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

YOUR WORDS

~YOUR WORDS~

When my heart beat with fear,

When my soul grieved with sorrow,

Your words came

Giving me pleasure at leisure.

When tears rolled slowly down my cheeks

Separating sorrows from happiness

You gave me your words of assurance,

Releasing me from angst.

---Fampah Coyish---

© By Fampah Coyish-Awoken By Poems 2013

FIERY REFINEMENT

~FIERY REFINEMENT~

My face like an open book tells it all
My tattered clothes reads it all
My dissociated skin interprets it best.
Yet, The decisions remains the same;
I will still try to make my best
Even when my best seems worst
Better or not, finer or coarse
Crude or refined.
I will pull myself out with face high.

While others stampede
To prospect money and wealth.
To prospect these things not for their own security and luxury,
But for the maintenance of a personality-
Of a skink marble skin.

I shall bend like a forged iron
And Pour out my soul
For it worth it, than money and wealth.
For where my soul wants to be;
There, money and wealth abounds.

---Fampah Coyish---

© By Fampah Coyish-Awoken By Poems 2013

THE UNSAID THANK YOUS

~THE UNSAID THANK YOUS~

There is an account to be made

There are debts to be paid

The price is fat; it lies in our hearts in parts

The rubies that were never sold out,

Even after it has been bought

Though as rare rocks they are sought.

Could it be the price, of the customers, that was so unreasonable?

Or the vendor's stingy scowl, way unbearable?

What is left with a man, when his heart has difficulty in utterance?

Could it be our lips that are so slow?

Or perhaps our hearts that are too cold.

We find no rest when our heads are laid to rest

For our chest are swelled with unsaid thank yous

Which burdens our hearts at night

And darkens our days at noon

It wrestles against our conscience

And misinterprets our dreams

Giving us thousands of reasons to rationalise.

---Fampah Coyish

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© By Fampah Coyish-Awoken By Poems 2013

ENOUGH OF YOU

~ENOUGH OF YOU~

Enough is always enough but-

Your enough had not been my enough

I have had not enough from you at all

I have had much less of you and

Now I demand and deserve more than this

I needed much than this-

The moans, those and that feelings

I have not had enough of you.

I don’t think I am demanding

More than you can offer.

All you leave me with isn’t enough

I miss you anytime I look into the eyes of your

Photocopied selves and all I could hear is

Whistles-it’s strange

And your gleaming beauty no one could replace I see

Even behind mirrors, I still see you clearly

And that makes me sick.

I want more than just that, I wanted more than

You ever gave

More than time can offer.

The smiles, back scratching

The unending hugs and lips chewing

The lollipop sucking and vanilla licking

All the laughs

Oh!

But all you do is to put me in a fix

In a corner so tight and disappear

Leaving me all hanging alone.

You just come to tease me

I feel at times

And that is not what I want

You never stay longer, wait longer

Keep longer in all at all

I complain much but-Enough is all I beg for

That is what I want-All I want is just you

Not food, water, clothes, shoes, money or whatever!

I need enough of you!

For when I have you, enough of those things

You give on a diamond edge

Enough of you is just enough for me

So please give me enough of you when you come around

Even if it will be life taking

Just please try and give me enough.

                                                                       © By Fampah Coyish-Awoken By Poems 2014