Archive for ‘Frank’

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.

July 6, 2021

Clap

by Frank Hubeny

We stand to cheer and gladly clap.
The King is riding to his throne.
Our enemies, defeated, groan.
They fall forever in their trap.

Now with the twilight’s final lap
deep darkness comes to insulate
those blinded by a mindless hate.
No shadows haunt our living Light.
No tears remain. That ancient night –
how short it was our need to wait.


Ronovan Hester offers the rhyme word “clap” to be used in an A rhyme of a décima having rhyme pattern ABBAACCDDC for this week’s Decima Poetry Challenge. Eugenia also offers the word “twilight” for this week’s prompt.

July 3, 2021

Blank Canvas

by Frank Hubeny

The seedling blooms like lavender.
The golden sunlight shines and we
remember all, the way things were.

Forgive, we do, each enemy.
No secret shadows stand today.
Forgive us, too, both you and me.

Now every tear that turned life gray,
that smeared our pasts into a blur,
He’s wiped away, He’s wiped away.

Written for Linda Kruschke’s Paint Chip challenge.

June 23, 2021

Zip

by Frank Hubeny

To give in once may seem OK.
It’s not like we’re addicted so
around the carousel we go.
“Hey, you could leave, but why today?”
Around again we go. We stay
to win the prize, a precious rag.
Our anxious minds want more. They nag
us with new offers: “Want a sip?”
“OK.” “OK?” They now can zip
us tightly in the body bag.


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

June 18, 2021

Celebration

by Frank Hubeny

In faded denim, rosy blush,
he offers her a polished stone
from water where the rivers rush.
She knows that she is not alone.
In greens and yellow, alpine light,
Today the festive way is bright.

Inspired by two prompts, Eugenia’s Thursday Prompt and Linda Kruschke’s Paint Chip Challenge.

June 16, 2021

Blow

by Frank Hubeny

Lot didn’t want to leave that day,
but angels dragged them by the hand.
His daughters didn’t understand.
His wife looked back. She’d have to stay.

“I drifted slowly from the way
through sweet deception. What a blow:
I thought I knew; I didn’t know.
That’s why we’re rushing out of there.
We heard the screaming in the air,
but it has stopped. We have to go.”

Ronovan Hester offers the rhyme word “blow” to be used in a C line of a décima having rhyme pattern ABBAACCDDC in this week’s challenge. I was thinking about Lot and Sodom from Genesis 19.

June 11, 2021

Wake

by Frank Hubeny

He checks off tasks as they are done.
Tomorrow there’s another wake.
Today he wonders should he take
those profits his investments won?

While counting on the routine sun
productively he wastes his day.
Tonight in Sodom there’s a play.
He’ll miss that wake. The dead don’t mind.
He wonders if he’ll ever find
the reason why. No time to pray.

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

June 5, 2021

Loss

by Frank Hubeny

In your eyes I saw clear skies
before the rain that day.
All left at once out of the blue,
the sunshine and the sunflower, too,
the hot sauce zest for life I knew.
Our margarita laughing pool
shut down. You went away.

Inspired by Linda Kruschke’s Paint Chip challenge for this week using ten of fifteen offered phrases coming from paint chip samples. Optionally, the theme could be about “someone you love and miss”.

June 2, 2021

Noisy Deception

by Frank Hubeny

Then came a tap upon the cheek.
“Awake! Recall what you were taught.
The lying folk will all be caught.
The earth is for the just and meek.”


Did I forget what I should seek?
The fingers aiming everywhere
spit words like buckshot in the air.
The noise is great. I cannot hear
if that’s a friend who’s coming near
or folly dancing to a dare.


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

May 27, 2021

Mingle

by Frank Hubeny

A drop of water doesn’t mingle.
It has no name to stand alone.
But we have names. We each are single.
We are, and we are not, our own.

Eugenia offers the word “mingle” for this week’s Thursday Prompt.

May 27, 2021

Cheek

by Frank Hubeny

The victory is God’s we know.
Before that there is much to do.
Some details haven’t been worked through.
True. Tragedies will come and go
and cancers ever want to grow
and dragons want a bit of fun.
They’ll run their mouths. Their lies will stun
like fists that crush into a cheek
confounding those who try to speak,
but lies will end and then they’re done.

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

May 20, 2021

Hand of God

by Frank Hubeny

Our partying about the hall
was stopped by writing on the wall.
That magic hand mysteriously
wrote words we didn’t care to see.
Daniel told our heads of state –
the kingdom’s numbered: It’s too late.

Thinking of Daniel 5 and inspired by Eugenia’s Thursday Prompt.

May 19, 2021

Prepared

by Frank Hubeny

We built them close to form a wall.
Within them we shall make our stand.
The devil’s prowling on the land
devouring the weak who fall
from sin that undermined it all.
They’ve burnt their buildings, turned them black.
Their walls have tumbled. See that crack?
Today let’s have bright doors, fresh light,
and neighborhoods prepared to fight.
Let’s trust in God, resist attack.


Based on a prompt from Dan Antion’s Thursday Doors Writing Challenge, Sofia Alves’ photograph of the doors of Guimarães, and Ronovan Hester’s Décima Poetry Challenge.

May 14, 2021

Dreaming Mind

by Frank Hubeny

A tiny trinket out of jade
deceptively was smoothly made.
I bought it. Why? I do not know.
My dreaming mind got caught, went slow.
I wonder now how much I paid.

Motivated by Linda Kruschke’s Paint Chip challenge.

May 13, 2021

Viewpoint

by Frank Hubeny

A viewpoint from a worldview
will hide unconsciously
what’s false and sometimes what is true.
It justifies what we would do
and even how we see.

Eugenia offers this week the prompt “viewpoint”.

May 13, 2021

Whim

by Frank Hubeny

May I from truth not wish to stray.
What’s unknown underlies each whim
on which I float, through which I swim,
until I find a better way,
repent, and pray this time I may
have turned from weakness to what’s right.
My day presumes a previous night
where darkness showed me odd-ball dreams
I thought were pure till morning’s beams
contrasted evil with good light.

Inspired by a prompt from Ronovan Hester’s Décima Poetry Challenge.

May 10, 2021

Gold

by Frank Hubeny

I don’t know what I’d do with gold
unless it’s for a wedding ring.
A garden would be more my thing
with plants whose leaves were green and bold.
Between us there’s much fruit to hold.
We offer praise and share our meals.
We watch and pray. The truth reveals
our next assignments. See the ways
this paradise fulfills our days
and how each day renews and heals.

Inspired by prompts from Ronovan Hester and Eugenia.

May 9, 2021

Mother’s Day

by Frank Hubeny

Gaia really wasn’t there
the way my mother was.
The full moon of the night or dawn
were never heartbeats I’d count on
the way my mother’s was.

Written for Linda Kruschke’s Paint Chip challenge for Mother’s Day.

May 9, 2021

Way

by Frank Hubeny

There’s quicksand by the pearly gates
for those who wander off the way,
who love the breezy, sleazy mud.
Then pleasure pops – another dud.
On pins and needles now they say,
“Let’s try again!” And there they stay.

Based on a prompt by Linda Kruschke for her Paint Chip challenge.

April 30, 2021

Flutter

by Frank Hubeny

I’ve no excuse.
That butterfly
does not need proof
just flutters by.


Eugenia offers this week the prompt “flutter”. Thinking of Romans 1:18-23.

April 29, 2021

Ground

by Frank Hubeny

A door appeared. It opened. “See?
The reasoning you thought was sound
fell on your worldview’s slippery ground.”
I’ll tweak another mystery.

That dissonance won’t let me be.
The stars above at least still shine.
While rioters prepare to whine
the world remains about the same
though burnt a bit with needless blame.
I’ll cross that threshold, make it mine.

Motivated by a prompt from Ronovan Hester requiring the rhyme word “ground” be used in a B line of a décima.

April 26, 2021

Swamp

by Frank Hubeny

On top the swamp is plain to see –
below, a rotting misery.
The light green algae doesn’t know.
The darkness doesn’t want to show
the fruits of deep, defiling sin.
There’s quicksand should you venture in.

Motivated by a prompt from Linda Kruschke’s Paint Chip Challenge.