Archive for ‘Frank’

October 23, 2021

Haunting

by Frank Hubeny

My memory is like gray rolling hills
where smoke and ash and haunting dragons hide
the sins I have forgotten through my pride
and could repeat should pleasure offer thrills.
The consequences though would give me chills
were I aware. Main paths are much too wide.
The narrow one’s too slippery? May I slide
into the hands of God whose Spirit fills.

Linda Kruschke offers new Paint Chip phrases for this week’s octave. Eugenia offers “haunting” as her Thursday Prompt.

October 21, 2021

Garden

by Frank Hubeny

Reject deception. Walk in light.
Have fellowship and know what’s true.
Let’s show it in the things we do.
Don’t stumble through the dark of night.
Confess: we haven’t done what’s right.
We’ve stained ourselves repeatedly.
They ate the fruit. In turn are we
blocked from entering the garden.
Blood brings righteousness and pardon.
It cleanses. Jesus cleanses me.


Ronovan Hester offers the rhyme word “garden” to be used in a D line of a décima having rhyme pattern ABBAACCDDC for this week’s challenge. I am thinking of 1 John 1.

October 15, 2021

Afterglow

by Frank Hubeny

The afterglow is pleasant, but the night
that follows buries me with guilty stress.
A spirit rock lacks any means to bless.
It offers stuff a ghost might hint brings light.
I want what’s moral, truly moral, right.
No grizzly olive branch can clean this mess.
It’s dark. I’ve lost my way so I confess,
again, and may this time my way stay bright.

Eugenia offers “afterglow” for this week’s prompt. Linda Kruschke offers new paint chip words for a continuation of a poem of octaves. I used “spirit rock”, “ghost”, “grizzly” and “olive branch” which continues Unknown Sin.

October 14, 2021

Verve

by Frank Hubeny

The foolish ones presume to know
but they’ve no grounds to say what’s true
denying Truth, an odd worldview.
Consistency’s the first to go.
Coherence fails to save their show.
Unfortunately filled with nerve
they preach their faithless thoughts with verve.
Then demons sugarcoat their grim
conceptions as their minds grow dim
forgetting Whom they’re here to serve.


Ronovan Hester offers the rhyme word “verve” to be used in the C-line of a décima having rhyme pattern ABBAACCDDC for this week’s challenge. I am thinking of Psalm 14.

October 10, 2021

Unknown Sin

by Frank Hubeny

It’s bittersweet recalling unknown sin
provided there’s repentance at the end
that offers peace that a clean heart can tend
to find the righteous path and try again.
Without that bramble our new hearts may win
to change direction, toss our current trend,
and find the narrow way around the bend
that lets at last the Holy Spirit in.

Linda Kruschke continues with “octaves” in her weekly Paint Chip Challenge.

October 8, 2021

Autumn

by Frank Hubeny

On autumn walks through falling leaves
we offer gratitude and praise.
This gift of life within cleaned hearts
caresses us through all our days.


Eugenia offers for this week thprompt “Autumn”. I am thinking of Psalm 51:10 when David asks the Lord to create in him a clean heart.

October 7, 2021

Sweep

by Frank Hubeny

Breathe over me. I want to hear
Your saving Words. With hyssop sweep
my heart so endless joy I’ll keep.
Your Holy Spirit’s ever near.

I humbly bend my listening ear
obeying what You have to say.
I praise You through the end of day
inhaling Spirit with each breath
in gratitude till at my death
the path to You leads where I’ll stay.


Ronovan Hester offers the rhyme word “sweep” to be used in a B rhyme of a décima having rhyme pattern ABBAACCDDC for this week’s challenge. I am thinking of Psalm 51.

September 29, 2021

Bright

by Frank Hubeny

The storm has passed. The sky is bright.
A rainbow rises from the sea.
It’s stopped by clouds eventually,
but in the sky’s a sail that’s white.
We’re thankful for this gift of light.
Our gratitude pours out as praise
that we were given all these days
to listen, hear with renewed hearts,
forsaking all deceptive arts,
performing service that obeys.


Ronovan Hester offers the rhyme word “bright” to be use in an A rhyme of a décima having rhyme pattern ABBAACCDDC for this week’s challenge.

September 22, 2021

Sunny

by Frank Hubeny

Needing words that rhyme with ‘sunny’
some demons would cooperate.
Between them they regurgitate,
“Death is dark and lava runny.
Funny how it sticks like honey.”

That made no sense! They’re on the run.
I do prefer a sunny sun
with demons nowhere to be seen,
with blue skies blue and green grass green
and demons knowing they are done.


Ronovan Hester offers the rhyme word “sunny” to be used in an A line of a décima having rhyme pattern ABBAACCDDC for this week’s challenge.

September 18, 2021

Pitt

by Frank Hubeny

It’s hard to dream up something new
when morning sunlight’s cloudless, bright.
I should have written more last night,
but that was then. What should I do?
Deceit tries hard to block what’s true,
but goodness stands against its dread.
I’ve only two lines in my head,
“The weather’s fine but Mister Pitt
decided he’d have none of it.”

For now I’ll leave the rest unsaid.


Ronovan Hester offers the rhyme word “pitt” to be used in a D line of a décima having rhyme patter ABBAACCDDC for this week’s challenge.

September 17, 2021

Sparkle Like Sunshine

by Frank Hubeny

A bouquet’s like a bluebird who
without a sound knows what to do
and vintage turquoise like the sky.
The evening comes so let us try
to understand like deep dark wood
and do in darkness what is good
when daylight trusts us on our own.
Let’s sparkle as deep truth we’ve known.

Based on prompts by Eugenia and Linda Kruschke.

September 10, 2021

End and Beginning

by Frank Hubeny

Cotton candy sunny side up.
Be the cream of the crop.
Sustain your faith. Persevere.
The end is near when evil stops.

Inspired by prompts from Linda Kruschke and Eugenia.

September 8, 2021

Oops

by Frank Hubeny

We’re persevering. Let me send
a blessing on what you may do
that it be right and it be true.
At last I know you as a friend
to look for when we reach the end.
We’ve seen the way the devil groups
despair with his deceitful troops,
because he wants to hold his ground.
Deep time is short. We’re homeward bound.
He’ll trip and fall, his final oops.


Ronovan Hester offers the rhyme word “oops” to be used in the C line of a décima having rhyme pattern ABBAACCDDC for this week’s challenge.

September 3, 2021

A Scarecrow’s Gratitude

by Frank Hubeny

Those ravens are black
and that fact is exact,
but a moonstone’s no moon
though there’s room to presume
that these wheat fields have wheat
and a scarecrow’s a beast.

Thus he cheerfully thinks
as the day flips to night
giving all gracious thanks
while the sun leaves the sky.

Linda Kruschke offers slant rhyme for this week’s Paint Chip poetry challenge.

September 2, 2021

Trip

by Frank Hubeny

This prairie’s thick with butterflies.
From bloom to bloom they make a trip
as summer’s winds through flowers slip
at home with life and cloudy skies.

These butterflies distract my eyes
like yellow leaves that float and fall.
They calmly work though very small.
While on this journey patiently,
though home seems far away from me,
I’ll walk and pray, obey the call.


Ronovan Hester offers the rhyme word “trip” to be used in a B line of a décima having rhyme pattern ABBAACCDDC for this week’s challenge. And Eugenia offers “journey” for her prompt this week.

August 27, 2021

Purple Moon or Black Hole

by Frank Hubeny

I much prefer a purple moon,
a wonder I can see,
than any black hole scientists
might think that there might be,
but that’s just me, admittedly,
preferring what I see.

Written in response to prompts by Eugenia and Linda Kruschke.

August 25, 2021

Crook

by Frank Hubeny

He was a craft-less, cranky crook
who stole the money from some kid.
He ran and laughed at what he did
then found a darkened, dreary nook,
unwrapped the bills to have a look,
and counted dollars, one by one.
Just five? All singles? That’s no fun.
He wanted more. There were no more.
Complaining life was such a bore
the rats approached. This tale is done.


Ronovan Hester offers the rhyme work “crook” to be used in an A line of a décima having rhyme pattern ABBAACCDDC for this week’s challenge.

August 20, 2021

Midnight

by Frank Hubeny

At midnight taking a breath of fresh air
without the moon nor others on the street
I pray that my imaginations there
are those from God who makes the breathing sweet.

Motivated by prompts from Eugenia and Linda Kruschke.

August 19, 2021

Move

by Frank Hubeny

We tried, but knew we could not say,
“Those others were the ones at fault.”
We went along, insipid salt,
and we ourselves would not obey.

Ours was the wide, not narrow, way
where newscasts pumped each cover lie.
We offered babies up to die
for curses Satan would approve.
That mark we got did help us move
about, buy junk. We scream and cry.


Ronovan Hester offers the rhyme word “move” to be used in the D line of a décima have rhyme pattern ABBAACCDDC for this week’s challenge. I’m thinking of Revelation.

August 11, 2021

Core

by Frank Hubeny

The stakes were high for those who played
It wasn’t just another game.
It wasn’t just more of the same
that one could flee when brightness grayed.

It was a time for those who prayed.
It was the ending of the war
and those connected to the core
rejoiced. Their blood flowed through the heart.
That victory tore death apart
from life and that forevermore.


Ronovan Hester offers the rhyme word “core” to be used in a C line of a décima having rhyme pattern ABBAACCDDC for this week’s challenge. I was thinking of Revelation 20.

August 5, 2021

Mumble

by Frank Hubeny

When demons push their hostile lies,
trashing truths to trip and stumble,
laughing through deceit they mumble
then justice seems the one that dies.

But round the world comes other cries
of those who know that all’s not lost.
It never was. With rough waves tossed
the darkness hides the light from day
pretending dark’s the only way.
A holy life is worth the cost.


Ronovan Hester offers the rhyme word “mumble” to be used in a B line of a décima having rhyme pattern ABBAACCDDC for this week’s Décima Poetry Challenge. Eugenia offers “round the word” for this week’s Thursday Prompt. I am thinking of Leviticus 11:45 and 1 Peter 1:16.

July 28, 2021

Beach

by Frank Hubeny

The ocean’s waves press to the beach.
They soak the sand then move away.
Some rough, some calm, throughout the day
indifferently the waters reach.

Persistently the pastors preach
repentance; Kingdom! Some don’t care,
but others do. Stay standing there.
Sing words, like waves upon the shore,
to offer praises ever more.
May all who’d hear join in the prayer.

Ronovan Hester offers the prompt word “beach” to be used in an A line of a décima having rhyme pattern ABBAACCDDC for this week’s Décima Poetry Challenge.

July 26, 2021

The Pilgrims Reach the River

by Frank Hubeny

From deep-sea vent to ice cap peak
we followed where the trail led.
The breath of God would to us speak.

We let hope shine upon each cheek.
We faithfully faced doubt and dread
from deep-sea vent to ice cap peak.

At places where the way was bleak
we listened as the words were read.
The breath of God would to us speak.

This pilgrimage is for the meek,
for those believing what was said
from deep-sea vent to ice cap peak.

This is a river, not some creek.
To those who fear we’d seem as dead.
The breath of God would to us speak.

Euphoria is what we seek
where there is more than mortal bread.
From deep-sea vent to ice cap peak
the breath of God would to us speak.

This villanelle is motivated by Linda Kruschke’s Paint Chip Prompt.

July 23, 2021

Soaring Leap

by Frank Hubeny

Without repentance, anxious, I
try hard to mindlessly sit still.
In lotus pose I’ll stay until
I save myself and learn to fly,
to levitate before I die
as gravity brags it will win.
My baggage stores a weight of sin
that keeps me from a soaring leap.
I need to find before I sleep
that way I’ve blocked, the true way in.


Ronovan Hester offers the rhyme word “leap” to be used in a D line of a décima having rhyme pattern ABBAACCDDC for this week’s Décima Poetry Challenge and Eugenia offers “soaring” for this week’s Thursday Prompt.

July 19, 2021

Short Letter to a Self-Centered Dream That Wasted Much Time

by Frank Hubeny

Looking back I tried to do
the black cat things you teased me to.
Convinced that what you spoke was true
with night owl eyes I followed you.

You’re tongue-tied. Good, but I still thirst
and relish for a fresh sunburst.

Inspired by a prompt at Linda Kruschke’s Paint Chip challenge.

July 17, 2021

Unforgotten Street

by Frank Hubeny

So unfamiliar, everything –
You’re sure we lived here years ago?
This trail goes where? I do not know,
but there are birds ahead who sing.
I’m wearing still your wedding ring.
Some unforgotten, busy street
should have a place where we can eat.
Then at a table with two chairs
we’ll tell each other all our cares
and taste the dreams that turned out sweet.


Ronovan Hester offers the rhyme word “street” to be used in a C line of a décima having rhyme patter ABBAACCDDC for this week’s Décima Poetry Challenge. Eugenia offers the word “unforgotten” for this week’s prompt.

July 10, 2021

Ubi Sunt

by Frank Hubeny

Long ago we studied here when it was still a place.
Your name I have forgotten, but I still can see your face.
And others, too, their words we heard. I hear them still today
with spring pizzazz and peachy smiles before we went away.


Linda Kruschke prompts us to write an “ubi sunt” (where are they?) poem this week for her Paint Chip Challenge.

July 8, 2021

Go

by Frank Hubeny

My soul’s a knotty network mess.
I know some demons have to go,
perhaps them all. I’d love to show
them to the door. I do confess
I chose this curse, but who could bless
me chained with guilt and justly bound?
They block my way. They’re all around.
“You’ve still one path to liberty:
Yes, faith in Jesus sets you free.”

And now no demons can be found.


Ronovan Hester offers the rhyme word “go” to be used in a B line of a décima having rhyme pattern ABBAACCDDC in this week’s Decima Poetry Challenge. Eugenia offers the word “network” for this week’s Thursday Prompt.