~JEALOUS~

Talking to you

Follows thinking of you.

You are very contagious;

And of him who has you

I so much jealous.

---Fampah Coyish---

~ TILL MY WORK IS DONE ~

Hang on in there, never let off your hopes

For your cravings I come to satisfy

As I bisect you into two, leaving you

With no angles-

Just parallel lines!

Then lick you up like an ice cream

Right inside your soft walled cone

Sweat upon sweat

Drop upon drop;

And tickle you with my tongue

In my asking for more like Oliver Twist

Till all within you gush out as a fountain on squirt

While beneath me you quake to erupt,

I shall rock you as a boat

On an unsteady raging water.

Hold on in there,

Pretty chubby angel

With lubricated lips

And tongue stuck out

For I come to slit you into two unequal parts

With my discharging ball point pen

Dripping my ink in you like morning dew

Till you open your petals as a sunflower

Embracing the warm rays of my ink

Into the whorls of the soul of your ovaries.

Hold on in there, though much time seem wasted

But hold on in there with your wet self

For I come to prepare a place,

Where the wasted time would not count;

I come with good tidings,

One that will pamper you deep to pain

As my strong lullabitic rhymes of thrusts,

Flow in decent diminuendos

Releasing all that I have got left on my anchor deep

Till you explode into inconsolable moans,  unpardonable ones!

Leaving you panting like a hunt dog,

Agape as a crocodile drinking fresh air.

---Fampah Coyish---

~GALAMSEY LOVE~

You treat me like how our Galamsey miners;

Treat our water bodies.

What sort of love is this?

A Galamsey miner's love I guess.

---Fampah Coyish---

UNCHANGEABLE HUMOUR

You can remove your penis

And paste in replace a vagina

You can shave off your vagina

And stick firm in replace a penis

But in whichever case

The humour does not change

Because God cannot be mocked

Stupid fool!

Do you not know,

That nature cannot be cheated?

---Fampah Coyish---

CHECK

I

Have seen

The way you look at me

Do you notice the whispers of

My lips when you are around me?

Do you think my burning bush

Is consumed whenever your hand meets mine?

My ears have seen the whispers

Of your lips around me

Mine eyes have heard the whispers of your eye

And have equally noticed their beckoning

Their twitches whenever your presence is felt

I

Have lost

Control of how to act maturely

To think and reason wisely in your presence

Do you think it’s the works of nature?

Have you considered you and me compatible

Anytime we meet?

---Fampah Coyish & Thola Moore---

~NO PURITY~

You are a hypocrite!

You speak like gold,

Taken from fire;

Yet you have no idea

Of what purity is.

---Fampah Coyish---

© By Fampah Coyish-Awoken By Poems 2016

~SOMETHING TO NOTHING ~

I am sorry

If you worry;

You asked for something

And in my wisdom,

I could only give-nothing.

---Fampah Coyish---

© By Fampah Coyish-Awoken By Poems 2016

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---