Along with stories, I have for most of my life, enjoyed writing poetry. Some ok, some bad, some terrible, and once in a long while, a winner. You be the judge, and please leave constructive feed back.

Monday, October 7, 2013

Finding Peace

Finding Peace

What is Peace
  I thought to know
If I must find it
  where do I go?
Do I find it
  in Nature serene?
Or in the depths
  of the forest green?
Is peace a place
  yet to be found
Or in a quiet room
  with barely a sound?
Is there a mountain
  that I must climb?
That I may find it
  and make it mine?
Or in the blue
  of the ocean deep?
Or only in the night
  when I sleep?
I looked for peace
  in the midnight sky.
Beneath the stars
  so bright, so high.
I found that peace
  which can be seen,
Is not the only
  peace we need.

There has to be
  a peace with in.
That is where
  real peace begins.
Not from running
  from all care,
It must be God
  who puts it there.
Then true peace,
  we each can feel,
An inner peace,
  forever real.
Peace that soothes
  our heart and mind.
Peace that lasts us
  through all time.
Peace that gets us
  past deaths door,
To peace in heaven
  Forever more.

(c) James L. Frady 2000

A Man From The Sea

A Man From The Sea

A salute, my friend
To all the men
That cast their lot upon the sea
To all who dare
To go out there
To pit their strength against the deep

From days of old
When men so bold
Rode ships of wood across the brine
Till modern days
And newer ways
Find men that ride in ships of iron

A tempest there
Is never fair
And ever leaves you shaken
The storms you’ll fight
Throughout the night
And un-rested you’ll awaken

I’ve ridden out storms
And fought the sea
A slave against its master
And Davey Jones
Will claim his own
But friend, I was the faster

So now I stand
Upon the land
And look back on my travels
The sea was a fiend
A brother, a friend
Then suddenly a rival

(c) 1991 James L. Frady

Wednesday, May 1, 2013

A Year in Nature

Give me a quiet lane, an old and seldom travelled road
Give me a quiet moment, and there I'll lose my load
Give me quiet footsteps, the crunch of new fallen snow
Give me the lonely forest, for it's there I long to go.

Take me to a green meadow, a carpet of soft grass
Take me where wild flowers bloom, and a cool breeze flows past
Take me to the mountains, with laurel and rhododendron blooms
Take me out to the wilderness to smell their sweet perfumes.

Show me the far Blue Mountains, misty, peaceful and still
Show me the shaded valleys, and let me drink my fill
Show me stranded beaches, surf and sand and wind
Show me the salty water and the sun upon my skin

Give me a dappled forest, with every shade and hue
Give me crisp cool mornings, and rest long overdue
Give me harvest apples, and a walk ‘neath the rustling boughs
Give me Frost and frost, as the chilly breezes blow.

A Year
Give me the year in bucolic glory
Take me where I see nature’s story
Show me the simple the basic and true
Give me freedom and nothing to do.

(c) James Lee Frady  1/31/2013