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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 ... more »
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Wesongah David PoemsI Stand Tall-Yet Again
From the gloom that you dumped me,... more »
I Shall Return.
I shall return,
To walk by the cool streams barefoot,
And munch on the thick grasses,
Listening to to the lullabies of the birds,... more »
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 ...... more »
Flesh For Flesh, Blood For Blood!
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,... more »
Let me feel your cheeks,
Kiss me then.
Feel the depths of your tongue in me,
Lost in an innate desire.... more »
Of Pitiful Love
That we loveth with an open eye,
Lies- shrieking romantics-Hopeless!
Did you see it coming?
Never! ! I scream again and again,... more »
For All The Love None The Matter
His eyes are misty, palms clasped,
Downcast are the eyes,
Praying for a bountiful
Curses an idiom beheld by acclamation,... more »
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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 ...