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Violence, Violence

In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Dear Leader.”

Today’s The Daily Post’s prompt, “Dear Leader”, states: If your government (local or national) accomplishes one thing this year, what would you like that to be?

My poetic response to that post deviates a bit and addresses not any government or nation in particular, but our collective humanity at-large. Thanks for reading, cheers!

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Violence, Violence

Violence, Violence, you consume the soul,

Tainting it black, from which there’s no parole.

Every Life is a gift so profound,

Not to be snatched on a hunting ground.

Anger and Arrogance,

Bigotry and Ignorance,

Rancor and blood-thirst,

Ignite you with a kiss to exist.

But, Violence, Violence, your nature revealed,

A glutton who is never fulfilled.

How then to deem you ceased,

And tame this ravenous beast?

We lay sight onto what we share,

We lay sight onto the Humanity we bare.

We lay sight onto this world so vast,

Filled with beauty so unsurpassed.

We lay sight onto the soaring birds,

We lay sight onto the animal herds.

We lay sight onto this world so bountiful,

Other than which there’s nothing more powerful.

We lay sight onto the waters’ that surround,

We lay sight onto the ground that abound.

We lay sight onto the skies that shelter,

Nowhere else can we find something better.

We are but a speck with a brief flicker in time,

We will shine and commit no crime.

Radiate love and shun off hate,

We will mend and meld as one, to create a better fate.

Violence, Violence, your time is nearing an end,

We have been blind but it’s no more a trend,

With our sight we soon will acquiesce,

A world absent You, A world brimmed with Peace.

Surely, Sherley

Copyright © Sherley J. Edinbarough (Surely, Sherley and/or SurelySherley), May 30th, 2015.
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“Enveloped”

In response to The Daily Post’s weekly photo challenge: “Enveloped.”

Enveloped buds, awaiting a bloom. May, 2015. Brownsville, Texas, U.S.A. Copyright © Sherley J. Edinbarough (Surely, Sherley and/or SurelySherley), 2015.
Enveloped buds, awaiting a bloom.
May, 2015. Brownsville, Texas, U.S.A. Copyright © Sherley J. Edinbarough (Surely, Sherley and/or SurelySherley), 2015.

Draped with love,

Held tightly to nurture the life within,

In a hard casing that fits like a glove,

Although it appears to be thin.

Many a Moon passes, Sun scorches, Rain pours, Winds challenge,

Steadfast the bonds remain,

Bearing no damage,

In an envelope until life ruptures absent pain.

– Surely, Sherley

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Copyright © Sherley J. Edinbarough (Surely, Sherley and/or SurelySherley), 2015.

WP Photo Challenge: “Broken”

In response to The Daily Post’s weekly photo challenge: “Broken.”

Life knows no bounds.”

Back in September of 2014 I posted a picture of my driveway. It had a large crack in the pavement, with weeds growing from it. I believe this is a good example of “Broken” for this week’s challenge. Please check out, “Life knows no bounds” from last September. Thanks for visiting! All comments are welcomed. Cheers!

Copyright © Sherley J. Edinbarough (Surely, Sherley and/or SurelySherley), 2014. Grass growing between cracks in the cement pavement.
Copyright © Sherley J. Edinbarough (Surely, Sherley and/or SurelySherley), 2014.
Grass growing between cracks in the cement pavement.

Broken, yet a threshold for life.

The image of grass growing between the cracks in the cement pavement of my driveway got me thinking. What does it truly mean to “persist”, to “have tenacity”, to “survive”?

Most of us are used to seeing the image of certain plants protruding from our driveways, and we think, “there goes the smooth pavement!” Our instinct is to reach for a can of “Weed Killer’ and to spray the plants out of existence. Normally,  I too would do just that.

But today, it made me ponder of how even a large slab of cement is not a barrier for these plants. How beneath the layers, this one life can penetrate outwards, survive and thrive, making the pavement its own.

It made me realize, how often in life, we tend to be suppressed by boundaries. That too, self imposed, more often than not. How we let ourselves be limited, and refuse to challenge, outgrow, thrive. From the dawn of time, to “persist”, and to “have tenacity” IS to survive. Then why along the way do we sometimes choose to limit ourselves, to settle, to let rejections and “no’s” define us?

If this one plant can break through the hold of a barrier of cement and not only survive but thrive, then we too can break the holds and grow. Why linger on the “no’s” and rejections and negativity behind something not going as we had wished?

We can instead take a leaf from this plant’s book and choose to actively be the one who is in control of our own journey.

Keep persisting, be tenacious, and one day, we too can emerge from our barriers, and survive, nay, thrive, making our life, truly our own.

Because remember, “life knows no bounds.”

Surely, Sherley

Copyright © Sherley J. Edinbarough (Surely, Sherley and/or SurelySherley), 2014.

A Sunflower and The Bee

Copyright © Sherley J. Edinbarough (Surely, Sherley and/or SurelySherley), 2015.
May, 2015. Brownsville, Texas, U.S.A. Copyright © Sherley J. Edinbarough (Surely, Sherley and/or SurelySherley), 2015.

In a hustle n’ bustle the world spins around,

Tis’ no matter for this Bee n’ his flower,

Sun blazin’, or rain pourin’ with thunder’s sound,

Without the nectar he takes no cover.

Buzz, Buzz, from flower to flower he jumps,

Pavin’ way for yet more flowers to sprout,

Even as I near to catch a glimpse,

In his goal he stays so devout.

Copyright © Sherley J. Edinbarough (Surely, Sherley and/or SurelySherley), 2015.

Life of a student

Life of a student

Into the jungle we go,

Where we hear the lion roar.

What are we to do,

But to rise up and soar.

Day and night we work,

To try and stay afloat,

Duly stuck behind a desk,

Clung to a dream so devote.

With the end in mind glued,

And dreams piled on,

We sit with reality skewed,

Becoming a lonely pawn.

When then can we shed,

This muted race,

And leave back what we dread,

To look upon a pleasant face,

During a coffee break?

– Surely, Sherley

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Copyright © Sherley J. Edinbarough (Surely, Sherley and/or SurelySherley), 2014.

“Soul”

I dedicate this poem to my dear little brother, Arnold, whom we lost 17 years back, when he was only an infant. Not a day goes by without his thought, and not a day goes by where we don’t rejoice his life. Although he was only in our lives for a mere four months, his love, strength, and smile has lasted since. We love you, Sunny, you were and forever are a Sunshine in this big sister’s life.

Love,

your “Akkum”

Copyright © Sherley J. Edinbarough (Surely, Sherley and/or SurelySherley), 2014.
My younger brother, Arnold, with my mother back in 1996. Copyright © Sherley J. Edinbarough (Surely, Sherley and/or SurelySherley), 2014.

“Soul”

I search the soul of my brother,

Which we had lost forever.

I search for it at moonlight,

And at the day break of sunlight.

I believe that he is with God and angels,

Exuding laughter that mimics the sound of bangles.

This soul passes through the gentle breeze,

And runs up and down through the blue seas.

It passes through the green meadows,

And slides through the dark shadows.

He speaks with angels on his way,

Which I cannot see by my own way.

This soul hears the clouds thundering,

With the rain water pouring.

This soul senses what I cannot,

But it touches all my thoughts.

Our life is a temporary show,

But the heavenly souls take an eternal glow.

Even though I cannot see his soul,

His memories fill the void and make me whole.

– Surely, Sherley

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Copyright © Sherley J. Edinbarough (Surely, Sherley and/or SurelySherley), 2014.

“Uyir”- My instrumental composition

Here’s an instrumental composition of mine that’s dear to my heart. Hope you enjoy.

Fun Fact: “Uyir” means “Life” in the language, Tamil, a Dravidian language spoken around the globe but primarily in the Indian state of Tamil Nadu.

Copyright © Sherley J. Edinbarough (Surely, Sherley and/or SurelySherley), 2012.