Frank Hubeny

Buried Inside the Monster’s Stomach

But for fear I appeared to be brave.
Being dumb made me harder to save.
When those monsters ate lunch
Even bones had to crunch
But at least I did not need a grave.

Written for the Limerick Challenge Week 40: Fears.

The Dragon’s Gold

Trying to explain why the damsel got caught by the dragon

Most dragons like sitting on gold
While the knight wants a damsel to hold,
But the damsel prefers
Those knights richer than hers
Or that dragon both well-off and old.

The problem with dragon gold is both knights and damsels want it

A dragon sits deep in his cave.
He has gold since he knows how to save.
There’s a damsel distressed
By her shiny knight pest
Sneaking in since gold makes fools brave.

III

The dragon has sold all his gold

The dragon said, “Gold’s gonna drop.”
So he sold when gold hit a new top
And the damsel moaned, “Why?”
You could hear the knight cry,
But those bulls couldn’t make that bear stop.

Posted for Björn Rudberg‘s Meeting the bar as a cubist poet at dVerse.

Substantiating the Shadow

If that’s your shadow in my cave,
I wonder where are you?
Some caves are darker than the night.
Minds get darker, too.

My mind rehearses uselessly
The past, since now you’ve gone.
Those shadows flicker right and left
While day keeps moving on.

Written for dVerse Quadrille #17 from a prompt by whimsygizmo, photo by Frank Hubeny.

Grounding Change

Change that is rhythmically sound
Reminds us that time runs around
Like a seasonal wheel.
Endless cycles conceal
What is firm giving thanks for the ground.

Written for the Limerick Challenge Week 39: Seasons.

Running in the Rain

Splashing water hangs tightly in drops
Running wildly until splashing stops.
Run and know that this now
Is entangled somehow
With more joy when the pain smiles and pops.

Written for the Limerick Challenge Week 38 based on the photo above by Dominik Martin at unsplash.com.

How Someone Could Make Someone Else Famous, or, My Use-By Date Was Yesterday

Edmund Clerihew Bentley
Skewered his characters gently.
If they wiggled with humor and rhyme
Some could pass their use-by date or time.

Written for a prompt provided by Gayle Walters Rose in dVerse’s “Form For All; the Clerihew” where you can find more information about E. C. Bentley and clerihews and maybe even feel prompted to write one yourself.