She just needs a man
To crack his whip
Sometimes

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

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

When I see you
Memories are stirred
Breath is heavy with a flood
And it sort of looks like love
But I don’t trust this anymore
I’ve been here so many times before

You make me want to dive
Once again
Into that hedonistic heaven
Where we’re surrounded by
And drowning in our senses
A place where there’s no sound
Anywhere around
There is where I’d  love to live
A little while with you
You seducing me
Me seducing you
And nothing else to do

Nowadays I’m older
The hair that’s left is grey
And I like to sleep a lot
Each and every day
I’m quiet
I’m retired
And I’m feeling free
But I have these memories
And now fantastic fantasies,
Too
All because of you

Breath is heavy
Heartbeat fast
While I wonder whether,
I may have left
The best ‘til last

Sean

Where does inspiration come from
When there’s none where has it gone

Where do thoughts come from
When they go where have they gone?

Where do dreams come from
When they die where have they gone

Where does love come from
When there’s none where has it gone

Where do memories come from
When they leave where have they gone

Where do mothers come from
When they die where have they gone

Where do ideas come from
When there are none where have they gone

Where does death come from
One day it will be gone

‘Inception’ implies
Much more
Than the word
That is commonly heard
When we dig deeper
This well has no bottom
Dive like a swan
Into that pit
And you’ll not find
The end of it

In the middle of the riddle of life and death
You’ll find the answers that you haven’t found  yet  

Tell me why tell me why do the good die young
It’s just a story in a song that’s sung  
Tell me why you don’t love me when I love  you
Can you tell me why the sky is blue

Aye aye aye aye aye we wonder why
Aye aye aye aye aye we sigh and cry  

In the middle of the riddle of life and death
You’ll find the answers that you haven’t found  yet  
            
Tell me why tell me why do we have to  die
Because you gotta find another ‘I’  
Tell me why tell me why things come and go
Because every thing is like spring snow

Aye aye aye aye aye we wonder why
Aye aye aye aye aye we sigh and cry  

In the middle of the riddle of life and  death
You’ll find the answers that you haven’t found  yet  

Tell me why tell me why is the snow so white
Because we like things dark and bright  
Tell me why tell me why I can’t live  forever
One thing you gotta learn is not to say never

Aye aye aye aye aye we wonder why
Aye aye aye aye aye we sigh and cry  

In the middle of the riddle of life and death
You’ll find the answers that you haven’t found yet

Sean Hunt