Archive for ‘Frank’

February 24, 2021

Knot

by Frank Hubeny

My story started when my will
decided it would have its way.
A pleasure boat I bought that day.
I fixed it up with dreams until
I felt my future fatten, fill.
Then came more sin. Then came more fear.
The promised shores did not appear.
I struggled, fought against the knot
that held me sinking with my yacht.
It’s only by God’s grace I’m here.

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February 18, 2021

Champion

by Frank Hubeny

Wealth or wits aren’t what it takes
to stop that giant, curse and all.
God alone transcends and shakes:
One river stone, one sling, one fall.

Thinking of 1 Samuel 17.

February 17, 2021

Whirl

by Frank Hubeny

The water in the coffee’s hot.
The sand upon the beach is too.
When simple duty will not do
temptations offer what they’ve got.
So, should I stray or should I not?
A vortex has much snow to hurl.
With stormy wrath the wind will whirl
me where I do not want to go.
I see the signs. They tell me: “No.
Rejoice and stay. Let faith unfurl.”

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February 14, 2021

Mountains and Valleys

by Frank Hubeny

Love comes when the mountains ring
and valleys rise to roar.
They rang, I fear.
Oh, can’t you hear?
I love you more and more.

Happy Valentine’s Day!

February 10, 2021

Steal

by Frank Hubeny

Around deception there is stealth.
It covers up the root word steal.
Deceivers hope we won’t reveal
that there is more than earthly health.
Behold the idol. See its wealth?
It rots. It burns. It turns to dust.
Without true change those dying must
resettle with the trash of hell.
Look down with dread. That dropping well
grows deep with lies betraying trust.

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February 3, 2021

Spring

by Frank Hubeny

The devil gets no peace. To sing
for him is more a punishment.
His time is short. It goes. It went,
but wrath remains a fearful thing.

We’re confident. Each coming spring
is but rehearsal for the end
when death is done and life can mend.
We can’t cling to an evil heart.
Please, make it new. Now let us start.
Tomorrow we’ll be home, my friend.

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January 29, 2021

After Eden

by Frank Hubeny

Was it the tree? Was it our choice
to be like gods that day?
That fruit, recall, did not agree.
Perhaps it really was the tree
when we did not obey.

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January 28, 2021

Care

by Frank Hubeny

“It will be Biblical,” I’ve read.
My hope embraces all the change
and challenges.  I’ll rearrange
ignoring fear, rejecting dread.

In truth good news has long been spread.
I sacrifice my sinful heart.
Create it pure. Renew each part.
I’ll trust the warmth and saving care.
I’ll wait in silence anywhere
then praise whatever You might start. 

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January 21, 2021

Red Sea Dawn

by Frank Hubeny

The Red Sea’s calm.
The riddle’s gone.
We praise the Lord
who brings this dawn.

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January 20, 2021

Shimmer

by Frank Hubeny

We ask and yet we don’t receive.
Let’s drop some plans. Let others wait.
I wonder: Were the corners straight?
What wayward missteps did we weave?

I won’t let fear take root to grieve.
Dreams are cooking? Let them simmer.
Dusk is growing. Light gets dimmer.
Take time to find the righteous way
avoiding what led us astray.
Morning sunlight soon will shimmer.

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January 13, 2021

Float

by Frank Hubeny

So whom do you rely upon?
You’re at the Red Sea. Where’s the boat?
How long in water can you float?
That’s when a way was made. At dawn
the charging enemy was gone
except for corpses flushed to shore.
You still have doubts? You’d like one more
experiment to test what’s true?
You see the dead?  They’d like that, too,
but they have lost their strength for war.

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January 6, 2021

Contrast

by Frank Hubeny

Repentance cringes at the past
since God detests the rot of it
that reeks of death. The blot of it
warns us beware of each contrast.

We’re thankful though that didn’t last.
We saw in time our wretched ways.
Where would we be if all our days
continued on mechanically
when seeing meant we didn’t see?
Such gratitude’s the source of praise.

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December 31, 2020

Spiny Orb Weaver

by Frank Hubeny

Its spines stood out in shiny red
with body black against white wall.
Its web seemed barely there at all
but formed a sticky prison bed.

The traps effectively were spread
to catch deception in midair.
The truth exposed each lie out there
and everywhere we heard the crash.
The busted celebration bash
had cursed repentance, scorned good prayer.

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December 21, 2020

Events

by Frank Hubeny

The winter solstice doesn’t bother us.
It happens this time every year.
It comes and goes. A few might care to know,
But no one feels any fear.

A birth we celebrate about this time
That happened once in ancient days
Still moves the heart with joyful gratitude.
We rise with shepherds singing praise.

December 17, 2020

Gift

by Frank Hubeny

Take care that you are not deceived.
To gutters petty pleasures drift.
Think not on rights. It’s all a gift.
Forget what you thought you achieved.
Fake gold can only leave you grieved
since none has value in the end.
Note: Falsehood never had a friend.
Beware His wrath. Avoid the curse.
Avoid the path from bad to worse
where spirals flush the flesh they rend.

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December 9, 2020

Knocking

by Frank Hubeny

His knuckles tapped the door to knock.
Would no one on the inside hear?
But then came Jane, who wiped a tear,
and Jim, a target safe to mock.
They looked outside, released the lock,
and called the others, “Come and see!”
But none would bother. Faithfully
both Jim and Jane dressed in pure white,
gave thanks like it were Christmas night,
and shared a meal among just three.

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December 3, 2020

Stable, Truthful Hope

by Frank Hubeny

Although what shines need not be wrong
beware dark lies that shadow truth,
distract the old, confuse the youth
with specious lyrics from a song.

I wonder.  Must I sing along?
Some tunes that once enchanted me
now don’t make sense.  Be just and free,
merciful, alive and stable,
driving out false dreams and fable,
preferring joy to pleasantry.

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November 26, 2020

Tears To Leave Behind

by Frank Hubeny

They’re growing in a window well
where light is rarely seen.
Live on, persist, be bright and green,
or yellow hued for just a spell.

They offer us some hope and tell
us though pigheaded, willful, blind
there’s grace abounding, sure and kind.
With thankful blessings everywhere
repent, reform, reach up and there
we’ll leave our every tear behind.


Happy Thanksgiving!

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November 19, 2020

Nightmares on the Gentlest Tier of Hell

by Frank Hubeny

This tossing makes me wonder why
regrets won’t let me get some sleep
without those nightmares from the deep.
I would shed tears. I’d even cry
if that would help. Regardless, I
can’t face these twisted memories.
I’d have to run off on my knees,
but could I even find my way,
the one I lost that lazy day,
or days, when I served my own ease?

In case it isn’t obvious, the “I” in the poem is an imaginary character in a mild region of hell trying to get some rest.  I pray this “I”  would not be me.  I pray he not be you either.

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November 16, 2020

Thanks and Giving

by Frank Hubeny

I’m thankful for this time to live
and suffer if need be.
There also is a chance to give
and do so generously.

Though it be short or it be long,
though what I do be small,
I offer back a thankful song
in praise and give it all.

November 12, 2020

One Lap Too Many

by Frank Hubeny

Bill reached too far. He was the one
Who spoke our compromising spell.
We warned him to beware of hell,
But Billy laughed. He’d just begun.
He had more wicked laps to run.
It happened at that twisted bend.
We’ll leave to medics who’ll pretend
They knew the cause of Billy’s death.
In dreams we smell his fetid breath.
We hear him scream, “Please, make this end!”

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November 7, 2020

Thirteen Demons Sitting on the Wall

by Frank Hubeny

Lucky this or lucky that,
Luck as bad as that black cat
Cuddling, purring by my side,
Unlikely place for luck to hide.

Thirteen demons looking mean
Pretending that I haven’t seen
Them cackling when they watch me frown.
Too bored to laugh, I stare them down.

It’s not bad luck that made them fall.
They jumped like Humpty from the wall
And then they cracked.  Oops.  Breakfast time!
You’re lucky. That’s my final rhyme.

November 4, 2020

Exhale

by Frank Hubeny

Some decades earlier he went
Along this way he’s walking now.
A child in hand and wife somehow
Were with him as if Heaven sent,
But now his energy’s near spent.
The sign suggests he’s on some trail
That loops to somewhere vaguely known.
A wind picks up. The oak trees groan.
His strength returns though flesh stays frail
While every breath yearns to exhale.

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November 1, 2020

Spooky Exorcist

by Frank Hubeny

I have no fear of ghosts or such,
But humans – compromised, possessed –
They do cause trouble – very much –
They’re twisted, troubled, without rest.
They think they’re tough. What do they know?
They aren’t so difficult to see.
When eyes blaze hot with hate they show
Their weakness then their fear of me.

October 29, 2020

Fright

by Frank Hubeny

The day is warm. The sky is bright.
I don’t know why I worry so.
The witches have refused to go,
But have they ever? Where there’s Light
There never is a need for fright.
It’s true that sometimes things do seem
More like a nightmare than a dream
Like wizardry raised to the sky.
What wealth that brings will make you cry
And turn true peace into a scream.

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October 22, 2020

Fate

by Frank Hubeny

When things went well I’d rarely say
I ought to credit God or fate,
Statistically at any rate.
I took full credit for my day
At least when outcomes went my way.
The magic dust no one could see
I thought I sprinkled liberally.
I don’t know why I gave up this.
I did. Perhaps it was that kiss,
That slap, of Grace that conquered me.

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October 15, 2020

Bliss

by Frank Hubeny

Ignore the pain. I do not miss
The pleasure out there tempting me.
Such blindness! How I failed to see
That there’s a whole world more than this
With righteousness that brings pure bliss.
Manipulators walk around
With advertisements safe and sound.
Beware their busted sugar rush
Deceiving while our morals blush.
It sinks like dust on lifeless ground.

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October 13, 2020

Tip

by Frank Hubeny

“No need to worry. You look good
You’re healthier than most I’ve seen.”

His diet’s simple, conscience clean –
Except when doing what what he would
Instead of what he knew he should.
Some end will come. Although he’d pay,
No doctor then could make him stay.
Perhaps today the ground will tip.
On what’s unknown, his feet shall slip
And then, like dust, he’d blow away.

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