20 Favourite Poetic One-Liners (Rhyming)

1. BIG CITY DREAMS

“Blinded by the lights, I’m drawn in by the crowds,

An eclectic group of people, rubbing shoulders without smiles”

2. MINDLESS VIOLENCE

“Started out as kids, stealing Pepsi cans and sweets,

But nowadays being stopped and asked questions by police”

3. PLATEAUED AMBITION

“Life flashed by, I was soon reminiscing,

As slowly I drowned, in a plateaued Ambition”

4. CHASING AFTER THE WIND

“Yesterday she was the one, yet today we call her old news,

And move onto the next one, Our values greatly skewed”

5. WORDS I NEVER SAID

“Our last conversation I now contemplate,

Abruptness of what followed made my heart disintegrate”

6. LOST ONES

“But soon there would be trouble, and unforeseen change,

Which led to separation, and hearts so full of rage”

7. A WRITERS STRUGGLE

“Freedom of expression, hell-bent at its mastery,

But when it didn’t flow, anxiety seeped craftily”

8. TALES OF DEVASTATION

“At this stark situation, tales of devastation,

Families ripped apart, and destroyed past restoration”

9. LOVE YOUR NEIGHBOUR

“His words cut through, like a dagger to the heart,

Exposing their hypocrisy; blind religiosity”

10. DEAR LONDON

“Demonically possessed, with intent to spread fear,

Instead were met with bravery, and love beyond compare,”


11. MUNDANE

“Mundane! Everyday is the same,

Wake up, go to work. Slowly going insane”

12. TALES OF INSECURITY

“What did they even mean by that? And why said in that tone?

I dialogue internally to calculate my wrongs”

13. BUDGET AIRLINE TALES

“A queue jumper the highlight, as she mussels her way past me,

An angry woman shouts “Oi! You must be a nutter!”

14. THE ART OF BLAGGING

“But little do they know you haven’t even got the foggiest,

But pride gets in the way, and you start speaking with such confidence”

15. EASTER

“A choice between a criminal and him, they chose the latter,

And proceeded with mob justice, his back they whipped and battered”

16. ANTI-SOCIAL MEDIA

“But no one else was there, so she posts pics on the internet,

900 friends, but no one there to share the moment with”

17. TALES OF AN INTROVERT

“Wish I said all of the things that were locked up in my mind,

But now times gone, it feels like I’m wasting mine”

18. POOR MAN’S TALE

“It’s cold, you’re ignored, and exposed to the elements,

Abandoned in negligence, considered irrelevant”

19. CHIPOLOPOLO 2015: CAN HISTORY REPEAT ITSELF?

“The weight of this moment precedes grown men’s cries,

As we remember our dearly loved brothers who died.”

20. THE ANGRY SHARPNESS MONSTER

“Not much sleep was had as he set off at break of dawn,

The thought of being at sea always had his attention drawn.”


All the above poems are originals written & composed by the author of Reposed Thought:

© Gome

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Guvna B – Nothing but the blood

Hello all! And a very happy (rather belated) Easter to you all. Hope this message finds you well. As its been a while since my last post, I thought rather than blabber on about something, I’ll simply share a song I’ve been listening to recently – ‘Nothing but the blood, by Guvna B’. This awesome hip-hop rendition samples the original hymn with the same title by Robert Lowry (1826-99) – a songwriter who wrote around 500 hymns.

Check out Guvna B’s full album on iTunes called ‘Secret World’.

Peace 😃

S.O. – So It Ends

In the world of Christian hip hop music, the release of S.O’s much anticipated album (so it ends) will be greatly welcomed. Following his previous releases (so it begins, so it continues), the lyrical content has always sought to tell the world about Jesus, and offer an alternatively positive message in hip hop. He’s signed onto the Lamp Mode label whose overall mission is to shine light into a dark world with their music. Have a listen, check the album out on iTunes. I’d highly recommend it (I’ve had a listen). Peace 🙂

Lost Ones – Short Poem

Rosy on the surface. It was rosy, on the surface.

Up close or at a distance, you’d say things were perfect.

See it in their eyes, that little glint of light,

The joy unspeakable that filled both their lives,

But soon there would be trouble, and unforeseen change,

Which led to separation, and hearts so full of rage.

Sudden turn of events, there was no indicator,

Of what brewed in the engine of its willing perpetrator,

Unseen through the eyes of its soon to be victim,

Who would be left asking, what on earth had just gripped him?

Once closer than ever, now it’s like they never met,

A friendship burnt out, like ashes off cigarettes,

Each night lonely tears would soak his dry pillow,

His face lay drooped, like leaves hung off a willow,

Not long since they burst into uncontrolled laughter,

Snorting in the process, but laughing ’bout it after,

Close friends, they’d stay up late to chat through the night,

Sharing little stories, precious memories of life.

Oh to be restored to how rosy things were,

B.F.F’s in their prime, just taking on the world,

They stood tall in the crowd, with shoulders ever broad,

Rolling like mavericks, no care what others thought,

A two man army; for their friend they always fought,

Yet now, these very words are just nostalgic thoughts.


©2015, by Gome

MySpace – by Flame (Careful what you post)

Old But Pure Gold!


Back in the days when social media was still in its relative infancy, US Christian rapper Flame came onto the music scene with his self titled debut album ‘FLAME’ (2004). With early hits like ‘To my Heart’ and ‘Racial Diversity’, he really brought a challenging but (rarely seen) positive dimension to the hip hop movement. On his third album (Our World: Fallen), he delivered the hit MySpace, which looked at why we post what we do on social media. Its a story that is still relevant today (except its not MySpace, Bebo or Hi5. Instead its Twitter, Facebook, Instagram, Snapchat, Pintrest and so much more). Despite the changing times, however, one thing remains the same as we still (almost exclusively) share our “best self” on social media. The story in this song is that of young Chanté Andrea Jones, whose feeling down and lonely because she’s not being shown love at home.

“Young Chanté Andrea Jones, never met her father and mama’s never home,

Plus she’s 15 and she lies about her age. She’s always on her phone or her Myspace page.”

(Flame – MySpace ft. Diamone)

In search of acceptance, she turns to her so-called online friends (some who she knows, others she doesn’t). What follows is a series of messages with a guy she doesn’t know, things escalate and before you know it they are meeting up face to face. I won’t spoil it too much (I probably have already, sorry), but ultimately the message is to be careful what we share online. We don’t know who we are inviting into our lives without knowing it. Have a listen to his thoughts in this thought provoking, lyrically sound and pretty sick tune (UK slang – google it) 😛


©2007

Song: Myspace

Artist: Flame (feat. Diamone)

Album: Our World: Fallen

Letter to Hip Hop

Abstract: The outpouring of lyrical poetry, fused with slick, well crafted, and hefty beats. That’s my definition of hip hop, a genre of incredible power and influence (some positive, some negative). In this video, US rapper ‘Bizzle’ reflects on and challenges some of the things that mainstream hip hop teaches us. I’d highly recommend listening even if you’re not a big hip hop fan.


I’m an ardent lover of hip hop/rap music. At it’s best, its blissful beats, charming melodies and poetic artistry make it so easy and delightful to listen to. It has historically been praised for helping break down racial and ethnic divides in the USA and has brought about lots of other positive change over time. Having grown up in what I would call a ‘hip-hop generation,’ it is clear that it’s power and influence are not always a good thing. We are all products of our environments and a big part of youth culture today is influenced by hip hop. Rap videos are typically filled with ‘mob-like’ groups of men either flashing weapons or giving off that impression as a symbol of their power. The overuse of sexual references coupled with rappers that would appear to be defined by what they have (e.g. expensive cars, jewellery, etc) are also typical characteristics that form the marketable hip hop artist/video. One of my favourite positive rappers, Jahaziel, paints a lovely picture in his rhymes of the kind of impact that our background, surroundings and personal choices have on us when he says this:

“They say some things are taught, some things are caught, some things are said, some things are thought, we all absorb stuff that we’ve grown around, that’s how it goes around.” (Song: ‘Round and Round’ – by Jahaziel)


The danger, I feel, with the single perspective portrayed by hip hop is that it affects young minds that grow up wanting that same lifestyle – the life of a hustler – even though the harsh realities of ‘ghetto life’ or working in the music industry would frighten the majority of us that buy into it. Hip hop repeatedly pushes messages through our moral and value filters and can get our heads bopping whether we agree with the lyrics or not (this might include how we view women, treat money, or even see God). It affects how we dress, who we hang out with, how we think and in a nutshell who we are. Another of my favourite rappers, ‘Shai-Linne’ (pronounced ‘Shy Lynn), summarises his view on why more conscience rap isn’t pushed forward by mainstream sources.

“The radio refuse to play stuff like this, cause they’re shady so they choose the unrighteous. They want your minds – vain guys long for power. Labels pay ’em to play the same five songs an hour. A lot ain’t even hot. In fact, I heard the same song so many times I almost forgot it was wack. When the same message is pumped repeatedly, maybe not immediately, but sooner or later the seed will be a tree.” (Song: Slow Down – Shai Linne ft. Eric)

We might not think that what we listen to affects us much, but in the same way that we are what we eat, we are what we listen to. I do hope this challenges you to think more about what your mind is absorbing however well articulated or nicely sounding. As much as I still love hip hop/rap music, I’m a huge advocate for more lyrically sound and conscience rappers like Lecrae, Shai Linne, S.O, Trip Lee, Jahaziel, Flame, Dwayne Tryumf and Guvna B to name a few.

Blessings 🙂

Mess (With Lyrics) – B.Reith

Lyrics:

Somebody get me out this mess I’m in
See I’ve been tryin’ to do the best I can
But I keep on stumblin’ over and over again
I ain’t got no more excuses for ya
All that I can say is sorry
Won’t you please come rescue me as quickly as you can

It’s crazy how far we go
Just to put a little gas in our ego
That’s what happens when your self esteem is low
We’ll do anything to get people to notice us I know
It’s tough but hey, imagine us throwin’ our lives away
Because we’re listenin’ to the voice inside that chants
Says we’ll never be significant if we can’t
Fit in so we get into all kinds of trouble tryin’ to be somebody we’re not
Since in the beginning we’ve been givin’ into the lie that says that we got
To keep up with the Jones’s or get left behind
So we end up in debt tryin’ to catch up it’s messed up
‘Cause ten years from now we can’t press rewind
I want to invest in what stands the test of time

Chorus

I’m so sick and tired of being down and out
Tryin’ to do what’s right but wrong keeps comin out
I keep on tryin to write but songs ain’t comin out
Plus now I’m getting older and time is runnin out I know,
Growth’s a process but I can’t see my progress
And I’m startin’ to feel that my labor’s in vain
So I hold on to the promise instead of my problems
Otherwise this stress is gonna drive me insane
Yes there’s more to life than workin’ 9 to 5
Buyin’ things that make you feel fuzzy inside
I tried it and it worked at first for five minutes
But left me in the cold to hang like icicles oh!
Now I’m froze like a popsicle
Feel’s like my mission’s impossible
I’m stuck up in a maze full of obstacles
Keep on ending where I’m not supposed to go

Chorus

I just want to be okay with who I am, not have to run away
I’m so tired of trends I can’t keep pretending
Playing these foolish games

Chorus