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.

Saturday, January 25, 2014


This poem was written after going to Chicago with my daughter last year.  It is made up of a collage of images that I saw and felt while there.  I had thought I had posted this before but it's not here, so now I am adding it.


Grey skies
low clouds like a ceiling
dreary fog
Excited feelings

Bitter cold
Icy wind cuts and blows
howling through the streets
Grey skies spitting snow

Always on the go
Start and stop traffic flow
Echoing canyons of streets
Taxis fly and horns blow

Tall grey
Concrete and glass
Buildings reflecting
The people who pass

Modern buildings
Blocky and square
And older ones
With their Gothic flair

Past and future
And present meet
Blending and clashing 
on the grid work streets

People rushing
And brushing past
Stiff against the cold
Going somewhere fast

the people are busy
crowds ebb and flow
buses, cars, and taxis
stop start and go

A busy town
With work to be done
Schedules to meet
Businesses to run

Lofty majestic 
Solemn and high
Hancock and Willis 
Look down from the sky

A city to see
From above in the night
Arteries of traffic 
A galaxy of lights

People moving 
Streets aglow
Darkness above
Golden lights below

Icy Ancient lake
Deep, grey and cold
Rolling to the shore
for ages untold

Ancient shorelines
now modern concrete
waves are patient
and continue their beat

City of secrets
though shiny and bright
homeless under bridges
shiver in the night

Panhandlers and beggars
Reach out as you pass
They pause on their cell phone
"Got a dollar? " they ask.

Shiny streets 
Cold and black
I'm not staying 
But I will be back.

Bitter cold
Icy wind cuts and blows
City of Big Shoulders 
City whose surface glows

(c) James Lee Frady 1/25/2014

Wednesday, January 15, 2014

Full Wolf Moon

Full Wolf Moon

Clouds cross the face of the Full Wolf Moon
In the deep of a winter’s night
Alone in the dark I stare at its face
And cast my eyes on its silvery light
Shadows, soft as a lullaby
Drift across the frozen ground.
Trees as black as the dark abyss
Stand silent all around.
A hollow breeze in the valley below
Moans through the forest sublime
Chilling my bones with fears unknown
From irrational ancient times
I drift in spirit through ages past
To ancestral tribal bands
Struggling through winters long and cold
Lean, and empty, on the frozen land
Wolves howling on moonlit nights
Starving and waiting outside
For someone to wander too far from the lodge
Or the remains of something that died.
Howls in the pale lunar glow
In the shadows of snow-laden trees
Wolves on the night of the Full Wolf Moon
Stalking us through our memories.

(c) James Lee Frady 1/15/2014