sean-hunt
Irish. born in London, raised in Canada, multiple careers including, chronologically, I.T. Programmer/Analyst/Teacher, L.S.D Researcher, Carpenter, Headhunter, Vocational Counsellor, Addictions Counsellor, Psychotherapist/Psychologist, Meditating Buddhist Monk, Lyricist, Poet. Presently performing with Cumbrian Tethera, a trio of musicians/songwriters in the Lakes District in England / / All poems: © Copyright Protected. / © Sean Hunt
We wonder, me and you
We wonder why the sky is so blue
and why the weather’s never right
why everybody’s so uptight
Is love all we need, like the Beatles say
running around in a hard night’s day
In order for them to feel so free
they needed **** and LSD
Wisdom seems to be missing, to me
not knowing so many mysteries
With wisdom we can shine a light
and every ‘thing’ will be alright
Mar 1, 2022
Mar 1, 2022 at 10:41 AM UTC
They say the climate's changing?
I say "Of course!
It never stays the same
south or north"
One thing we should know-
Everything is coming
and going
in the same moment
Will there be a war?
someone said to me today
I said "Is there ever not a war?
Peace never stays, not even for a day?"
Until we all fly away
Feb 22, 2022
Feb 22, 2022 at 10:17 AM UTC
What a curious climate
our culture is in!
We’re tormented and trapped
in a wi-fi web
Technologically dependent
utter loss of independence
Brown blackbird *******
about the state she’s in
as a box has dropped
and she can’t sing
caged in a conundrum
that has clipped her wings
no hope for a door to open up
Jan 26, 2022
Jan 26, 2022 at 4:13 AM UTC
Footless and unfree
We all found ourselves
singing out of tune
in a vacuum
Both blasphemed and blessed
but delighted by the quietness
we reached the end of plentiness
a place of neither fullness nor emptiness
drizzles down to the ground
sprinkles all around
manic energetic eagles and doves
sweating droplets from above
The seasons were green
thankfully
if it were wintry
we’d have climbed trees
Rats running from the race
carving out personal space
to be alone on their own
in ‘no go’ zones
Sean Hunt
Jul 24, 2020
Jul 24, 2020 at 9:40 AM UTC
I wonder where it lurks,
in the rivers
flowing through the liver,
in the **** in the heart
in the darkness of a mind
mercurial movements
from the corner of my eye
stalking and seeking
but never seeing
flickering things
passing by
Or is it a long alarm
warning of harm
coming my way
today
or tomorrow
an angel trumpeting
the coming
of danger
Fear,
friend or foe?
by Sean Hunt
Jun 16, 2020
Jun 16, 2020 at 1:58 PM UTC
They say there is a secret
known by very few
is it known by you
have they tried to sell it to you
on the internet
steps of this pyramid
they say
will take you to
a private pinnacle
shared by very few
freakishly fortunate
and especially special
people
chosen to be chosen
by the chosen ones
who were lucky enough
to be chosen
by other chosen ones
in a corporate coven
Jun 10, 2020
Jun 10, 2020 at 6:50 PM UTC
All along the precipice
we stand
unable to hold hands
as the night air
everywhere
becomes rarified
almost oxygen-free
affecting
the way we see
The red sunset
will not surrender yet
as she shouts, out loud
Jun 5, 2020
Jun 5, 2020 at 8:46 AM UTC
In Ambleside we see
the remains of a Roman fort
Though much has changed
from those times
We wonder what they saw
what kind of lives they lived
through the ticking down of breaths
from birth through ageing sickness and death
They were far from home
far from Rome
on the shore of Windermere
and we wonder
what in thunder
they were doing here
so far from home
on the shore of Windermere
There was no silver
there was no gold
but they came
and grew a little older
and then came more
boat after boat
but why
we do not know
They built a fort
from stone and wood
fit in as many
men as they could
clerks and cooks
We wonder
what they came here for
We wonder what they took
Jun 2, 2020
Jun 2, 2020 at 4:09 PM UTC
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
Jun 2, 2020
Jun 2, 2020 at 4:06 PM UTC
It’s a virtual world
the one that we now
think we know
once removed reality
We see through
a series of screens
from hand-held cells
to HD screens
and every thing
in between
Jun 2, 2020
Jun 2, 2020 at 3:57 PM UTC