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Fluttering Touches

Moving gracefully and fearlessly
She dances with loving stunning wings
Upon my unwavering hand, keeping still
This delicate creature flutters gently
With tender light touches like angel's kisses
To capture such innocence and beauty?
Pointless! As sensing captivity flies away merrily
Chasing after butterflies is like trying to hold on to time
Watching her bask upon each flower beautifully
Then fly, fly away, towards the sunlit sky
Where dreams are anchored upon the shifting shapes of clouds
Savouring each moment..

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The points made in this article are excellent reminders.


I STILL FEEL LOST LIKE I DO NOT EXIST

SHE OPENED HER EYES SO BIG AND WIDE ON THE VERY FIRST DAY WE MET WHEN I LOOKED DOWN AT YOU YOU STOLE MY HEART INSTANT LOVE I KNEW I WAS SET
My Face is swollen with all the tears I've shed Your fast walk out the front door from all the mean things I said, Now all I do is sit here in your room and bow down my head, I hope you know just how truly sorry I am, I wish me and you could just make a quick switch, It's not a place you should be I wasn't fair to you I was nothing more just a cold-hearted evil witch, Despite what you think your my star my pride and the reason my life doesn't stink, Whenever your around my head clears up and I can think, I still look at you the same exact way, Since the nurse brought you over that beautiful clear day, These last two days you been gone, I haven't closed my eyes or even let out a yawn, Two whole days it's been as I started to become extremely sad Until I picked up the phone and heard your sweet voice I was excited so cheerful and Oh so glad, I know deep down inside this is just what you have been needing, But you can count on me tomorrow as I will be right there for our meeting, I love you so much with every inch of my being, Cannot wait till you come home after you focus, and get the help you so desperately have been needing

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I COULDN'T WRITE YOU A SONG
The days of toil
on this soil,
Gradually passing as clouds
and age is only become,
Something of great interest to men-
something to be celebrated.

I wish I could write or even sing you a song.
To complete this celebration.
So I will write you a lullaby
in your youthful days
As my alibi
For I couldn't write you a song;

May your troubles and problems, fall to sleep
as this lullaby is heard
And your love grow,
like the old Adansonia digitata in the Savannah
And your patience, be as the mangrove.

May your joyous songs be full
and in days where there aren't any left,
In your heart,
May your mind be full of songs
and your heart turgid of prayer.

I would write you a song
if I could,
But I couldn't.
I would paint you with words,
if I have the brush of numerous vocabularies;

But I couldn't know how best to
but, a lullaby I leave you with,
To alibi you in your sleepless times.
---Fampah Coyish---

©Fampah Coyish-Awoken by Poems 2017

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TIPSY DIRGES
This is not a song
cooked from the core of hearts

Not a tale told from
wild tortured thoughts.

This is a dirge,
of bravery.
An eulogy
of drowned aspirations.

A comfort for the
broken, sunken soul.
---Fampah Coyish---

© By Fampah Coyish-Awoken By Poems 2017

The moon shines ghostly threw the blades of the windmill
Just as the blades slowly start to move in a late night breeze
after a sweaty hot day
The crickets start as if they are violas in a orchestra
And somewhere close by a bull frog answering
Softly in a distance you can hear a dog howling to the full moon
The crickets chirping gets softer and the bull frog's croak stops,
as the moon slowly moves to its new destination

Does he have a Hart of wood
Cold hard and dry
Just good for firewood
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