CHANCES

~CHANCES~

I sat with tears sitting in my eyes,

Smiling all life out of me,

Like a lunatic!

Building thoughts about

When I had those chances to receive.

I could still remember so vividly;

That countenance,

The willingness,

To give out what could be so dear

To a person as such

And how I caged my heart,

And nodded my head,

In appreciation with a stern gentle face,

Spread on like a bed sheet,

And refusing to receive from such a dear heart.

It remembered me, as I thought of my missed

Opportunities-when I had the chance to

To be received again;

When I had the time to reevaluate my options,

To be with you.

When you were like just like this in manner

Like how I’ve missed...

From the bottom of a kind heart as this

Little lad who willingly strived so hard

  To persuade me with his kindness

To receive his little piece of toffee,

With so much compassion as a newly born mother

---Fampah Coyish---

© By Fampah Coyish-Awoken By Poems 2014

FIND ME!

~FIND ME!~

You don’t seem prepared,

And my nerves do not seem repaired.

From the pains caused is great,

And I want to take a time out alone.

So whenever you feel,

Prepared and really ready,

Come find me!

Find me,

For I will be walking all alone,

Awaiting and expecting your second coming,

So come find me!

I won’t be walking faster.

I won’t be gone then.

I still will be sluggish,

Because I know you will surely come someday,

So come find me!

Come find me.

Running barefooted in the desert sand,

With apologetic tears standing in your eyes.

Come find me,

Calling on my name,

Rolling in the sand crying:

Baby, Baby-Baby I am sorry.

Come find me,

And when you run, run,

Run, run, run, run, run O:

And you run;

But still cannot find me.

Just open your eyes,

And me you will find,

Me besides you sitting;

Watching you toss and turn on the bed-

Just smiling.

---Fampah Coyish---

© By Fampah Coyish-Awoken By Poems 2015

I AM YOUR MAKER

~I AM YOUR MAKER~

Whose corpse should I give thee,

As a token for your daily bread?

I have asked, that ye work

But O: coffin maker!

Remember I am your maker

And not your hater

Your daily bread I shall give thee

But your wishes for a boost in market…

O coffin maker;

Watch your prayer

Reconsider your lines

And the choruses in your pleas

Remember I am your maker

And not their destroyer,

Yet men will surely die.

But how will I take the lives

They so much wish to keep?

O coffin maker;

Remember I am your maker

And not your hater

And as for your prayers,

They always come to me

But I always have to reconsider

 For they also say;

 Their daily long living prayer.

---Fampah Coyish---

© By Fampah Coyish-Awoken By Poems 2015

TWICE BORN

~TWICE BORN~

If God still loves Cain

Will He still love me same

If I slaughter one of these

My brethren for not honouring Him

If He came,

But like Cain, shall I be loved?

Who shall love me?

Without disgust,

Without shame?

Who will see me as same?

Without making me feel a bit shame,

And not make me feel guilt

By making my plights earn fame.

 Twice born, twice came

Twice cursed, twice forbidden

Twice born in one flesh

Who will feel my pain?

Who shall want to partake in this weirdness?

Who shall want to love me?

Who shall want to take this shame,

For a lover, for an eternal companion?

Who shall love me?

Without being teased

From the tease of those,

Those who know my plight?

For twice born, twice came

With unidentical twins-

A male and a female

In between my thighs

But if God still loves Cain

Will He still love me same

If I slaughter one of these

My brethren to honour Him

If He came?

For like Cain, no one likes to love me.

---Fampah Coyish---

© By Fampah Coyish-Awoken By Poems 2015

WHO WILL, IF I NEVER SAY?

~WHO WILL, IF I NEVER SAY?~

If I never write a thing at this age

Who will?

When you are

What you are

I alone know.

People have perceptions

Numerous ones of you

But I know you best.

If I never say a thing now

When I have life

Because of you

When else can I utter it?

Is it when I’m stiff, or when you are?

If I don’t let you known

That you are the person behind

My existences amidst nature’s irresponsibilities.

That you stood still

Even when there was nothing to do

But to give way to tears

To find favour for me to be here today.

If I hide you behind my pen

And never make anybody know

The woman behind my existence

Who else will the credit be given to-who?

So I say thank you for being there

And bearing me when nobody bear me

You who bore me

And made not the doctors beat out

The childhood cry out of me

Because you loved me

Upon all the pains I sent you through.

I love you to the galaxies and back

Words would be too weak

To describe the weight of my love for you

Neither can any scale measure it weight.

I adore you so forgive my unbearable nature

For I cherish you so much.

You are my all in all, and the only one I have.

So I shall tell the world,

The woman behind this amazing writer,

Who has never scribbled anything for his Mama.

I love you and I will say it now, and not when

I’m gone

Nor you’re gone

So you may know the pureness in my words.

---Fampah Coyish---

© By Fampah Coyish-Awoken By Poems 2014

IN PURSUIT OF HAPPINESS

   ~IN PURSUIT OF HAPPINESS~

Some think it could be found in the lies of politics

So they select blindly.

Others think it could be apprehended by inscribing

Their deepest emotions on plywood boards,

Lifting them high above their shoulders like a flying kite. …

---Fampah Coyish---

© By Fampah Coyish-Awoken By Poems 2014

THE SILENT WATCH

~THE SILENT WATCH~

He looks-

He stares.

All without a word,

All without a sign,

But with sympathy

And empathy.

Forgiving and forgetting-

From His fat heart.

---Fampah Coyish---

© By Fampah Coyish-Awoken By Poems 2015

EASY

~EASY~

When I was young and feeble

When I was mild and meek

Everybody liked me

They loved me.

Even those who were against my arrival smiled

As I smiled with ignorance

They kissed me

Everybody loved kissing me

Everybody

Loved my company because I brought

Them some sort of unimaginable happiness.

Every mouth kissed me

Both stinking and sweet scented mouths

Due to cosmetics.

Bad breathe people and fresh breath people

Showered saliva on me.

Girls seduced me, most played with my toy.

When I was weak and helpless

Oh!

How I have suffered due to

How people mishandled me in the name of love.

But now I am old and strong

Nobody wants me near, nobody wants to give even a hug.

Everybody has shunned me

All those who hailed me when I was ignorant and naive

Have rejected me, for then I was pretty and handsome

When I was a baby –But now I’m ugly.

They say, so nobody wants to give me a kiss

Men like new things-I have seen

But rejects it when old-I felt life would be easy

So I smiled always-not knowing those who

Tickled me to laughter would one day

Tickle me with their words and let my eyes laugh out loud

By calling me a messed up-

Forgetting some days past they raised me up.

This world is not easy as we see it in childhood

Those who raised you to laughter

Are the same to raise your emotions up into tears

Men love new things, but abandons them when old.

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© By Fampah Coyish-Awoken By Poems 2014

OFTEN TIMES

~OFTEN TIMES~

Sometimes it hurts,

Other times it does not.

Sometimes it feels good.

At times it does not feel good,

But often times no matter the situation,

 It hurts.

Sometimes the pains are not felt.

Other times it becomes a mixed feeling,

Sometimes the pains

 That come with it are like,

Needle piercing the heart.

But often times,

It feels like the heart is being pounded

In a mortar with a Javelin.

Sometimes it frees you from all earthly cares.

Other times it creates for you,

More earthly cares and pain.

Sometimes it’s sweet,

But often times, it’s sour.

---Fampah Coyish---

© By Fampah Coyish-Awoken By Poems 2015

WITH A BROKEN HEART

~WITH A BROKEN HEART~

I shall write;

About you,

About I.

About nature,

About everything.

With a broken heart,

I still shall write.

Even when you depart from me

Hoping and thinking,

Wishing and rejoicing

That you have caused me much pain,

And that I will sink this sailing ship.

 That I will lose it,

Lose my passion,

Lose my muse,

Lose myself.

I just want to let you know;

I shall keep writing.

Even if my eyes get plucked,

From it sockets.

My brain shall still function.

With the last nerve

Hanging on my heart, weakly holding it

I shall still function.

I shall still write.

With a weak beating heart.

For nothing can stop me now,

Or forever for it is not in my flesh.

Not in my blood and bones-

But in my soul!

So with a heart broken,

A heart smashed with the hammer

Of your goodbyes-

Beyond repairs,

I still shall write;

About you,

About I.

About nature,

And about everything.

---Fampah Coyish---

© By Fampah Coyish-Awoken By Poems 2015