Who do you say I am – Poem

How many different ways, could I possibly explain?

And paint the same picture, with words that are plain?

You’ve marvelled at the signs, and you’ve come back to see miracles,

But still don’t understand the simple message at the pinnacle.

First things first, I AM the bread of life,

Feast up on my words, and be forever satisfied,

The thing you’ve been chasing, is just a façade,

It won’t satisfy your thirst, like a mirage.

Do not be afraid, I’m the light of the world,

The darkness will flee, as my light is unfurled,

Showing you the pathway, even through the valley of death,

I’m still there, your every prayer I have heard.

I AM the good shepherd, through good times or strife,

For the sake of my sheep, I would lay down my life,

All because of love, I was battered and bruised,

Inspired by my love, for both Gentiles and Jews.

So come into my presence, for I’m the only door,

And leave behind your baggage, and wonder no more,

Salvation is promised, to all who will enter,

Life to the fullest, with me at the centre.

I AM the only way, the truth and the life,

All other pathways, will lead you to strife,

The world offers hope, that is built in the sand,

But mine to the end, is the rock that will stand,

I AM the resurrection, and I AM the life,

I speak into darkness; and give it  new life,

I raised up Lazarus, and set him free,

To show God’s power, ingrained in me,

I AM the true vine; the gardener’s the Father,

He prunes and perfects, for his glory, and honour,

I AM that I AM, before time began,

Of all you have heard, who do you say I am?


©2018, by Gome – original poem

Originally shared on Heirs Magazine

2 Timothy 1 – Short Poem

As I gaze at the weight, of the task at hand,

And wonder how I could be part of the plan,

I’m timid and weak, my words often fail,

Lord, why would you not, just choose someone else?

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Someone with boldness, someone with faith,

Someone whose words, simply hold more weight,

Someone like Paul, who even in chains,

Still found a way, of proclaim your name,

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But Father forgive me! Forgetful man,

It’s not for my actions, or things I’ve done,

It’s only by grace, and only your love,

Your purpose revealed, through Jesus the man,

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Lord help us to stand, in this world full of sin,

As pressures to change, slowly weigh us in,

Clinging onto Christ, and his blood-drenched cross,

Your intimate love, at ultimate cost

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©2018, by Gome


Image Credit: Tom & Jerry Online

Best of 2017: Blog Info-graphics

Abstract: As we are fast approaching the end of another year, its time for another annual blog review. I wanted to take this opportunity to thank each one of you for being a part of my journey with Reposed Thought. Your engagement and encouragement have been invaluable, and spur me on as a writer, designer and poet. Many thanks.

With so much to learn from, to be thankful for and to be challenged by, here are the stats from 2017 – the stuff you really cared about. Enjoy.

God bless.

Top 10 Posts:

Top 10 Blog Posts

  1. RT Evening Standard nomination: Best new-comer April Fools!! Lesson One – don’t believe everything you read on 1st April. On the flip side, I had lots of fun listening to friends congratulate me before reading further.. 😀
  2. 20 Favourite Poetic One-Liners (Rhyming) A compilation of my favourite lines from poems that I’ve composed. Enjoy!
  3. Love Your Neighbour- Short Poem Written  to go with a sermon from the bible passage Matthew 22:34-40.
  4. Zambia: Day Eleven – Final Goodbye Day eleven of 12: Part of a daily photography journal I kept whilst visiting my home country, Zambia.
  5. Zambia: Day One – Welcome HomeDay one of 12: Excitement, anticipation, reality. All the initial reactions & emotions of visiting home after 5 years.
  6. Screen Watching on the Train Reflections on this generations growing and worrying mobile phone addiction
  7. Zambia: Day Two – Copperbelt Day two of 12: Returning to my home city after 5 years; such a good feeling!
  8. Zambia: Day Five – Last of Kitwe Day five of 12: After a few days on the Copperbelt Province, it was time to head back.   
  9. London Bishopsgate – Walking Tour Photographic tour with a friend in one of the capital’s high-rise districts, Bishopsgate.
  10. 7 Days in B&W 7 days, 7 photo’s in black and white; No people. No explanations.

Top 10 Countries:

Top 10 Countries

Visitors to the blog came from a grand total of 53 different countries in 2017.

Countries as wide ranging as Venezuela, Namibia, Solomon Islands and Bulgaria. Thank you!

Most Popular Month:

Most Popular Month

April was by far the busiest month this year. This is mainly because of the ‘April Fools’ post and the daily photo journal of my trip to Zambia, my home country.


Stay tuned for more content in 2018.

Happy New Year!


“The Lord is my shepherd; I shall not want.
He makes me lie down in green pastures.
He leads me beside still waters.
He restores my soul.”

PSALM 23

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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Dear London – Short Poem

Dear London and Manny, thank you for your spirit,

Through tragedy and trial, with love you pushed through it,

Those shocking, heart-breaking and gut-wrenching nights,

Of so few so cowardly, it begs the question “Why?”

Disastrous, unfathamable, careless-little-minds,

Descended on your streets, steeling from them many lives,

Demonically possessed, with intent to spread fear,

Instead were met with bravery, and love beyond compare,

Arising from the ashes, dusted off in defiance,

“Enough is enough!” Fear shall never define us,

Nor will it divide us, but bring us ever closer,

Lest victory be handed, to those mindless little loners,

In a game of top trumps, love triumphs over all,

Not acting like Pharisees, who’d look but ignore,

And to the many helpers, who acted on instinct,

Stared death in the face, yet helped without flinching,

Known to mind your business, the way you mind the gap,

Instead you flipped the script, with love unwrapped,

We thank you for you bravery, we thank you for your love,

Refreshing and brotherly, beyond and above.

“Anti-Social Media” – Short Poem

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The sun comes up as the birds sing and tweet,

First thing on her mind was an early morning treat.

Eggs, bacon, hash browns, on her plate they touch down,

Wants to feel loved, and spend time with those around.

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

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

‘Click, click, snap,’ was the sound of her phone cam,

Tiny little edit, then it hits Instagram.

5 minutes gone, and not a single response,

“Has anyone even noticed? Should my image be withdrawn?”

10 minutes in, a single like lit her face,

But all that did was hide her sad and lonely state.

As the day continued, she uploaded more selfies,

Trying to reassure herself that she was worthy.

Commutes into work, plugs herself into Spotify,

Ignores the whole world on her way to work a 9 to 5.

Job so intense, she needs Twitter to get through it,

Like an addict with a fix, she feels better when she do it.

Surface level chats with her colleagues and workmates,

“Nothing too deep mate, we don’t need a debate.”

Texts friends endlessly, to give her some company,

“Lol” and “lmao,” though she sits there quietly,

Boss thinks she’s working, when he sees her screens backdrop,

But when he’s out of site, she’s on Facebook on her laptop.

Overhears a big argument on train home, she was loving it!

“Live updates on Facebook, I could get a load of likes for this!”

Pretends she’s not listening, or plugged into some music,

Her online ‘followers’ found it quite amusing.

30, 40 likes. And all this within an hour,

Gets home, has dinner and then a quick shower,

Then rushes for her phone, as though there’s no tomorrow,

Moments spent with others, replaced by comments, likes and follows.

What happened to the days when friends would meet up in person?

Instead of hide behind screens, like backstage behind a curtain.

Lets stop! Unplug and enjoy, as life comes at a premium,

And stop wasting our lives on this ‘anti-social media.’

© 2015, by Gome

“Tales of an Introvert” – Short Poem

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Background: As I reclined late last Monday night and listened to Lupe Fiasco’s ‘Little Death’ instrumental, words gradually formed in my mind and a week and a half later, this is the result. Enjoy! Note: This is not the experience of everyone that would consider themselves an introvert.


As I sit and reminisce on a day gone by,

I’m left reeling, wishing “maybe I could turn back time?”

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.

Feeling lost and alone like a dog without a bone,

Or better yet, a centre-back that’s not marking his zone,

Outcast, like a rapper that’s not flashing his chrome,

Though his got it in abundance, and everybody knows.

World seems like a puzzle that my piece won’t fit,

Say I’m shy and retiring, or I just don’t fit,

The world seems like a stage for those that are extroverted,

The thoughts of an introvert, poetically illustrated.

Opportunities to say things on the tip of my tongue,

When placed in a group, my head slowly drops to the ground,

Like a number in the crowd, feel I’m lost and can’t be found,

So I scramble for my scrapbook to ink thoughts down.

I recharge in solitude, for there lies my fortress,

Walks, music or books, the places I find my fortunes,

Acceptance not needed, I can be who I am,

For God loves me enough, he even came as a man.

Introverts such as Ghandi, Abe Lincoln and Einstein,

All well known thinkers, notable in their lifetimes,

So I don’t need to change how my image is portrayed,

For I know that I’m “fearfully and wonderfully made.”

© 2015, by Gome


“I praise you because I am fearfully and wonderfully made”

Psalm 139:14

“Poor man’s tale” – Short Poem

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Background: Inspired by an experience I had a few weeks ago when I walked passed two beggars who asked for money. My response was to politely say “sorry” and walk past. The thing is, I knew I had £5 in my pocket, but I made the assumption (like a lot of people, unless I’m alone) that they would use it for other illicit or unlawful means than food. But what if I was wrong? This poem challenges my prejudices from their perspective.


The lights shine bright in the city that never sleeps,

Yet as one of its sons, my heart and soul weeps,

World whizzes on by in its gluttonous deceit,

Not caring that the life within me slowly seeps.

Harsh winter, cold nights, begging others for mercy,

My existence unnoticed, and it really does hurt me,

Pretending to look busy, they ignore and walk past,

Left asking myself “how long will this pain last?”

Justifying their position, they assume I’m an addict,

Not knowing I’ve been clean for weeks, maybe a dozen?

Don’t judge me, I beg, as we’ve only just met,

A day in my shoes, you’ll say it’s much harder, I bet.

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

Abandoned in negligence, considered irrelevant,

It’s harsh and its dark, looking out for fresh hope,

Instead of being caught up in the snare of blazing dope.

Just halt for a minute! Let me make this clear,

It’s not all my fault the reason that I am here,

If changes could be made, then believe me I would,

But for now, please view me the best way that you could.

© 2015, by Gome

“Mindless Violence” – Short Poem

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As blade sinks deep into another brothers soul,
Story of Cain and Abel comes right back to the fore.
When brother hates brother enough to end his life,
Why do we choose this pathway that leads us into strife?
Blood on his hands as he flees the scene and weeps,
Him and his boys scamper and behind leave the deceased,
Started out as kids stealing pepsi cans and sweets,
But nowadays being stopped and asked questions by police.
Head bowed to the ground wishing no-one ever noticed him,
As judge tries to work out what on earth his motive is,
Barely raised his head as the final sentence is passed,
“25 to life!” But how long will this kid last?
Another young life now wastes behind bars,
If only he’d seen sense before it got this far,
The crew that once followed him are nowhere to be found,
The only bit of company? The four walls that surround.
I write this as a plea to end this mindless violence,
On behalf of my brothers who died in brutal silence,
I pray that as society we’ll heed the words of Jesus,
To love and treat each other as nothing less than equals.
He doesn’t just end there, and goes a little further,
Saying to hate somebody is to commit murder,
Instead of sit and judge another man’s senseless act,
I pray “Father forgive me, my own selfish heart.”
© 2015, by Gome

The Angry Sharpness Monster

Background: Sharpness is a village in Gloucestershire county, England and is the location for my final year architecture project. This short fictional story is the result of a day-long story telling workshop which pushed our imaginations to create weird and wonderful stories. Here’s mine.

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Dissolute! That’s the only way to describe it,
Nothing much to do there you could hardly even hide it.
But scratch under its surface and there lay vast opportunity,
A story told of fisherman Trevor and his near bravery.

Not much sleep was had as he set off at break of dawn,
The thought of being at sea always had his attention drawn.
Off he went red eyed and yawning like a hippo,
Under the iron bridge, through the lock and past the silo.

As mist and fog lay low over the Severn’s near horizon,
He suddenly steered violently to prevent a near collision.
“What was that,” he anxiously muttered under his breath,
As the sea arose he feared he’d capsize to his imminent death.

A dark slithering shadow appeared in the deep blue waters,
A moment of sheer panic replaced by thoughts of his wife and daughters.
With forearm over his brow, eyes squinting to try and see,
He finally realised what the mass in the river could be.

For years he’d heard tales of the beast that lay beneath,
Claiming the lives of fishermen with its gigantic teeth.
He would ordinarily pass these tales off as nothing new,
Or tales by blokes at the country club who’d simply ‘had a few’.

He charged back through the lock with monster in close pursuit,
Back under the iron bridge he tried to remain resolute.
So dark he couldn’t find his barring’s using the tall cranes,
He felt lost and trapped, like being bound in iron chains.

Only weapon on board was a plank and fishing rod,
But how would that challenge such a creature so thick and broad?
Up and down the canal his eyes rapidly browsed,
Knowing the anger of the Sharpness Monster had been aroused.

Suddenly! All fell silent and the waters remarkably calm,
And all he could hear was the voice of his nagging mum.
For just as all within him wanted to yell and scream,
He awoke relieved realising he’d simply had a bad dream.

(By Gome, 2014)