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Sean Hunt Jun 2016
We can walk on water
We can walk on air
In dreams we walk
Everywhere

Life is lucid
Some of the time
But it doesn’t
Always rhyme

Let’s step out of the box
And break the chains
Then nothing will ever
Be the same

Sean Hunt June 2nd 2016
Based on a short video exercise at Wordsworth Trust:  https://vimeo.com/169125279  The group watched this short video and respoded with a poem
Sean Hunt Jun 2016
Now I wonder what it is
To be inhuman
Not knowing
All there is to know
Not being
All there is to be
Unable to know you
Unable to know me

I wonder what they dream
When their eyes close
And their world goes
When they drift away

Sean Hunt  June 2nd 2016
Based on a short video exercise at Wordsworth Trust:  https://vimeo.com/169122366  The group watched this short video and respoded with a poem
Sean Hunt May 2016
Every thing you see
With all of your eyes
All of your reality
Is shifting
Like the sand
And the sea

Do not cry
Or wonder why
Accept this truth
Like a lover
In your youth

Drink deep
With all your senses
Taste
Embrace
This wisdom consort
Of yours

She will  take you
To a place
Of bliss and grace
Far away
From the human race

Sean Hunt  May 14 2016
Sean Hunt May 2016
I am a single man
And there are some
Who cannot understand
Why
I don't want to fall
In love again
I hope my poem
Will explain

I keep telling everyone
I don’t want to take a chance
I’ll never be ready
For another romance
She held me so close
With her Latin hands
And we had such a wild
And a wonderful dance

I feel like I’ve climbed
The world’s highest peak
Already I’ve seen
All there is to see
Silvia’s her name
And drama her game
Every night and day
She took my breath away

I’ve been to the top
Of the world’s highest peak
And already I’ve seen
All there is to see
I’ll never forget
Our long goodbye
Ain’t it strange when you fall
You can climb so high

Sean Hunt   May 2016
Sean Hunt May 2016
Our aloneness we deny
And defy
Why?

We’re as alone
As a cloud
In a crowded
Sky

We’re alone when we’re high
And alone when we cry

We're alone when we're  born,
And alone when we die,

And alone in between
Our hello and goodbye

Sean
Sean Hunt May 2016
Someone offered Kate a gun
They don’t know her well
She wouldn’t shoot
At anyone
For a pound or two
So she’s safe
For me and you
Kate looks tough on a bike
But she wouldn’t harm a fly
She is too lady-like

Sean Hunt May 17 2016
Sean Hunt May 2016
The Mortal Man
In Troutbeck
Is beginning to be
A
Poet Factory
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