Looking Down

Yuck is such a yucky word.
It closes every opened door.
It claims whatever’s true’s absurd
Demanding always something more.

Demanding something nicer, too,
Nicer than this yucky place.
Demands. Demands. What can one do
Stumbling over old and new,
Stumbling over smiling grace?

Linked to dVerse Quadrille hosted by De Jackson (aka WhimsyGizmo) with the word “yuck”.

Photos: “Looking Down”, above, and “Looking Through”, below”

Looking Through

Author: Frank Hubeny

I enjoy walking, poetry and short prose as well as taking pictures with my phone.

51 thoughts on “Yuck”

  1. I enjoyed the poem, then got distracted by the last photo. What is that on the left side that looks like a horse’s behind? …and there’s something on the lower right, but I can’t make out what it is. Straighten me out, or I’ll be forever wondering!

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    1. I hadn’t noticed it until now. It does look like a horse now that you mention it. The next time I’m at the Botanic Garden I will have to look at it more closely. Thank you, Beverly!


  2. You remind me that yuck can just be the outward expression of an ungrateful heart. Kind of like when I was a kid trying to get out of eating broccoli. At least it did give me the grace to accept broccoli, (but never okra). 😧

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  3. Sadly Michael Left A Lot
    Of Yuck
    But the Luck
    of the Beach is it Still Exists..
    Climate Change Human Assisted Hurricane
    or Not.. i had a Problem with Charlton Heston
    When He Rode With His Life and the Most
    Beautiful Woman Mute in the World
    With Only Beauty
    to Behold
    on the Back
    of His Horse on Pristine
    Atlantic New York Beaches..
    When he got Mad those Dirty
    Dam Human Apes Blew it all
    up Missing
    the Paradise
    of Beach in Front
    of Him on the Back
    of His Horse With Gratitude
    For the Refreshing Salt Air he Breathed
    No longer Suited up as an Astronaut.. Naked
    As Nature Really Does in Love With Life Free…
    The last Time Our Neighborhood ventured out past
    the Front Doors and Front Porches in Unison Sharing Food to
    Eat in a Cook-Out of Life
    was During
    the After
    Math of Hurricane
    Ivan.. How refreshing and
    Alive it Felt to Be Human Again out of Tools
    And whether or not the Neighborhood participates
    Now or Not i still Dance Free like this Cultural Tool Freed..:)

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