Wesongah David
Wesongah David Poems
I shall return,
To walk by the cool streams barefoot,
And munch on the thick grasses,
Listening to to the lullabies of the birds,
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I crave the imaginable- and the unimaginable too-
Because-I know not how to put it, typical,
Days are long-and wish I could be waiting for you,
Or find you somewhere, under the starry skies at twilight
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She takes little tottering steps towards daddy,
Little necklace locket in her tiny hands,
Laced with a 'for my unborn daughter' signage,
'Daddy it's me' she seems to be saying,
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Let me feel your cheeks,
Kiss me then.
Feel the depths of your tongue in me,
Lost in an innate desire.
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His eyes are misty, palms clasped,
Downcast are the eyes,
Praying for a bountiful
Curses an idiom beheld by acclamation,
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That we loveth with an open eye,
Lies- shrieking romantics-Hopeless!
Did you see it coming?
Never! ! I scream again and again,
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Unto the streets,
Dark, barren, lovingly hostile,
Back dropped by the sounds of a kissing gun,
Fancied by the dogs-hounds of seventh incineration,
...
Do you remember me?
In your singular trains of prevail,
Do you recall us then?
Do you ever wish we had made a right decision?
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Who ever stood aside and watched,
Cheered on the raze in the lazes
And said yes,
It deserved to burn,
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What have I to give,
For the ills of a whole generation,
Filtered to the sane and in relativity,
A deuce discarded truth of a heaven's marrow.
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It's still over where you left me,
Cries hidden by the falling rain,
The drops pounding like the shake on my pillow,
For the love I gave you in vain,
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Standing on a hung pedestal,
Obliqued by a perpetual shadow,
To suffice a navel thought,
Figurines hugging and kissing 'do me'!
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Riiiiiiiing riiiiing,
There goes the alarm,
Ahhh! ! ! our tired yawns as we open an eye,
Then the other later.
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This I sure have,
To let it off me.
Should you decide to quit,
...
To say I never loved, would be a lie.
And from experience can do a sad love poem,
Say,
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The thought of you turns up at oddest of hours,
When the turbulent seas seem to settle at my laughter at most.
Left to the virgin planets like the little princes,
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I love you save for the fact that it is adoration,
A mutual cognizance of a fact that you are gone,
And as I go from planet to planet in obeisance
My heart grows colder on wanton temperatures of self destruction-Love.
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Should you for a single day,
Forget me.
You know all you promised me,
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Wesongah David Biography
Referred to as The People's Poet, Wesongah, Eastlandah David was born in kenya.A poet since a tender age, he came of age exploring Shakespeare and loving Langston Hughes. he says of Hughes ' I always admired the morality of his poems'. He was greatly influenced by the classic poets, but has some fond spot for the present too. He says of Maya Angelou, ' If there is a poet I would love to meet, and tell I have risen, is Maya. she is one poet who has made me. Most people will tell me she is a feminist, she is writing for the likes of Vagina monologues, but I tell them in poetry, it is never written for self extraction only, it is written for any heart, soul, or mind that can put the message into perspective.' David admits to being a strong admirer of Malcolm X, and quotes 'By any means necessary' one of the most meaningful struggle sentiments of all time. Wesongah says quit college at Daystar university due to a difference of opinion with what the system was pushing for as education material. He joined the Nation media group and later founded Eastlandah- the company. At one time chronicled as the future of Kenyan journalism, wesongah pioneered urban youth 'revo-journalism' first as a freelance for media houses as SABC before finally taking his place at the then Radio Simba-kenya. He says it is at this time that the youth flooded the media in Kenya and he set about creating a new thumb-mark of journalism- giving an ear to the story, before putting it into perspective. He says of his brand...' I have always seen people make news, but rarely are they given a chance to be part of the news in delivery, to be the news they make. I want to let them tell the story.'And that is exactly what he did as a reporter. Wesonga Won The 2008 Adeste prize, a recognition of the justice his works of art do to the advancement of a positive society, and countly dedicated the award to the streets. At present concentrating on his first novel, a collection of poems and his autobiography, titled 'familiar territory, unfamiliar terrain, Wesongah is a self confessed hopeless Romantic-and sees himself sort of a star-crossed lover and thus is justified single. We can still expect more 'revolutionariness' from the voice of the people, the echo of the streets-Wesongah David. (Bio done and edited by jamie) complementary bio at: http: //www.redroom.com/member/eastlandah)
The Best Poem Of Wesongah David
I Stand Tall-Yet Again
From the gloom that you dumped me,
The unfathomable abyss I was thrust into,
I exonerate myself of ambiance, heavenly disguise.
Disgusted you were with my pride,
And you let the onus fall much heavier,
But I still stand tall.
Are you surprised to see me?
You thought the swagger was gone?
You forgot of the coming of seasons,
Like summer, in winter it looks far off,
But like the high tides, it comes to pass,
And so shall I stand tall again.
You expected me begging for a pittance,
Sunken eyes laboring for pity,
Ribs through my tattered shirt,
Ego battered and bruised by time,
And my conscience blurred,
Like a fogged out Mountain View!
You pushed me down the gutter,
Struck axes of words at my patience,
And thought it soluble to deface my manhood,
Lest some royal lass begot sassy offspring like me,
But in the very unfamiliar and harsh terrain you thrust me,
I still walk tall like I got a gold field down there in my body.
What history begot,
I stand tall still again.
The frightening violent sea that swelled on me,
To the shore I stand tall.
From a dreary night cold and noisy with silence,
Into a cheery day clear of worries,
I walk tall yet again.
I talk big yet again.
I smile huge yet again.
And laugh even louder yet again.
I stand tall, tall yet again.
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