Beware of the wisdom
that comes out of my mouth
Because it comes out
doesn't mean it went in

A porpoise may stay
near the surface for air
without diving deep
to find what's down there?

It's easy to say words
if they have been learned
Knowledge of the meaning
this must be earned

Now it’s nearly midnight
the day is almost done
we had our share of happiness
we had our share of fun
Some days were so dark
we couldn’t walk or run
Felt like we were living in
the land of the midnight sun


The early days are over
merely memories
that can’t be traced anyways
to things that can be seen
Those people that I thought I saw
when my eyes were young
those songs that now come to mind
were they ever sung

Those memories of dreams
that haunt my autumn mind
if I tried to look for them
they’d be hard to find

My diary is somewhere here
I never threw it out
If I really wanted to
I’d find it no doubt
I guess I just don’t have the wish
There isn’t much to say
Nothing new has happened here
for a few days

Those memories of dreams
that haunt my autumn mind
if I tried to look for them
they’d be hard to find

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

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

I see a man standing, on a wave
Such a strange thing, he never falls in
And a candle flame, still in the wind
While the wind blows, and the trees sing
The clouds are white the sky is blue
The sky stays still while clouds move through
I see a man on a mountain, he’s so wise
He stopped seeing every thing with his eyes
He told everybody what he’d seen
Said if you can see nothing, something will be seen
The clouds are white the sky is blue
The sky stays still while clouds move through

       Sean Hunt   Dec 4 2016

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

While I stare into the air
with an expressionless face
at the empty place
where my next poem will come from
I delight in my not knowing
Not knowing the name
Not knowing the fame
Knowing neither the meaning
nor the theme
Knowing neither the event
nor the intent
Not knowing the length

There is a well
that I never find dry
And now though I know
I was determined
to leave the door closed
I did not tease it out
or chase any bait
and was happy to wait
but it walked through the wall
anyways
and stares at me