Do I leave, do I stay
Which way, which way?
Go left, go right
Do I stay, do I fight
Who’s my brother, who’s my mother
Who’s my wife and who’s my lover
It’s me, it’s them,
It’s now, it’s then
Is it my community,
Or a lion’s den
Do I tango, do I talk
Do I break or make walls

Left right Left right
Wrong Right Wrong Right
Left right Left right
Loose Tight Loose Tight
Left right Left right

Sean Hunt  June 6 2016

We will all be forgotten
Of this there is no doubt
Though we live as if
A world without us
Could not exist

We grossly exaggerate
Our importance
Arrogantly
Overestimating
Our relevance
To the orbit of all
The planets
And galaxies

How many years will
Your memory remain
In the minds of men
And women?
Put your self
In perspective
Reflect on
How forgettable
You are

Stars and tears
All disappear

Sean Hunt Windermere 2016

I'm Never Alone

I'm never alone, there's always someone there
To walk with, to talk to, to breathe the same air

In town or in country, I'm in good company
Because I always, bring along me

I always see me!  Wherever I go
I'm not on my own, there's someone I know

He's never a bore, though sometimes a chore
Can talk up a tempest, can talk up a storm

Once in a while, he may disappear
But then in a moment, he will reappear

Sometimes he gives me, such a fright,
When I wake up, in the middle of the night

It may take a moment,  a moment or two
Before he awakes, and I'm wondering: “Who

It is in my bed, all by himself
Grasping and searching, for his lifebelt

Those moments are rare, when there's nobody there
To walk with, to talk to, to breathe the same air

Sean Hunt
Windermere, Dec 26 2015

Beware the dakini
With the steamy
Serrated edge knife
She alleges
The knife
That can slice
Can tear
And equally bare
The flesh
To air

Be prepared!

Love

Knowledge from college
Cannot explain
What love is
And the process of pain

Pop music knows nothing
About Love
We must debunk
Psychotic ramblings
From junkies

Love is liberation
Love is giving not taking
Love is not enslavement
Love is liberation
From the chains of
The 'Me' generation

Sean Hunt
Windermere April 2015

Magician 03

Although I know
All my tigers
Are bounding
Out of
My dream machine
Pretending to be mean
Why do I run
Why do I scream
When my
Very own tigers
Jump out of
My very own
Dream machine?

Maybe I'm
To good a magician
Tricked
By my own illusions
But
I really should know
I'm just putting on a show.

When the curtain comes down
And there's no danger
To be found
I can't be running
'Round and 'round
So scared,
Of my own,
Shadow

Sean Hunt
Windermere, Dec 19, 2015

My daytime dream was dark
And  difficult
Little luck
Lots of struggling
Pervasive frustration
And a sense of subtle
Irritation

Murky air,
Everywhere
At every turn
A dead end
Or a circlular
One-way bypass
For my desired destination

I was trying to arrange
Things,
Organizing
Circumstances
To my best advantage.

Then I began to consider
My dream world friends
Instead of taking care of me
I started taking care of them

Those around me,
The other actors in my movie
What do they need?
What would they want

Because it was a dream
I could give them anything
Rearrange their world
Let their bells ring

And we all began to sing

Sean Hunt
Windermere Dec 24 2015

Imagine
An imagined ******
Outside the state
Of awakedness
In the middle of the night
With your eyes and  mind
Shut tight
Without a worldly boy or girl

Imagine
You can step between
Each microcosmic
Moment in time
Humming
The eternal
*******
Existential rhyme

Gaté  Gaté  Gaté

This is the state
Of everlasting
Awakedness


Sean Hunt
Windermere
(in the middle of the night)
November 5th 2015

Dead leaves
Are gone
Life seems
It will go on
Forever

Summer has come
Time for fun
For some
But all things
That have begun
Will be
Undone

Sean Hunt  
Windermere  May 17th  2016

Another day,
Today,
Now
What do I have
To say?

Why do I find your beauty
Painful,
Hanna May
Even your name
Can bite me
Just a little bit?

It's all about me
And not about you
I'm watching waves
With some wisdom
When they come
Rolling in
Because I know
There's an undertow

Yes, I know
There's an undertow

Sean Hunt
Windermere January 5th 2016

My life is like a candle flame
About to die in the wind
Or like a spring snow fort
About to cave in
Some say we need to live as if
We may die today
I say for me it may be best  
I to think of hours left

Sean Hunt  Dec 19 2016

The World Will Be Burned

Over eight hundred thousand
Pounds per missile, Mate
British Sterling Money
NOT Imperial Weight!
I could cry.
Many Muslims too
Have teary eyes
Those who loved her smile
Those who bathed
In the radience
Of her beauty
Will remember the missile
And her smile
The missile
And her smile
The missile
And her smile
For a while
And then
When they have been brought
To the boiling point
The world
Once again
Will be burned

Sean Hunt  
Windermere, December 6, 2015

Although I know
Why the sky is blue
I understand me
And I understand you
I stay confused
Self-abused and bruised
Why?
Now I know
I need to go
And learn
Something new
Or
Something anew

Sean Hunt March 6 2016

What I want
Is freedom
From fear
For
Ever
More

Sean Hunt

Jan 17, Windermere

I love it when someone’s in love with me
Love is blind
And they can’t see me
Clearly

I love it when someone’s in love with me
In their glazed eyes
They see a hero
Not the villain I can be

I don’t have to shine my shoes
Or watch my P’s and Q’s
I close my eyes once in a while
Relax, and smile
Lay down on my Lie Low
And watch the river flow

I love it when someone’s in love with me
But only for a while
Then the spell begins to break
They start to treat me like a child
They tell me I have changed
All the rules of the game
I’m not who I used to be
I’m not the one they used to see
Sooner or later I’m told
I to hit the road

No more, no more, no more

       Sean Hunt    Sept 2016

Do you have a little bit
Of garlic in your ***
Still behaving ordinary
Though you know you're not
When will you clean up the bits
Of garlic that you've got?
A lingering aroma
Will be all that's left
When you finally finish
Cleaning your ***


Sean Hunt
Windermere, October 27, 2015

My words
Come
From where
The clouds
Come from

Peeping Tom
Surfs the virtual world
In an hour he can be
In over a hundred countries
What does he see?

He sees what they want him to see
He thinks he is free
To choose
But he needs to know that he is used
And abused by political puppeteers
Behind the scenes
Market-share-mad merchandisers
Twisting his arm
Elbowing him
Standing in his way
Shouting in his ear
They know exactly how to get his attention
They titillate
Create fear, desire, frustration
They only show a bit of it
A *** or two
Always something new

They make the waves
That Tom rides
They make them high
They make them long
He thinks they come from the sea, naturally
But Tom is wrong
They are man-made waves

They have him in their computer,
In their long range plan
They watch his every move
Give it to data-entry
Then to oceanography
Where they play
With the waves
That he will ride day after day,
Thinking he is free,
All alone on the sea

Sean Hunt    Windermere  July 2015

I am under no illusion
You will forget me soon
My memory will fade into
The space inside your mind
But while you are alive
I will return
I will arrive
Now and then
Like a shooting star
From a far
Passing through
From me to you
But what about
When you too
Disappear
Who then will see
This sudden streak
Through the night sky?

Sean Hunt  Dec 25 2016

I don’t mean to seem misogynistic
But I know I need a woman
To help me clean
And organize my world
I’m not a newly liberated teen
Caught up in the whirl
Of sudden liberation
From mum and dad
For many years now,
This freedom I have had

I’m afraid I must admit
My house is now scary
And I am afraid
That if I die one day
And someone comes
To sort the mess
Of all these years
They will not shed a tear

They may say:
“He seemed well-dressed,
His elegance suggested something else,
A life more organized
And certainly less smelly”

Now it seems I have
Every thing I need
All the solvents
Hoover technology
And a steady flow
Of very hot water
I live a life of leisure
And I have loads of time
Which I devote to pleasure

There’s no excuse
For what one sees
Inside my house
The fault is me

Now a lady’s lovely touch
Would also warm my heart
Which, I’m well aware
Could beat a little harder
But the firmness of
That gentle hand
Is what I really need, it seems,
To guide my idle mind
And organize my dream

Sean Hunt

Though the paper and pen are lovers
It’s only for a short time
The paper and pen will vanish
Just like this time with my rhyme
No pasa nada
Like mother and father
We orphans
Will come and go too
Nothing is new
No need to be blue

Sean Hunt   March 2016

Wishing Peace and Love
And freedom from fear
Hope and Happiness
In the New Year

To our mothers and brothers
Over the seas
May their lives be full
And free from disease

May nobody live
Under a thumb
May the planes return to
The place they came from

May all of those Drones,
Fly back to their homes
May the guns rust
And be covered in dust

May all of the sermons
And soldiering stop
May we tend to our families
And to our crops

The horizon will bring
A Rising dawn
And the curtain, on war
Will be drawn

Wishing Peace and love
And freedom from fear
Hope and Happiness
In the New Year

Everywhere I see
People
Like you
Like me
Always on the move
Through infinite galaxies

From here to there
Breathing water
Breathing air
Flying
Crying Dying
Mistaken minds
Trying to find
A holy grail
Flailing
Weeping
Wailing
Setting a sorry sail

Sean Hunt Windermere 2016

Lucy told me yesterday
I've got to live another way
The little bit of hair that's left
Is getting very grey

She said 'Flap that bodhisattva wing
You've got it all wrong
Your other wing, the wisdom wing
Is way too strong

You are long in the tooth
And there are two types of truth
There are two types of bliss
You're giving one of them a miss

Stop looking for laughs
Mr. Airbrush Man
You keep on covering it up
Whenever you can

Suffering is serious
And it's a sin to smile
While the mice are in such misery
All of the while”

She's not just a pretty face
She can be wicked with her words
Carving morsels of wisdom
That need to be heard

This has been forbidden fruit
For oh so many years
And I can't explain why
I've never given it a try

Maybe
Today
Will be the day?

Sean Hunt
Windermere December 17th

I wondered today
if anyone has wondered
whether there is a center
to the universe
Godgle told me that
others have wondered
not about the wondering
but about the center

I am still wondering
no longer about the wondering
but about the center

If the truth be told
Only half his heart was gold
The other half was steel
I wish the man they buried
Was at least a little real

It wasn’t his fault
So I’m not really sad
Because both his mum and dad
Were just a little mad

He was a little wounded
When he was a child
Too much time in the trenches
While they all went wild

I never saw them kiss
No one talks about this
Denial of the gloom
And the elephant in the room

Someone I never knew
Went into the ****** hearse
And the epitaph they wrote
Was for another person

Sean Hunt Jan 1st 2017

Do you want to lose your self in the labyrinth of life
The door has been open day and night

You can be red or you can be blue
and you can decide everything that you do

The world you saw wasn’t really here
your black magic made it appear

Undo that dream, the one you don’t like
this world is not watertight

Though it seems like a circle going nowhere
in the end you will travel from here to there

Leave your car and your cases behind
they won’t fit into your new mind

Bring your umbrella and your chapeau
the one that looks like a rainbow

Bon voyage your journey now must start
as you descend down to your heart

There's a reason, there's a rhyme
Behind the pantomime
I see something behind the scene
Do you know what I mean
Don't  fly too high, or fall too low
One thing you must know, it's all a shadow show

Nothing's the way that it seems
Just try to find me, and every thing you see
Turn every thing upside down
In the country and the town
Don't believe your eyes, they only tell lies
That goes for you, and me, and every thing we see

Nothing's the way that it seems
Even the dreamer is dreamed

Try to touch the things you see, try to touch me
In the end you'll be staring at air, because there's nothing out there
Human confusion we see, don't believe your dream
It's human confusion we see, don't believe your dream

Nothing's the way that it seems
Even the dreamer is dreamed

There's a reason, there's a rhyme
Behind the pantomime
I see something behind the scene
Do you know what I mean?
Sean Hunt
Windermere  Jan 13 2016

Even my mind
Is mere appearance
To my mind

There have been a few things
I've been trying to find
That keep on appearing
To my mind

You
And me
And everything we see
Will be found unfindable
By you and by me

If I look for my house
Within it's parts
Start with the roof?
Then set it apart
And now the walls
Set them apart too.
Now the heart of the matter
The last resort
Maybe the floor
(Or the front door)
Now where is my house
Seen by me
And by you?

That house where I live
We will both find
Only exists
Inside my mind

And even my mind
Is mere appearance
To my mind

Sean Hunt
Windermere December 30 2015

My anonymous muse
May remain that way
We could die
In the light of day

She draws from a well
Deep inside
This ageing and
Wizened mind

She is my mirror
I love her hair
There are other things
That we share

We must remain a mystery
A mere potentiality
Completely unexplored
An unopened door

Nameless she’ll stay
We won’t mis-behave
I’m retired and she's still young enough
To rant and to rave

Sean

There is no truth
And there is no lie
There's a mind making up
Every thing that goes by

When we look in a mirror
There is no one there
But still we stop
We stop and stare

We're better than Dali
Or Pablo Picasso
We are master painters
Artists also

They touch our minds
With pigments and paint
We make a world
From empty space

Some of our works
Shimmer and shine
With visions of summer
Flowers and wine

But our canvas can cry
And scream in pain
As our world wretches
Again and again


Windermere Jan 25 2016

There were things you wanted to do
But I couldn’t let you
I didn’t want to
I had to shoot  

Although I tried I couldn’t find
Something else to do
I didn’t want to
But I had to shoot

You pointed your gun at someone
Although
I didn’t want to
I had to shoot

The sword you held in your hand
Had sliced a man in two
I didn’t want to
But I had to shoot

No time to talk or say goodbye
Time to ask you why
I didn’t want to
But I had to shoot

And although I knew
You were unwell
Fighting phantom infidels
I had to shoot

I shouted out I yelled
But you were under
Someone’s spell
And I had to shoot

Catch 22 caught me
And it caught you
Although I didn’t want to
I had to shoot

Nothing else for me to do
Though I didn’t want to
I had to shoot

You shouted blame and called his name in vain
Though I didn’t want to
I had to shoot

You chose the game you shamed his name
Though I didn’t want to
I had to shoot

If you come back from the dead
With hatred in your head
I’ll have to shoot
Again, and again and again, and again
And again and again
I’ll have to shoot

It's getting late
It doesn't take much time
To write
A line or two
Or three or four
Or maybe even more
You have it in you
All at hand
Ready for the 'Write'
Remember you can do this
Anytime day or night
You are a poetess, we know
It's not a secret now
You've proven many times
That you know how!
We miss your contributions to
Our world of verse
We all sing in a chorus now:
"Your absence is perverse!"
Once a pickle,
Your cucumber days
Are done!



Sean

What a War!
Invisible weapons
Sudden surprises
Brash and bold
Suicidal  sorties
Nasty and naughty
Into our status quo

Graphic gaudy gifts
Given any time of any day
To anyone in any place
Random acts of unkindness

They make us imagine
The worst that could happen!
We're standing
On the edge of a cliff,
Wondering if the ground beneath
Will suddenly disappear
And lift our stomach to our ears

Exotic hot tourist spots?
I think not!
Now flying in a plane
Is only for the brave
Or the criminally insane

Here come our bold bedouin consequences
Of our modern day econo-crusades
Our karmic boomerang

We tunneled in their soil
And planted puppet royals
Now they tunnel in our soil
What a price we pay for oil

Sean Hunt, Windermere 2015

Beware the modern mindfulness merchants
They miss the mark
They make you meditate on the extreme of existence
Cementing your psychosis

At the end of their day you’ll be far from the middle way
Contemplating waves instead of the sea
Making an inventory of things in a dream
Following their ‘Way’ you will never be free

Holy men, offended
By their fables
Wish to overturn
The temple tables

Sean Hunt  Feb 2017

Leonard left
****** words
Unheard
Steadily
Swimming
Upstream
Against the current
Of my mind
Determined
To spawn
For the first time

From where
Come
My words
And all my
Wild ideas?

My me
And your me
Are destined for
Incompatibility

The me that I see
And the me that you see
Are simply not
The same me

AND

The you that you see
And the you that I see
Are as different
As a toe and a tree

Now the me that I am
Is not the me I wanted to be
I had to be this me
For mummy and daddy

And the you that you are
Is not the you, you wanted to be
You too needed to please
Mummy and daddy

You are unknowable
I am unknowable
No wonder our relationships
Are so unbearable

Sean Hunt  April 30 2016

Beware
Of the right
They just love
To
*******
Fight

Watch my poem start
Without a theme

As I wonder where
The words will come from

And what they will mean

Maybe one thing for you
Another for me

Maybe nothing for some
And something for

A 'Fortunate One'

Sean Hunt  
Windermere
Easter Sunday 2015

'Sitting' In The River

'Sitting' .....
In the middle
Of the river
Of moments
Flowing by
Watching it all
From the corner
Of your inner
Eye
Saying
'Samsara
Goodbye'

Sean Hunt
Windermere, Oct 2015

Imagine
every single person
here on earth
is black
please don't have
a heart attack

all the shirts are purple
shoes are blue
cars too
so they can't say
anything
about you

and all the houses
painted pink
if you don't want to end up
in the clink

imagine
all we've got
is muslim mosques
where we can pray
I wonder what
we would say

Sean Hunt
Feb 14th 2015

Where is this WORD
Is it the W
No
Is it the O
No
Is it the R
No
Is it the D
No
These are parts of the
WORD
And not the
WORD
Maybe the collection
Of the parts is the
WORD
A collection of Things
That are not a Thing
Cannot be
A Thing
A collection of foxes
Cannot be a sheep
We will have to look
A little deeper
The WORD
Exists
As mere
Imputation
Or
Hallucination
As mere
Appearance
To mind
There is no WORD
To find

Even if I could fly
Above the weather
I would not want to be bound
To flesh and feather
Forever

Sean Hunt Windermere UK 2016

Leathered Earth

Our ground has many twigs and
Knife-like stones
That cause us to cry out

Always stepping gingerly about
We wish that we could fly
Or levitate a little
Just above the
Pointed prickly stuff
Down on the ground

We bitterly complain
Try to
Redesign and rearrange

We would like a leather carpet
Unfurled
Around our world
So our tender little feet can live
Forever
In comfort and in peace

Do we cover our infinite galaxy
Forever
With leather

Or do we wear shoes?

Sean Hunt
Windermere November 2015

When I was a child life was grand
I’m still sitting in the sand with busy hands
Building up and tearing down
Standing up and sitting down
There’s no wall I can call mine
No clock to tell the time
Little waves come now and then
Until the big one at the end

Knowing this I carry on
Though what I build will be gone
Knowing this I carry on
Though every thing will be gone

Across the sand the sun will set
And make this busy mind rest
The sea will take some sand away
And set the stage for the dawning day

Knowing this I carry on
Though what I build will be gone
Knowing this I carry on
Though every thing will be gone

Imagine having nothing to learn
And imagine having nothing to yearn
Imagine if you dream this dream tonight
And never ever wake to daylight

Imagine when you  sleep  tonight
Dreaming a world where every thing's alright
Dreaming this dream tonight
Saying good night, and  turning off the light

You're never too warm or cold
And you never have to get old  
Where's there's no need to eat at all
And where you fly high but never fall

Imagine when you  sleep tonight
Dreaming a world where every thing's alright
Dreaming this dream tonight
Saying good night, and turning  off the light


Sean Hunt
Ulverston 2013

Meditation
Is an art
So it can be hard
For us to start

If we write reviews
And read critiques
Before we sit down
On our seats

Sean Hunt

Don’t you know when we embrace
We’re holding empty space
That’s just how it is
In this human race

We think it’s something else
Something that it’s not
We think we have a lover
That we haven’t got

The person in our arms
Feels so very real
Then when we try to find them
Things become surreal

There’s no one there to hold
Just some skin and hair
The person that we love
Is as empty as the air

I’ll put you on a pedestal
Bend down on one knee
Though the person I adore
I cannot even see

Like a rainbow and a phantom
You will come and go
Like a dream in the night
Like a shadow in a show

Like a promise that was broken
Like a vow never kept
Like an abandoned plan
Or an unpaid debt

Don’t you know when we embrace
We’re holding empty space
That’s just how it is
In this human race