...AND ADAM FELL

Adam and eve

On a Friday afternoon

Sought to play hide and seek.

Adam where are you?

Where are you?

Adam, Adam!-

Here I am! She heard

From the tree of knowledge

Of good and evil.

She sought to find out

Just to find out it was not Adam

You are not Adam, said she

Yes I am not said the serpent.

You look tired from hiding and seeking

Have you considered these fruits edible yet?

Yes she replied,

But Father has asked not to touch it

And I do not know why here

I stand talking to you.

Neither eat we of it

But of the other fruits we shall

Freely eat thereof.

For the day we shall taste of it, 

We shall surely die!

Adam on the other hand,

Calling for Eve…

Eve! Eve!

Bone of my bones-

Where are you?

Here, here; she responded.

What are you doing there?

Conversation… she retorted.

What! With who?

He asked as he ran

Discerning the location of 

The forbidden tree.

So as I was saying

The day you shall eat of it,

You shall not surely die.

The serpent lured her.

Try it, just a bite of it.

Pluck it, it wouldn’t bite you

But Father said… came in Eve

-No, No, No!

Do not! Do not! - yelled Adam.

But it was too late

Eve reached unto one

Adam running faster fell,

He tripped and fell

Adam fell

He fell, a great fall

And Eve bit,

She bit a great bite.

And Adam cried!

And Eve hailed-it tastes good!

You need to taste to know

If it is true Adam.

Now I know, you need to know too-

See I am still alive!!

It is true-we shall not surely die

From tasting of this fruit.

But Father said…

Yes, but here I am right beside you,

Adam’s face on the ground

Cried more with pain

I fell, I fell, I fell!

Oh, I have fallen!

But Adam fell that man may live,

 And men may live

To know good and evil

That from their good,

They may have joy.

---Fampah Coyish---

© By Fampah Coyish-Awoken By Poems 2016

O LOVE!

O LOVE!

I will not bargain for love again

For there is nothing I will gain

But an undying pain

I will not follow again 

This train of fame

To tame my shame

Of the sorrows retained

And the ones yet to be obtained

Never worry

Do not be sorry;

For this story.

For in the sight of men you 

Have attained your glory

But never worry

For a thousand year

Myself I shall avail

To be blamed

Holding on tight the regrets 

Of lost aimed love

O, love!

I laugh on the heard of the name, 
Love.

---Fampah Coyish---

© By Fampah Coyish-Awoken By Poems 2015

NOT BY THE LAW

I curse my heart

For the cause of your departure

I frown on myself

And say;

You little piece of crap

Why let her-let her go?

But you wish her back

Are you serious?

But if the story could be

All told in full

Leaving not a dot

My soul could be guilty

By emotions

And not by the law

For I tried in my soul-to keep you,

And I have him as a witness

To testify.

---Fampah Coyish---

© By Fampah Coyish-Awoken By Poems 2015

WOULD YOU LET ME?

If I ever come back

And recite to you

My listed regrets

With tears clattering down

The walls of my cheeks

Begging of you to give me

A second chance

Something I really never believed in,

Would you let me?

                                                                      

Would you let me be,

That somebody?

That person, that one person?

Even though I have once failed.

I have no intentions of failing you

Once more.

For I am tired of being that asshole.

So I am asking, 
Would you let me?

Would you let me be the one,

To fix back that broken smiles on your face?

Would you let me,
 If I kneel to the floor?

Would you let me be the one to straighten 
The crooked laughter on your face?

Would you let me?

---Fampah Coyish---

© By Fampah Coyish-Awoken By Poems 2015

SAME HANDS

Gone around circles

Ran races on tracks

Without traces

Blinded by your love

I cannot find the traces

I leave behind that leads back to you.

Blindfolded by outward beauty

Still not seeing with the heart.

Broken and shuttered

Without shelter.

So I run,

To you I run to.

The same hands that once left

Hold off me

The same persona

That broke beyond repairs.

I keep running into you

The same you-

Hands made of steel,

Heart made of soot

Same hands that broke me

Same voice that broke me

Same heart that betrayed me

Same thoughts that is not straight forward.

How come I keep running into you?

Same hands that were once,

And always wrong.

---Fampah Coyish---

© By Fampah Coyish-Awoken By Poems 2015

Inspirational Poems: Miracles Happens

Inspirational Poems: Miracles Happens: Though troubles assail And war affrights Though government should fail And sickness unite Yet one thing secures us Whatever be...

IF PEOPLE RUST

Most people we love lust after others
yet even in their lust,
They expect in return trust
But if people could rust
I would wait to see whom to give my trust.

I would wait to see the fake ones-
The poorly alloyed, and galvanized,
The softly hardened and tempered
Who react easily with the mild atmospheric pressure of true love,
Those who cannot stand the harsh weathers of true friendship too.

I would wait, to see those who are not coated with trust,
But easily in their dishonesty rust
And swiftly with their disloyalty thrust.
But I wouldn’t wait till people rust,
Before to see whom to give my trust.
---Fampah Coyish---


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I INSPIRE

I inspire:

The uninspired,

The not-really inspired

The not-at all inspired

And the not at all inspired.

---Fampah Coyish---

© By Fampah Coyish-Awoken By Poems 2015

THIS LIFE

We do not stop living

Because we may be dying

For the fact that tomorrow

We may be dead

Does not mean today we

Are dead corpse

So let us keep breathing

Till the last lung is torn

And there is no more

Air in our chests to spare

That our blood

Have gone chilled like ice

For the moments we plan to die

While in ourselves we live,

Our souls plan to live

While we die from ourselves
For this life we live is air,
And death is a thief of souls.

---Fampah Coyish---

© By Fampah Coyish-Awoken By Poems 2015

LIKE A BLIND MAN

I am not afraid.

For like a blind man,

Who has never seen the size of his Penis-

Yet cherishes it,

For at least he has something hanging

That makes him feel proud-

For surely, he would not be left out,

When counting men;

You make me proud, 
You complete me as a man, and

I am not ashamed to have you!

So as a parrot on his first speech lessons,

I shall utter your name in every breathe-

For as a man who is blind

Makes known his plight;

I am not afraid to broadcast us

For as fresh air,

I need you on every breathe.

I am not afraid!

Like a man who is blind

Begging for arms;

I will always sing and shout your name out

With an undying confidence

For like a blind man, I am not afraid.

As a blind man sings of his plight with hopes…

I am not afraid of the rage, hatred, jealousy,

And the scorning sights of those with sight.

I care not much of how much,

Or how less my begging pan is filled-

I am content with it content;

I love you just as you are,

And care less of what the Sayers may say.

I am not afraid!

Like a blind man stands alone

 With his bowl in his hands

I am not afraid to stand alone

With you in the midst of people

With your hands in mine.

---Fampah Coyish---

© By Fampah Coyish-Awoken By Poems 2015