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.

Sunday, December 27, 2015

To Our (not so) Honorable Representatives:

To Our (not so) Honorable Representatives:

You think you can do
Whatever you want
And ignore all the people
Who are telling you “don’t!”
Your agenda is all that
Matters to you
So you lie through your teeth
And think we are fools.

The people are on
To you and your game.
We’re tired of your mocking
And calling us names;
Your shady little deals
Behind closed doors,
And all of those betrayals.
We’re now keeping score.

Our children’s education
Was up for bid.
And our schools are getting worse
From the thing you did
“No Child Left Behind”
And “Common Core”
While critical thinking and logic
Are tossed out the door.

Our children are victims
And their future is bleak.
Many can’t read
And their math skills are weak.
But you don’t care
Your plan is going swell!
While our children and country
Are going to Hell.

An American citizen
Can’t find a career,
They kept looking for jobs
But there aren’t any here.
For Americans, that is,
There are plenty to find
If you’re illegal and sneaked in
Across the line.

Or if you have a visa
To come for a job,
And will work for pennies
While Americans are robbed
Of their future, their hopes,
Their dignity and pride.
We know who’s done this
And there’s nowhere to hide.

You tell us we’re safe
That terrorist can’t come
Into our workplace,
Our schools, or our homes.
But we see that’s a lie
Again and again
And now you go crazy
And invite them right in.

While you bring in refugees,
Terrorist in disguise,
With political correctness
You cover your lies.
Trying to shames us
Into submission and silence
But we are tired of that game
And your unending arrogance

You think you can repeal
And take away our rights
You say you’re not in day
But pass laws at night
Then say things like “hate speech”
Is all you intend
To curtail so that no one
Can say words that offend

The whole purpose of having
The freedom to speak
Is the right to say things
That offend or critique;
To voice your opinion
Whether it be right or wrong
To say it out loudly,
Or in print, or in song

Then you look down your noses
And condescend
And want to take away
Our right to defend
By claiming “it’s better
For the children, you see”
When it’s obvious you care nothing
For them or me.

We refuse to give in,
And let you take our guns
And yet you act like you can do it
Without permission.
But don’t ever try it,
By law, force, or sword.
Remember what happened
At Lexington and Concord!

You search all our data.
You comb all our files,
And monitor phone calls,
And track all our miles
The fourth amendment,
You’ve thrown out the door
And you think we’ll get over it,
If you just do it some more.

We’re all on a watchlist,
If we ever dared say
That something is wrong
With you treating Americans this way
Or if we spoke out against
The Tyrant-in-Chief
And called out our congress
As liars and thieves.

You treat all our veterans
Like worn out machines
While you ride around
In black limousines.
You sent them to fight,
But when they returned,
And needed your help
Their claims were all spurned

They need all the benefits
That were promised to them
They deserve to be helped,
Not delayed or condemned
Respect and honor
And healthcare are their due
But we see that honor
Means nothing to you.

I could go on, there’s
So much more to say,
About how you all
Have gone out of your way,
How you lie, cheat, and steal
To gain more control
To kill all our freedoms
And to accomplish your goals.

You think you can do
Anything that you please,
But the day is coming
We won’t be appeased.
We know where we stand
And we know what you’ve done
There’s no hiding, your actions
Are laid bare to the sun

We’re coming and somehow
We’ll take our land back
We’ll withstand your lies
And every attack
We’ll do whatever
It takes to prevail
Our fight for our freedoms
Will never fail.

©James L. Frady 12/27/2015

Saturday, December 26, 2015

Cherokee Moonlight

The moon shines on the Cherokee homeland
Across the ancient rolling hills
Down deep valleys and misty hollows
On rippling streams and flowing rivers
Deep black shadows hiding secrets
Superstitions are born and grow
Sounds in darkness creeping closer
Trees reach out with skeletal hands
Padded feet on shaded pathways
Stalking, creeping, ready to pounce
Sleek fur shining, reflecting moonlight
Primal power ever ready to spring
Gray fur trembling, hiding, waiting
Hoping the killer passes by
A sudden sound and lightning fast
Violent and deadly the night hunter strikes
Whispering wings gliding through  darkness
A lonely hoot in a great old oak
That rings through the forrest, eerie, filling
the still black night with deep hollow echoes.
No answer comes but the owl hoots again
The moon shadows move imperceptibly slow
Night crawls on in the timeless vale
A million nights have passed before
The moon shines down, a breeze picks up
The trees sway in rhythm to an unheard tune
Whispered through the gray bare limbs. 
A song as old as the mountain nights
It whispers words of darkness and beauty
And tells of life and the cycle of death
How some must die that some may live
And soulless nature marches on
Legends and memories haunt these hills
They find new life on moonlit nights
When nameless beasts hide in the shadows
And move about at the edge of vision.
Half seen and half imagined
Half remembered from buried memories
They stalk through dreams and sleepless nights
Always there waiting, watching, real or not
The moon shines on the Cherokee homeland
Across the ancient rolling hills
Down deep valleys and misty hollows
On rippling streams and flowing rivers
Deep black shadows hiding secrets
Superstitions are born and grow
Sounds in darkness creeping closer
Trees reach out with skeletal hands

(c) James Lee Frady 12/26/2015