Archive for ‘Frank’

June 18, 2017

Breakfast in the Country During Hunting Season

by frankhubeny

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

Reunion

by frankhubeny

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

Dance

by frankhubeny

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 frankhubeny

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 frankhubeny

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 frankhubeny

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 frankhubeny

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 frankhubeny

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 frankhubeny

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.

February 4, 2017

Recognizing Reality

by frankhubeny

Poetry Challenge: Valentines Poem

If I should see an angel on a dish
About the size of any mid-sized fish,
I hope I’d be inclined to hesitate
Before I eat what’s on that dinner plate.

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January 28, 2017

Connected

by frankhubeny

If there’s a way from x to y
The space in which points live and die
Is more or less connected.

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January 9, 2017

Running the Mouth: Butterfly Blues

by frankhubeny

When I’m here then they move there
Or anywhere than here or where
I think it best to aim my mind.

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December 31, 2016

Happy New Year 2017

by frankhubeny

Poetry challenge: new  year poem.

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A clock is very useful.
It marks away the past
With little jumps that we can count.
We know how long stuff lasts.

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