Best Surly Poems


Premium Member Every Dog Starts As a Surly Cur

Every Dog Starts As A Surly Cur


Earth seeds its own laments
worn shepherds in torn tents
Sheep living in deep sleep
a tramp never earns his keep

Lone tree shades bare ground
hare rests but not the hound
Path sets so many hideous traps
children need more long naps

Adults seek much more pleasure
ignoring love's greatest treasure
Always more power grows deeper mad
selfish desires fertilize the bad

Earth bears its bitter fruit
dog puppies, so soft and cute
Man races he knows not where
every dog starts as a surly cur

Robert J. Lindley... 2014

Premium Member A Gloomy Weather

The rainy season arrives
Today we have a gloomy and surly weather
It makes me feel heavy and depressed
Spaced out 
Fed up
Finally retreat to a confinement 
To avoid being wet out
The bustle and hustle of the outside 
Being blocked out
An inner self is left 
I feel somewhat alone and lost 
Am l really alone
Of course not
I then think of my loved ones
I then think of God 
Who is ever ready to attend to us

Premium Member Surly Your Goodness Lord--

Surely your goodness
Lord
Surely
And all of your unfailing love;

Goodness and mercy
Your goodness and mercy;
Shall follow me always, for the rest of my life;

I will, I will O God pursue you;
And it's you oh Lord I'll follow;
All the days of my life,
All the days of my life,
Trust and obey your ways...
I will follow you today, always;
So that I will live in the house of the Lord forever;

6/24/19
Psalm 23:6 
written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2019©
From Anthology “ Intermittent Praises”


Premium Member The Surly Sort

Semblance veneer, a city's fear,
cadence for ears, all who are brave.
The rash of feet, like fleeing deer,
No rest until their souls are saved.
Canyons of steel and glass allow,
crossed windowed eyes that do not trust.
The same old story comes hollow
to the unconcerned, just like us.
Smack the facade, a headstrong plea,
from lack of yield on some cold ground.
For every crack, a fantasy,
and from each step, a hollow sound.
It's the snare of the promising,
the hit mode of the undeterred.
Not lacking the street-racked sounding,
by one, to be observed.
A thousand fearless and one bold fictions,
soles worn thin against the gray.
A pledge for their inclinations,
conquer another taxing day.
Bang the surface, a steady feat,
A benchmark of yearning we hold.
To gain a spot on this grand street,
Not to be measured with the old,
the failed, shattered, and the muted.
Who fell before they gained their goal?
We grow and push, we're not routed,
metro's our will, no claim, no hold.
Smash the dumb mask, a damnation,
It's evidence of what we face.
We tread ahead, we don't question,
Our nature molds a nonstop pace.
In this arcade, snakes slithered maze,
We find our meaning, find our grace.
Rest our weary bones on some chaise,
We're winning in this urban race.
Stalked digi-miles to cough out debt,
found in scruffy leather and frayed.
'Hail Mary' caused tears as they wept,
bills paid, I'm made whole, time for trade.

Premium Member SURLY WILL-

admis the high hierarchy 
a meeting of laden minds
corrupted  abiding in their authority, 
power selfless importance bind
We manage our own doom
Doomsday is our focus
Eternity is our home
Destruction future flits history


3/24/26
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2026©

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