THEORIES

~THEORIES~

Who is willing to listen?

Listen to a dead man’s dream

It would be awful and-

Nobody would love to have such

Painful experience

Even if hell paid much.

Who would love to sleep?

Just to wake up and realise

He is but just a shadow

And that all he could see are

Real except himself.

All those who say life is fun

Would definitely have a reason

To come back from their dead.

Life is unpredictable and-

Being true is not like being honest.

Dead men are clever-

They hold the keys of truth left

for the living.

The ghost weeps along

With the mourners not for his departure

But how brighter their hearts shine

Than a morning star-

As they watch with tears of joy

The beginning of his silent journey

Whilst muscular arms lower his

Caravan into the earth

They cry heartlessly their laughs out!

Sometimes those who frowns at us

Really means no harm at all.

Not all stern lookers are enemies

They just see no why to smile at times

For hidden smiles are purer than air.

Well-wishers are smart with words

And clever in speech,

They utter out of the abundance of grammar at heart.

But wisdom lies in the bosom

Of a stammering heart

As stupidity often lies not in the heart of the stupid

But in the heart of the wise

Who often wants to be heard

In life, the beautiful ones have the most flaws.

---Fampah Coyish---

© By Fampah Coyish-Awoken By Poems 2013

CROSSING TO COSTA

~CROSSING TO COSTA~

Where is my boat, give me mine coat!

I need to cross to the other coast

For my love has found rest

And is waxing strong like

A castle set in the sea.

A place where the heart would feel at home

Where my happiness would be fostered

And trust, bountifully produced

A place where the warmth of the

Te amo's uttered could be felt

Where the mind would make useful suggestions

A place where the soothing fibres

Of the heart would be used

To wipe leaking tears.

A shore where certain words

Uttered by the heart

Could not be understood,

But could feel their weights.

And I promise to release

The heaviest anchors of mine heart

With great force

To get a better and a firm grip

When I arrive on the shores of Costa.

But this shore I talk of;

Would not be real in the blur

Sight of a shaking heart.

And Oh!

This place I speak of;

Cannot be found on the Mountains

Neither on below the valleys of the Mountains

Nor on the plains of the earth

But on the beautiful Coasts

That lies in the heart of Karen Costa.

---Fampah Coyish---

© By Fampah Coyish-Awoken By Poems 2013

WHAT TIME HASN'T THOUGHT

~WHAT TIME HASN'T THOUGHT~

Running-running from a circle

About a circle

Along a circle

Beyond  circles

Fastest nothing could ever beat

You run so swift

I wonder what shoes

You slip into each day

Your speed constant-no trace of retardation

Has drilled philosophers from time immemorial

So for defeat they sought your burial

But because your nature no man could describe

You take upon yourself the responsibility of their burial.

Movements unimaginable

Date could never meet

Again after first sight.

Your ways are parallel-no one could ever meet

Your age too many a figure to utter

No talkative can pronounce

Since generations long

From short obedience

To core disobedience

To molten disobedience of famous rogues

You’ve sat and watched

Their follies a while-without forgetting

Your duties and responsibilities

You wait no man.

For man’s ways are not your ways.

Even in crossed fingers

You find your ways through with ease

You fly away with every breeze.

When men’s heart are torn with pain

You still do not wait

For you are not man’s slave

But away you go!

Some say, you’re smart

You mount on wings of angels

And away you fly!

While most stake their

Hopes, passions and dreams on thee

You still have less to spend on these.

Both believers and unbelievers

Believe in thee

For you bring them seasons and reasons

To revenge and avenge

Your belts you fasten with no release

You have no friend so

You spend not much of yourself

You are greedy, selfish and self-contained

You are boring like a hit and run lover

But your ways are straight

Cause when once done with

One thing you never repeat.

---Fampah Coyish---

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© By Fampah Coyish-Awoken By Poems 2014

ACCEPT THE PINTS I POUR

~ACCEPT THE PINTS I POUR~

I am stun,

I am Amazed.

As I gaze into the sky,

What a lovely day?

So I come with a gourd of palm wine

With an affectionate heartfelt

But I won’t forget not to add a kola nut,

Oh! Greatest master

For I had nothing, but,

You have made me something.

I retired to bed with eyes veiled with fever

Yet you have not refused me

Of being one of them,

Because I didn't ask your favour.

Amidst all my ungrateful scenes

While my errant heart strayed away from You,

You have not lifted even a finger.

'Tis because of this I come to Thee

Oh! Master in Heaven,

With heart as a gourd filled with Praises

And lips like a tot glass;

Red as a kola nut,

Come I to thy Presences.

Let me not away

And put no boundaries between us,

But draw me closer

So I can pour Thee some pints.

---Fampah Coyish---

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© By Fampah Coyish-Awoken By Poems 2013

DISTILLERY IN MY SOUL

~DISTILLERY IN MY SOUL~

The distillery in my soul

Cannot stop brewing these sweet gins.

For in the hearts of my heart

It has been planted deep.

Coated and galvanized

No reactions of-Hatred, maltreatment,

Discriminations, Discouragements and

Demoralisations of fans and foes can corrode.

Not even a bolt will be turned loosehe hearts of my heart

By these!

For the foundations are firm and fit

Structure welly planned.

It blue prints can be found in the archives of my soul.

The best of gins I promise to brew forever.

The finest ever to booze

The hovering ghost of Shakespeare and my beloved Dickens

Best ever made,

Signed and Approved

By the accreditation boards of Heaven

Best enough to digest the hard labours of

My favourite Hardy

With the superb yeast reactions ever

That cannot be compared to that of Yeats.

A gin that knows what good to do to the soul

For indeed it’s from the soul

That which when tasted will

Maintain the manners of the brewer

And uphold the image of its distillery

Rather than sail the sailors from

Anne to Eliot!

A gin very inflammable enough to light the darkened souls

And intoxicate all minds and make mere

The greatest works of De la Mare.

A gin that will make all Souls be at ease and

Encourage to go gentle into every good night.

And this gin is that which flows through

The delivery tubes in between the

Tips of my fingers, bottled up

In the white sheets of my days.

---Fampah Coyish---

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© By Fampah Coyish-Awoken By Poems 2014