I was steered here
when I was sixty-three
to
The Land Of The Lakes

The hills and fells
disinterest me
a lovely lake
however
can occasionally
catch my eye

One day I took
a wintry walk
wearing a chapeau
crunching snow
on a Windermere Jetty
jutting out into
the heart of the park
pretending
to intend
to continue
beyond the end

A memory was snapped
into a permanent place
by the capturing eye
walking by

Real thinkers don't think
Neither mind nor matter matters
Ego tyranny

Write a song, and make it long
Tell us all what’s right and wrong
Talk about the game
who it is we have to blame

What’s it all about my friend
that saber-rattling
the whys and the wherefores
and the wars to end all wars

Was there a beginning?  Will it end
We all wonder what lays ahead

Who did what and where
and when did it all start
in the deep darkness
of the human heart

We need some surgeons skilled enough
to open us all up
take out the tumors one by one
and fill us up with love

Was there a beginning?  Will it end
We all wonder what lays ahead


Sean Hunt   Nov 17 2017

When my friend was living in London
and all of his hope burst like a balloon
abused by a child
he did not know which way to turn
which way to go

Then he was utterly cool, London-like
up to date, suppressing his hate
pretending to be fine
drinking whiskey and wine
with many lovers and others he would dine

He had fifty proof blood at the end
when the stories would not work
any more
and a long look in the mirror
erased the enigma of his charisma

Climb on my shoulders
breathe some air
While you're up there
say a prayer

I'll bear your weight
a little while
just another
little trial

I'll be fair
as fair as I can
standing here
your anchorman

In the end
Sugar and spice
is the trend
and everything nice

Preoccupied by
other's hallucinations
I ask my self why

I wrestled with techno demons
all  day long
and in the end
I won
But the price I paid
was high
The loss of a day
aged sixty eight
late in life
makes me cry

I have been given permission
to sit in the sea
to be bathed in bliss
and play in the waves
as they wash over me
to stare in the face of reality
but what do I do?
I sit in the sand
holding handfuls of grains
watching them slip away
through my hands
back in the sand
one by one
until the setting of the sun


Sean Hunt  May 2017

My mind is a window onto a world
that nobody sees but me
a moment to moment panorama
of people things and trees
(projected onto a screen that only I can see)

Lucid solid like a stone
I think it's really real
although I've known it's not
now for many many years

I must marvel at this magic show
as my world pops out of my hat
and learn to change the theme
of each and every act

Yesterday the rapids
were very very wild
Today I will try to ride
a river that is mild

The mirage will end
I wonder when?
If I knew
What would I do?

Who would I see
Who would I be
If the time I had left
Were blessed

By mindfulness
And kindfulness
And tidying up
My mess


Sean Hunt   July 25 2017

The other side of happiness
is not so hard to find
every day it comes to you
flickering in your mind

Sometimes when the sun is gone
and rain is pouring down
it’s up to you what you do
If you smile or frown

Don’t let your self be seduced
by ‘good’ or by ‘bad’
The truth is that you will choose
to be glad or sad

Our happiness depends on this
it may stay for evermore
if we keep an even keel
in every single storm

The Rabbit never rests
never escapes
Perpetual terror
seems to be his fate

Shakes like a leaf
in the absence of wind
Tremors and trembles
come from within

Dangers around
surround that
very deep and very dark
black hat

Today another body-bit
bit the dust
twenty-four more teeth
will join this tooth
one day
somewhere
when that’s the end of this

Bits of body bits of mind
things we see but cannot find

They laid me down
stared inside
my open mouth
and took away
my old tooth
and my pain
Now I know
I’ll never be the same

Bits of body bits of mind
things we see but cannot find

Snowdrops will come soon
I am wanting the summer
to come back quickly

Paul is not a Pope  

     (or...’A Tricky Trump Trooper’)
          (….aka Paul Manafort)

We only know a little now
how he broke commandments
the higher-ups say today
they were of god and the USA

Seems allegiance was displaced
to some other countries
on another continent
way across the sea

He gave to himself generously
doesn’t appear to be a dope
he washed a lot of money
dressed and traveled like a pope

                        Sean Hunt Oct 31

Yesterday and tomorrow
are strangers to me
like the things that I think
I see in a dream
Like plans that I made
when I was young
they're somewhere now
on the tip of my tongue
Like who I would be
when I grew up
someone worthy
of the world's
undying love
Ambitious methinks
the plan of mankind
to steer this world
to make it rhyme

Just try the secret code
to separate the coin from the gold
Just try
to separate your scream from the familiar theme
of your night time dream
Just try
to separate the parts from the car
you won’t get very far
If you try
to separate the legs from the table
you’ll find you won’t be able
Just try
to separate the reader of this rhyme
from the person that survives
death time
Just try

But when my curtain
comes down
will you still be around
Will you stay
standing
on the floor
hands clapping
asking for
an encore

How horrid is this love I have for me
and why am I more important than you
When I try to find this me that I see
the phantom flees far off into the blue

How horrid is this love for my body
steeped in sad suffering throughout my life
We humans all pretend to be godly
licking delights from the edge of a knife

How horrid is this love I have for things
that will come and go like dreams in the night
precious possessions of queens and of kings    
who one day will fall from their thrones on high      

Everything shifting like sand in a dune
or a woman’s mood when swayed by the moon

It’s Saturday
they say
so
this means we need
to behave
some way
that acknowledges
and respects
the day
unlike Mondays

Liberated slaves
free to spend
in all the stores
then bend the rules
and act wild
like a liberated child

Divert, distract
paint the town black
‘tis the day
to take care of business
be cool
and make it through
to Sunday’s forgiveness

On pain of death
no word will rhyme
on my ****** page
The temptation will be resisted
My heels will dig
during this tug of war
between you and me
and I will win

When you get to the bottom of it all
inside of the tiniest egg
When the last layer of onion is gone
and all of your dreams are dead
When there’s nowhere to go, no one to see
no air left to breathe, and no one to be  
then you’re free
free from the game, free from your pain
free from the dangers of the sea
free as a bird, from this world,
from all the laws of gravity
free from sermons about the burning
from silly schools full of fools
forever vows and furrowed brows
free from regret and free from death
free from tinsel trinkets and tokens
free from promises made then broken  
When there’s nowhere to go, no one to see,
no air left to breathe, and no one to be
Then you’re free

Rejoice in every moment
when the madness is seen
when a wedge is driven
in the dream

when the lies are not believed
by an awakening mind
and there is no searching
for things we cannot find

Rejoice in every moment
while the chains of karma break
link by link
and we awaken

I thought I saw an ocean
at the bottom of the hill
I set my self in motion
hoping for a thrill

Board in hand
and supercharged
but instead of waves and sand
a mirage

Mired in confusion
wrapped in illusion
Mind dynamite
it’s all finite

A straw between my teeth
I made no sense
I needed to concede
my innocence

No shades of grey
My mind was blown
and I had to abdicate
my throne

The home of his skull is in Rome
His blood's in a vial in Dublin
It's the day of this lover's last breath
the day of his date with death

Love is the name of his game
They play it all over the world
Everybody knows his name
every single boy and girl

Cruel Claudius built his empire
with soldiers fire and swords
but married men full of desire
would stay behind closed doors

Engagements and marriages were banned
so they married in secret instead
Valentine kept joining hands
until Claudius chopped off his head

Chocolates, a heart and a rose
things that give you bliss
dinner and a movie or a show
then a long hug and a kiss

The home of his skull is in Rome
His blood's in a vial in Dublin
It's the day of this lover's last breath
the day of his date with death

When the lilt of your laughter
came through
the crystal glass
of clear cognition
I knew
your innocence

In the same way
that the face appears
in the gold
of the coin
I could see
the sysygy
of you
and me

Something happened while you made your plan
You walked the road, when someone ran
While you imagined, turning a bend
someone’s story had reached the end

You never knew you would be so blue
without the world, the one we knew
The sun went down, so suddenly
it disappeared, behind the trees

and the night, gave us a fright
when we were alone, on our own
seeing things, that were not there
shadow dancing in thin air

But the walls came down, at the end of the day
because there were laws that we would not obey

Something happened, unforeseen
by the king,, and by the queen
but their castle, strong and grand
was not built in the sand

and the night, gave us a fright
when we were alone, on our own
seeing things, that were not there
shadow dancing in thin air

I think
some of them
think
I am
stupid

Sometimes
I think
I am stupid
Mostly I think
they are stupid

Come to think
of it
we are all
stupid
sometimes

If the things we do never change
expecting something different
is a dangerous game
We may as well tell the sun to come out every day
or tell the rain and snow
to go and stay away

You plus me is never three
it’s always two
but we want the sum to be
something new
We may as well tell the sun to come every day
or tell the rain and snow
to go and stay away

Strange ideas that we have
a stranglehold on the old
wishing for something new
to somehow come true
We may as well tell the sun to come every day
or tell the rain and snow
to go and stay away

‘Cause everything that comes our way
is OK
Wishing and hoping
for things to stay the same
is a fool’s game
a losing game
because every thing will change

Ulverston Nov 2017

Friends are enigmas
Blood brothers are very cool
But the bubbles burst

The skittering fish of my memory
refuses to be food
refuses to be used
another time

Like a shooting star
from the corner of my eye
fish fly by laughing at
my hook and line

Of course they can’t be caught
because they were never there
Memories imagined
The mind is so unfair

I am a magician
casting my spells
I travel to heaven
I travel to hell
with trunks  full of hats
rabbits and horses
and an assistant
to cut you in half
of course

I try  to remember
not to believe
the lines that I read
the things that I see
the drama unfolding
under my spell
all of  the bliss
and the misery as well

Moment to moment
I rein in my mind
from following trails
I find that wind
away from the path
I want to follow
away from this world
so empty so hollow

Beer bread and marmite
How would we live without it?
We let it ferment
for a few weeks
'til Janet returned
from Edinburgh

Wish you were here
and easy to find
on the tip of my tongue
inside my mind

Wish you were here
all of the time
and I wish that the weather
would always be fine

I wish you were here
and nowhere else
ringing someone
else’s bells

I wish you were here
and you never left
tied to my stake
a slave to my ***

I wish you were here
like the midnight sun
warming my night
though the day is done

I thought I knew love
but found I was mistaken
I am still learning

Noise from up above
Noise from east west south and north
When will building end

Where can love be found
No one has ever told me
its shape or color

True tears
convince me more
than so many words
which seem to go
overboard
Effusiveness
gets less response
from open hearts
and refined minds
One listener
who was new
heard holy words
but did not think
that they were true

What to do?

Ok!
I'll write
a poem about flowers for you
but this is something
that I never do

I don't know
the difference
between the flowers I see
and owls and pigeons sound the same to me

I can't discriminate
between
an oak and an elm
The world of trees for me
is another realm

My friend Keith Wilson
has a gardener's green thumb
and this is how
he earned his income

It’s water under the bridge, the one we’re standing on
Didn’t last long, stopped like a song
Now we’re moving on
The water’s long gone
and we’re moving on

Perpetual motion, every thing,
the people we see, the queen and the king
the rooks and the knights, the blacks and the whites
When we try to stop time, we find out it’s a crime

In a dream you came, in a dream you went
I wanted to make up, and I tried not to wake up
but the morning insisted, I open my eyes
so I did, and I cried

We saw something float by, with all of our eyes
We disagreed,  a branch or a tree
something dreamlike, a flash of moonlight
No matter now,  it gone anyhow
The jury is out, everyone’s gone
and it’s time to move on

Sean Hunt    Dec 5th 2017

Our inner eye
will not see
any thing
outside our mind
when we take away
the layers of our onion
one by one

What do we hold?
A hair in our hand
as we stare
into empty space
with our featureless face
or inner eye
will not see
any thing
outside our mind

It’s such a big mistake we make
every single day
in many many ways
With every word we say

We’re inside out
We’re running ‘round and ‘round
like drunken turtles looking for
the end of a circle

Not knowing where we are
or where we want to go
making stories up about
things we don’t know

Desperate to explain
the source of all our pain
we play the ancient game
of finger-pointing blame

Seeing floating hairs
inside our own eyes
believing everyone is blind
and nobody is wise

Imprints of idiocy
behind  every move
and our needle never ever
leaves this groove

One day we’ll wake up
when we settle down
beyond the clouds we will find
an empty sky behind

infallible me

today the code would not work

and the door stayed closed

I thought I was sure
about
the nearness
of the shelter
but I was not

When the flare
flew up in the air
I knew I was
a long way from there

Then
when I froze
bullets flew
all around
and I fell
down to the ground

I listened to her heart
beating away
for two hundred and seventy days
twenty eight million
thumps from her drum
No wonder I was
attached to her
for a while
when I was a child

I can dance
once in a while
if I relax

I can dance
if instead of a dog
I become a cat

I can dance
if I don’t think of this
or that

I can dance
if I don’t look ahead
and don’t look back

I can dance
if I don’t drink beer
or cognac

I can dance
if I’m not a
nymphomaniac

I can dance
if I’m not good
and I’m not bad

I can dance
if I’m not
sad

I can dance

Here I sit all on my own
with noone else in sight
I don't mind if it's dark
or if there's some light

My company is fine for me
I don't need someone else
I've said so much all these years
I've no tales left to tell

Always on the go
Chuck is man on the move
Like a shooting star

Flames and moths never stay
they come and they go
with the winds
and the light of day
Flames and moths
like bell chimes
are coming and going
at the same time
like syllables
in a  rhyme
Try to find them
outside
the mind

They say

Your coca cola can
will disappear
in two hundred years

Your plastic shopping bag
will disappear
in a thousand years

Your cigarette ****
will disappear
in twelve years

Your chocolate milk carton
will disappear
in five years

Your new leather shoes
will disappear
forty years

Your glass bottle
of safe spring water
will disappear
in a million years

But how do they know?