Chronicles of a Journeyman

Category: Poetry

  • The Evil Forest

    Just beyond our tiny village Miles afar from the big city Stood a forest dark and evil Greatly feared by young and old   There the trees made a large canopy Under which dwelt the wildest beasts Amidst them the yellow woodpecker Picking at the bark of the sacred tree…

  • You

    You always were my focus At the centre of my locus Of you I thought day and night Whether in darkness or in light I feared to let you out of sight For fear that you might not return Or into something else might turn   You later became my…

  • Where is this place?

    Where is this place? The blackness of darkness Envelopes me Like an invisible garment The heat of an inferno Blankets me Like an unwanted raiment   Sounds of screaming voices Swirl around me Coming from all directions Forms of strange creatures Emerge before me Dragging me in all directions Where…

  • The rolling hills of Afikpo

    There at McGregor, out on the parade ground You can see afar, for a hundred miles around The town of Afikpo looms in the distance Beckoning to you, who looks at it askance   Between the both of you, staring but unseen Are the ageless hills, looking lush and green…

  • Stay

    Stay

    “Welcome home. You will stay now, won’t you? While you were away I hardly slept Countless were the vigils I sorely kept Now that you are home, I pray you will stay” “While I crossed the sea I was thinking of you Deep, wide and endless, matched by no other…

  • Who am I?

    I am a poem, of untold origin I am a cat, of nine lives I am a fire, of raging passion I am a city, of mixed multitudes I am a farm, of bountiful produce I am a river, of many journeys Carrying the story of several lands and peoples…

  • The Veto

    She sped along the plain, with impassioned gusto The wind whistled in her ears: an unclear alto Nothing would stop her now; ‘rush’ became her motto He better be ready – she needed the veto

  • Night time

    Darkness descends slowly, like an unwanted visitor Daylight fades away, as one without a solicitor The singing birds are no more in sight Towards their home they’ve taken flight And so does a man’s brief life evaporate For any useful work, it becomes too late Curtains drawn, we hear the…

  • Strangled by sin

    Strangled by sin, I struggle to breathe It dares me to move, I dare not for fear It leads me astray, away unto death I cry out for help, but no one is here I’m my one BIG problem, who will rescue me? Toyin Taiwo © 2012

  • Remember me

    Remember me When your days are full of joy Or careless friends do annoy When you have enough to eat Or all you have is a grain of wheat No matter what your circumstance Remember me, my friend, remember me!