Archive for ‘Frank’

September 17, 2020


by Frank Hubeny

Dark witches of the winter know
Some spells they heard in full-moon fall.
Their Ba’al doesn’t know it all.
His shadows flicker where they go
When morning light lets failings show.
Those who wake in time may see
How ignorance loves mystery,
How feelings masquerade as good,
How petty sins start ticking. Could
They all explode mechanically?

September 10, 2020


by Frank Hubeny
I feel as if I ought to send
A warning out to one and all:
Beyond the bend's a cliff, a fall,
A tragedy, a blur, a blend
Into a gorgeous, awful end.
And then inconsequentially
What would become of you and me?
Ah! Let it come here anyway.
Yes, Come tomorrow. Come today!
Embrace the opportunity.
September 5, 2020


by Frank Hubeny
Blue on blue with patient blue
Caressing me and also you.
But should you say it’s red instead
Insisting that I bumped my head,
Perhaps you’re right. Perhaps that’s true,
But I still see a pretty blue.
August 27, 2020


by Frank Hubeny

In summer-spring when flowers bloom
We know what’s pretty soon will be
Allowed to drop indifferently.
For autumn’s seeds we made this room.
We danced around the bride and groom.
They faced each other with a smile
Rejoicing, talking, thinking while
The feast was laid out fresh with food.
Recall that early springtime mood
When brides walked down the wedding aisle.

August 20, 2020


by Frank Hubeny

Since none of us get very old
Why stand in line to take this ride?
Why worry what is left to hide?
But demons tempt, “Don’t leave your gold.”
We count all that our hands can hold.
Around our magic carousel
We hear the call of some church bell.
We’re counting still. Wait til we’re through.
There’s so much counting left to do
Before the popping of the spell.

August 13, 2020


by Frank Hubeny

I often want bright blooms to stay
But they perhaps are restless too.
There’s more ahead for them to do.
They serve their seeds which go away
Like snowflakes on a winter’s day.

Nor have I stayed long anywhere.
I might live under skies less fair
Or wander somewhere else and try
To find bright blooms that please my eye
Or serve in ways that show I care.

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August 6, 2020


by Frank Hubeny

With fantasy
The leaves turn green. The water’s blue.
With fantasy,
Though doubters dreaming differently
Won’t see the tower that I do,
I clean my windows. See what’s true
With fantasy.

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July 31, 2020


by Frank Hubeny

I wasn’t there to plant this spring.
The morning glories didn’t care.
They’re back again off climbing where
I left some soil. No watering
But they still rose. It’s comforting
That when I fail they ever grow
Although forgotten. Watch them show
Their bright green leaves each like a heart.
I see the buds break out and start
To bloom again. There! Off they go.

July 16, 2020


by Frank Hubeny
I knew it was a common bird
That helped me build a nice display.
I took the photo anyway.
I wanted truth to match the word
In fullness that was not absurd.
It made no sound. It didn't sing.
It might have sung of anything,
But flew away. The sun will set.
Before it does I want to get
Prepared to be the gift I bring.


July 4, 2020


by Frank Hubeny
How purely does the heather bloom
With humble, purple praise.
Delight in sunshine on the hill.
Distant clouds do as they will.
Dreams refresh our days.


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June 22, 2020


by Frank Hubeny
The up and down of beating drums are heard across the lake
As falsehood twists the message and the drummers take no break.
The solid door, self-righteousness, defends. It’s locked to win.
Convinced that truth rests safe inside is where truth can’t get in.


December 25, 2018

Advent Darkness

by Frank Hubeny

This darkness isn’t such that I
Can brighten it by light I bring.
No laws of nature taint the sky.
No bonds bind it so it can’t sing.

The power failed, but should we wait
For what might not come speedily?
Some of us would hesitate,
But darkness helps our hearts to see.

We’re thankful for the light that’s near.
Praise sound, but not with our ears solely.
Our voices stir the darkness here
Repeating, “Holy, Holy, Holy.”

Merry Christmas

September 22, 2018

Doors and Walls

by Frank Hubeny

The prison key of precious jade
Locked doors of duty finely made.
Love arrived, revised the spell.
The doors survived. The walls though fell.

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June 4, 2018

The Sea

by Frank Hubeny

It’s wet. That’s why I stay away,
But its enchantment makes me wild
Like calmly wind drives everyday,
Like innocence surrounds a child.


The Sea With Birds and Clouds

The Sea With Birds and Clouds

May 24, 2018

The Faeries of Oubliette Woods

by Frank Hubeny

Some thought that they had all long gone.
Some thought they never were.
But in fresh woods forgotten still
They flourish safe and always will
Though we sense not a stir.

Maple Leaves in the Sun

Maple Leaves in the Sun

May 2, 2018

A Walk in Chipilly Woods

by Frank Hubeny

Green is coming.
Sacred Spring
Fulfills with fresh

Graveyards and Nurseries

Graveyards and Nurseries

April 28, 2018

Dogwood Tree

by Frank Hubeny

It was our neighbor’s dogwood tree
That prettified our lawn
And made us proud that we lived there
When Spring said there’s no need to care
The Winter has long gone.

October 9, 2017


by Frank Hubeny

Ravens told me my Lenore
Was dead. I said, “I know.”
That’s why I’ve blocked my chamber door.
I’ve had my fill of birds before,
But now their rapping comes once more.
Perhaps there’s hope for poor Lenore?
If not those birds can go.

I am linking this to Jilly’s Challenge in honor of Poe’s The Raven and dVerse Quadrille hosted by De Jackson (WhimsyGizmo) where the prompt word is “hope”.

August 20, 2017


by Frank Hubeny

The Moon will try to go between
The Earth and her true lover, Sun,
To darken deeply living green,

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June 18, 2017

Breakfast in the Country During Hunting Season

by Frank Hubeny

Three heads of deer hang on the wall
Where diners eat below.
When leaves discolor they will fall.
We age until we go.

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June 5, 2017


by Frank Hubeny

When bonds were freshly made
Before the internet
Another lover got between
The two as one, no longer seen
As one with much regret.

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May 6, 2017


by Frank Hubeny

While algae’s greening in the swamp
And ogres in the forest romp,
The villagers would have a dance,
A masquerade, and take a chance
Some ogre with a fairy might
Pretend to waltz then start a fight.

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April 28, 2017

Monster Noises

by Frank Hubeny

My foot pounds hard upon the floor.
A hand grabs on the bedroom door.
The voice says low, “The monster’s here!”
There’s scrambling feet and giggling fear.

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April 8, 2017

Noisy Silent Nonsense

by Frank Hubeny

That noise is mostly silence
Like chatter in one’s mind,
Like giggling done by things that run
And wanting only to have fun,
But fun is hard to find.

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March 27, 2017

The Monster’s Return

by Frank Hubeny

My little daughter goes to sleep.
I hope that monster doesn’t creep
Back to her bed to say, “Hello!”
She tells me that it’s wicked, though.

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March 19, 2017

The Acorn’s Wish

by Frank Hubeny

The acorn doesn’t worry much.
It wants to be a tree.
But if it feels a squirrel’s touch,

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March 14, 2017

The Treasured Worthless Ring

by Frank Hubeny

The ring she gave was made of lead
And broke one lonely day.
“It has no worth,” the jeweler said.
He’ll keep it anyway.

March 9, 2017

Breakfast at the Outdoor Cafe

by Frank Hubeny

She brings coffee and croissants to eat
While fat pigeons peck food at my feet
Seeking crumbs out of love
I might drop from above
As I search for her smile when we greet.