Coyish---

© By Fampah Coyish-Awoken By Poems 2016

~WISHES TO MY SAIL WHEN AT SEA~

I sit to watch his demeanor

One that resembles that of a minor

Even though so much waxed in age

You could hardly tell from his playful nature

When amidst children.

He is slow to anger

Quiet when at hunger

His laughter beams brighter

Always on point even when on humour

He is a writer

An inspirer

A good singer

My very first piano teacher

My adviser

He will direct you like a compass

And often trap you in his vocabs

Like a hunter.

His smiles are so infectious and contagious

So hard to be cured like Ebola,

Never willing to miss a thing

So his lips he never rests

Till his doubts are settled

And questions digested.

He is my sail when at sea

My dreams he helps me see

So his advises in troubled times I seek

He is a brother, and a friend

He is Joseph T. Elisha

And as I say happy birthday

And all I meant to say is

May God bless you now and always.

---Fampah Coyish---

WHERE YOU STAND

The weight is too much

I cannot lift it all alone

But it seems I am the only one

Lifting at my end,

And your end.

I cannot do this alone

I cannot love you alone

Without you loving me back.

This weight of love is heavy

And I cannot lift it all alone.

So do not just stand in it looking-

Get involved!

Do not sit in it

For it will work together well-

I know!

If you lift where you stand.

---Fampah Coyish---

© By Fampah Coyish-Awoken By Poems 2016

~'TWAS LIFE~

I have come,

I have seen.

I have lived,

It was fun.

It was sad,

It was life.

---Fampah Coyish---

© By Fampah Coyish-Awoken By Poems 2016

~AS I FELL ONCE~

As I fell once from the presence of Father

So also I made man fall in His sight

So we could all be on the same

Pedestal of misery

As I fell from His presence once,

So man,

Will I keep make falling;

In the sight of Father.

---Fampah Coyish---

© By Fampah Coyish-Awoken By Poems 2016

THIS LIFE AND DEATH

Life is the place

Where we wait to die.

Death is the machine;

That teleports us to

The realm that waiting,

Is sure for resurrection.

I have never tasted death,

So I cannot describe,

How fun that ride is.

But for life,

I can say even though it sucks-

It is worth trying living it.

---Fampah Coyish---

© By Fampah Coyish-Awoken By Poems 2016

ANOTHER GHANAIAN

You vowed-

You vowed not to meet another Ghanaian,

Not to your heart,
 Him you give away.

I vowed never in my life;

I be with another cheater, liar.

Never to give myself away-
To such a woman.

But our vows grew void,

When I met you and you me.

I was another Ghanaian,

And you were just another liar.

---Fampah Coyish---

© By Fampah Coyish-Awoken By Poems 2016