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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.

This Enchanting Night

May, 2015. Brownsville, Texas, U.S.A. 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.

To all you fellow hopeless romantics, who’d sooner part with slumber than miss a rain filled thundery night, hope you enjoy this ode:

It’s a warm summer night,

Under the veil of dusk I write.

The sound of thunder echo through the darkness,

The flickering of lightening reveal the hidden.

Thick storm of clouds blanket this gloom,

Drop by drop spills, the rain.

A faint glimmer of light sheds, the street lamp,

Through the window I gaze upon this sight.

Not a soul wanders outside,

All cozily nestled from nature’s charm.

The dawn is yet hours away,

This night makes its presence known.

Slumber has been chased away,

Can’t much miss to lay upon its arms,

When the magic of this night has me bound.

Surely, Sherley

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

The Silver Crown: A Wedding Anniversary Tribute

Today is my beloved parents’ 25th Silver Wedding Anniversary! 

It’s a special day, and I would like to give them a small tribute through a poem. Through these 25 years, they have met with struggles and successes alike, and through it all, one thing that never changed, is the love they have for each other. After work, when they come back home, without fail, both of them sit together at the breakfast table and share each other’s day. They shared the good, the bad and all the grays that happened that day, while they sipped on a cup of coffee or tea, having no secrets. Nothing makes me happier than to know that, no matter what goes on in the world, or with each other, they have a strong commitment, love and trust in each other. I can honestly say, through all these years, I have never seen two people more in love with the other and two people who are each other’s best friend. I love you both very much, and I thank you deeply for showing me what true love looks like. Wishing you many, many, more wonderful years together.

Cheers, Mom and Dad (Anbu and Edin)!

The Silver Crown

Once upon a time in a land far, far, away,

There lived, Edin, a brave, handsome, young, man.

He worked hard and let nothing get in his way.

With humility, he bowed to God’s plan.

He read books and sought knowledge,

He worked out and became chiseled,

He became an Engineer after college,

He became Mr. Coimbatore and the crowd whistled.

He soared the skies as a fighter pilot,

He charmed the folk with his speech.

For him many a girls formed a riot,

But for a Princess he did beseech.

As his greatest gift, God did create,

Such a Princess, Anbu, who surpassed all other.

Although she grew up on a golden plate,

She was down to Earth like no other.

Her beauty was soft and delicate,

Her heart, pure and just.

Her speech was kind and eloquent,

She captured with her angel dust.

For knowledge she did thirst,

After college, as a teacher she did serve.

In everything she did, she became versed.

Her love was something to preserve.

Upon seeing this fair Princess,

Our Edin became spell bound.

For her hand he sought fearless,

As he knew he has found something profound.

Surrounded by family and friends,

They became Husband and Wife.

In tying the knot they donned a new lens.

To journey together, in this walk of life.

Through the time, the tears were few,

The laughter abound,

They went to three from two.

Their life became a joyful parade ground.

Through struggles and triumphs,

They remained together,

They knew their love will overcome all trials.

They couldn’t go a day without the other.

Twenty five glorious years has passed,

Reaching this milestone is not slight.

Their bond has proven to last,

And it shines strong and bright.

Their love has made the kingdom glow,

Their commitment, sacrifice, and care too,

And this day the Heavens bestow,

A Silver Crown, which is rightfully due.

With great happiness we all exult,

To wish this couple a journey sustained.

In another twenty five years we will exalt,

This stellar couple with a Golden Crown, proclaimed.

– Surely, Sherley

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

The Infamous Door

The Infamous Door

Here’s a comical poem portraying a household, pesky and painful, occurrence we are all too familiar with.

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

Darkness, darkness, everywhere,

Not a streak of light I see anywhere.

Into shadows I have taken form,

My existence I can’t quite confirm.

With my arms reaching out ahead,

Through the dark I lightly tread.

Each step placed in doubt,

As if by magic a hole will sprout.

My imagination running amok,

Startled by every stroke of the clock.

Ghosts, Goblins, Spirits may Be,

But what’s to fear is a door, you see!

With my foot I lead and go,

Into the door I jam my toe!

– Surely, Sherley

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

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.

For your Smile

For your Smile

Running a mile, just to see you smile.

Holding a blink, to never miss a flick.

In your sight, I lose my might.

Weak in the knees, lost in your eyes.

My heart pounds, breaking all bounds.

I hold my breath, with time’s breadth.

When you speak, I’m pulled to peek,

Into your heart, where we’re never apart.

– Surely, Sherley

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

A Poem tributing a Mother’s love- “Truth”

All mothers deserve to be acknowledged every day of the year. A mother’s love is a true blessing which lasts forever and nothing is more valuable than a mother’s love for her children, and no relationship can ever be as innate or profound. Although Mother’s Day was several days back, there really shouldn’t be only one day of the year for us to acknowledge and make our Mothers feel appreciated, so I thought I could write her a poem today; an ordinary Friday. I can’t begin thanking the good Lord enough for blessing me with such a sweet, thoughtful, creative, hardworking, and loving mother. I also pray to our Lord to grant her a long, peaceful, and happy life. One of the greatest joys in my life is having her as my mother and my treasured friend. So, here’s to you, Amma.

Copyright © Sherley J. Edinbarough (Surely, Sherley and/or SurelySherley), 2014.
Pictured, my Mother and I, almost 20 years ago, enjoying the cool, morning dews on the terrace, of rainy and green Pollachi, Tamilnadu, India. Copyright © Sherley J. Edinbarough (Surely, Sherley and/or SurelySherley), 2014.

It has never been more profound,

A life time of “truth” I have found.

Our relationship is a very special bond,

Which can never be like a dry pond.

You are so much to me, mother,

The “truth” of my love for you is like no other.

You are a person I will always treasure,

Throughout my life, now, and forever.

You guided me like a light,

And inspired me to read and write.

Without God’s help we can never be wise,

Our inner “truth” needs to be pious and nice.

I do not know what I would do,

If in my life I have never seen you.

Let us not forget the “truth” of the love we share,

About each other, as we family we care.

Sometimes we would argue and shout at each other,

But most of the time we would get along with each other.

Some things keep changing and some stay the same,

But the “truth” of our love will remain an ever-glowing flame.

– 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.