Awoken By Poems #aBp: ~'TWAS LIFE~

Awoken By Poems #aBp: ~'TWAS LIFE~: I have come, I have seen. I have lived, It was fun. It was sad, It was life. ---Fampah Coyish--- © By Fampah Coyish-Aw...

CONDOLENCE

We know we won’t grasp him tomorrow,

In the fogginess of the night we let him go,

In God’s amorous arms is the domicile where he’ll be,

He now sees the prevue of eternity.

And somehow, someday we will be reunited with him

He conveyed us into this ecosphere

And took care of us for the rest of his life.

I know how hard it is to lose a daddy like him.

But take courage, my dear, his is indubitably happier

To him new home right now sterile of strife.

How could I totally express how sad I am

To know the passing of someone so dear.

I know it’s never easy to bear that pain

My prayers are with you always gain.

And as you overcome this grief,

I know you will be stronger.

Be strong and believe through

There is still a brighter tomorrow for us

Just as envisioned, and by our Father given.

Go and fulfill that vision His has for you

And make Him proud as He looks down from Heaven.

The death of our father is irreplaceable,

I know it is very painful to the family,

I wish you to get peace and may your mind be relaxed,

Pa has left a ton of great memoirs to all of us whole.

we cant forget such a loving soul?

My heart is traumatized to hear him gone.

But that is just temporary.

Sooner or later, we will see him in eternity.

That’s the sweetest hope we can bear right now.

May his soul rest in peace.

MY UNFLINCHING CRONY

I scrutinized at him from afar 

Gauged germanely from vastness near

Prejudicially love how he fixes his thing 

Even if they are notes one can’t sing 

He pieces like an ethical man 

Not demurring even when juncture demands 

Inexorably cognizant of what folks say 

To quota his strides way 

Like an old-school teacher 

Always craving for his legendary switchers 

The miens of his alluring eyes 

Are like a man imploring the skies 

To deliver his labor-laden wife 

But to him, oodles of good about life 

His tresses sometimes appears shinny 

Like a timeworn man quarrying for one penny 

His facade always probes “where to” 

With never ending hilarious photo 

To him it’s a quixotic amiable face 

That brands ladies go for a race 

He has a plangent voice 

That makes the queens cores rejoice 

He bouncers his things with pride 

Never tolerating any taken him for a ride 

He reads like a riled man 

That exults after liberating a quantum sperm 

In a tenacious and never satisfying wife 

During a bedmatic strife 

He walks as if on a blistering coal 

Like a lion which will not stroll 

While in chase of opulent preys 

To placate its elongated voracious days 

He noshes like a coquettish lady 

Refusing to show her undies or body 

To make the erogenous groan 

To her hubby in their honey moon 

More convivially I grasp him as a psychoanalyst 

A peddler, organizer, trailblazer, and idealist 

His affluence of astuteness is so inspirational 

Enlisting all at Halt in a cavernous conversational 

Well, from head to toe 

On your marks to the term go 

He is lovely, friendly, unstinting, and humble 

With no peapod in mind for trouble 

I chose to carve him this way 

For it’s a present for his birthday 

His appellation: Joseph Kwame Duku 

So when you ogle him, stretch way. 

Happy Birthday my dearest friend 

Keep the vehement blistering till no end

VALENTINE THE SEASON OF LOVE

Lovers swarm love stands

Purchasing love cards

others visiting love shops

purchasing love stuffs

the wind say "show some love"

and everyone strives to obey.

Bonds are made

Bonds get stronger

Some get broken

yet others get re-united

babies are made

and some are destroyed

promiscuity rules the day

and yet worse by night

love is expressed masked

or unmasked

feelings are disclosed

opened doors once closed.

In case and in base

on streets and in rooms

love birds are

acting up to love songs

all of which they may

with the morrows down

St Valentine day it is called

A season of love

BUT IF LOVE IS WORTH

JUST A SEASON

PLAGUED BY IMMORALITY

THEN IT IS NOT WORTH

EXPRESSING

Sing Praise To God

Sing praise to God

Our father and Friend above

Rejoice in His Holy word

It is full of peace and love

Sing praise to God

The creator, maker, and King

In joy or pains, season bad or good

Lift up your voices and sing

Sing praise to God

Whatever thy lot may betide

Make a joyful noise abroad

A sure happiness will abide

Sing praise to God

He loves you and cares

In music plead on His blood

He listens, hears and answers prayers

Sing praise to God

With organ, drums, psalms and hymns

Let gratitude fill your heart abode

He will bless and bless you all times

What Have I Done?

There is something I have done

Two options and I have chosen one

whether it be right or wrong

As for the time been, I know not

The heart has waited too long

And now must have a side to belong

Whether it would future please

Or make the heart's pains ease

Whether the future would be cold or hot

As for the time been, I know not

Whether it would be a thing of the now

Or make hopes and dreams come somehow

Bringing to real the tying of knot

As for the time been I know not

Whether it would bring blessings or curse

Or make living better or worse

Bringing positivity in behavior or not

As for the time been I know not

A second chance has been long pleaded

and that I have thoughtfully granted

My Grandmother

Grand! Grand!! Better Grander

Nothing grander than my Grandmother

She is a woman of no small reputation 

A woman of great substantiation 

Her humility is heart conspicuous

Simplicity in her world of glamorous 

Calmly resolute in her determination

Wisely firmly flexible in her resolution

Religion is no compromising in her heart

Even though the world is tearing apart 

Her faith in God is unwavering 

Her character believes are no deviating

Far or near She loves dearly her family 

Do all her best to keep them in unity

Her desire for service is so strong

Even if she has to not eat for long

Her children she brought up in righteousness 

Her grandchildren she loves in fairness 

The sad tides of time knows not her fears

The drumming afflictions know not her ears

The world thought her life would be parted

When her cherished dear darling departed

But, no! She stood gallant and defied all odds 

Disarming all the duels with the aid of God

Her stream of light and hospitality like charms

Welcomes all to her gorgeous caring arms

She can enmesh you with her gracious manners

And drive you crazy with her grammars 

She is an excellent school teacher

And a devout Lay-Preacher

My very first teacher in primary school

Ah! Those days were really so cool

Even at the munificent age of eighty

She still stands as a quintessence of beauty

A virtuous jewel of unfathomable worth

A rear archetypal, mentor, and Mama on earth

Unequivocally I say happy birthday with love

Heaven blessings shower more you from above 

Am proud to be your grandson Mama

Indeed nothing grander than my Grandmother