Posts tagged ‘Eugi's Weekly Prompt’

October 23, 2021


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 15, 2021


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 8, 2021


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.

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 2, 2021


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 20, 2021


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 5, 2021


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 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 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 8, 2021


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


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.

June 18, 2021


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.

May 27, 2021


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 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 13, 2021


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 10, 2021


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.

April 30, 2021


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.