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

EXCEPTION

     ~EXCEPTION~

Nobody in my life

Is who I thought they were

Except You!

For when I am alone and feeling lonely,

Thoughts of you rush through my minds in frenzy.

You are my all in all

And if life could be lived each day

Without any death penalty-

I would wish to live it forever with you

To always see you-

And the reflections of your emotions

In the mirrors of your eyes.

For I have walked miles

And found none but liars.

Like birds of the field search, searched I

But like a confused miner, nothing found I.

Nobody in my life

Is who I thought they could never have been

Except You!

What importance could it be?

But even with nothing, yet-

There was something special

As fake as a rock could be

There was still something noticing,

 Something unique after series of patient study

There went sparkles, sparkling

Even though in all my life

Nobody-yes nobody!

In all my life

Is this bright I thought they were

Except You!

Truly, you are an exception.

---Fampah Coyish---

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© By Fampah Coyish-Awoken By Poems 2014

POOR THING

~Poor Thing~

The sun is hiding,

Darkness is raining upon 

The surface of the earth.

These are the scariest part

Of major mortal existence.

Men are tired of nights 

Yet their spirits cannot

Stop welcoming them

Into their abode.

Most who try to manage it with opened eyes

End up with closed eyes

And sometimes with stiff bodies.

Lazy thing!

They offer nothing interesting 

To the dead body and awaken minds

But still gives the oblivious 

Bodies reasons to trust

After they've walked

Thousands of miles

Visited thousands of unsure places

Jumped millions of taller mountains

Crossed a billion wide furious oceans

Met many familiar faces

And yet cannot make out

One identity of what they've seen-

Poor Souls!

It’s the most terrible state

Of every second existence

Where a minute costs a billion Dollar bill

And time can be cheated.

Where familiar places are

Usually decorated in different garments

Where one can be lost in his own home

And men and women can

Be strangers to their own selves.

Where higher mountains can be jumped down

Like just a steep.

An existence where all these

Are done in a second. 

Poor Thing!

I don’t blame you

For your tiredness and forgetfulness.

You roam than enough, so don’t say-

Dreams are what we eat

When I want to know where you've been

For dreams aren't what we eat!

Dreams are where we go

Where we spend time

With our second selves

During our daily death.

---Fampah Coyish---

© By Fampah Coyish-Awoken By Poems 2014

WHO MADE HIM?

~WHO MADE HIM?~

He walks on the streets of dust

He finds no rest after dusk

Yet he seems to be invisible-

He is human, and that fact

They are afraid to face

But why can't they see him as thus.

His skins are broken, teethes are rotten

And as for his black hair,

All transformed to yellow.

He's black-not white

Neither an albino nor blonde.

Was this the way he was made?

But who made him?

And why made him?

These questions they are confused at.

Some say for an experiment

And if it be the truth,

Why him?

I can see him under a tree

 Trying  to hide from the sky’s sympathy

He feels lonely and drenched.

Someone please find him a shelter

Though He is half buried in mud

As the skies cry for his welfare.

Yet he can't help it

Because he is mad.

But who made him?

And why made him?

---Fampah Coyish---

© By Fampah Coyish-Awoken By Poems 2013

DON'T FORGET TO SMILE

~DON'T FORGET TO SMILE~

© By Fampah Coyish-Awoken By Poems 2013