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 May 2016 Sean Hunt
Ja
GOODBYE HEART
 May 2016 Sean Hunt
Ja
You begged for my heart
So I gave it to share
But you snatched it away
And left me bare

I asked for it back
Or else I would die
But you didn’t care
You just said goodbye
BOEMS BY JA 505
 May 2016 Sean Hunt
Ja
CYRANO
 May 2016 Sean Hunt
Ja
Oh Cyrano, dear Cyrano
Monsieur, de Bergerac
Your nose was big, yes really big
Immense, “la tabernac”

You stuck it in, a love affair
And wrote, Roxanne some prose
She fell for it, to the extent
That then, she Christian chose

All those years, you pined for her
And wrote Christian, some more
But in the end, it wasn’t him
But the letters, she’d adore

So you were left, without her love
As if, it was to be
And it’s your prose, which did you in
How stupid, could you be

Before Roxanne, realized you lied
A log, did hit your head
You sadly came, to your demise
And your love, remained unsaid

And so, the moral of your story
Now, comes sadly to its close
Remember to be careful
Where you stick, your big fat nose
BOEMS BY JA 74
this poem
is not about you

even though
your spirit is in every word
your voice sounds strong
in the halls of my mind
telling me things
I am now sure
I want to know

this poem is
about me

trying to understand
you
 May 2016 Sean Hunt
julie patten
On your marks
TO run your best
StOrm ahead to keep abreast
ThrOugh the pain within your chest
AnxiOus now to pass the rest
LifelOng fame could be made
DeliciOus win of this decade
ScenariO will never fade
LimitatiOns not obeyed
A dynamic/experimental poem. Not only do the athletes race but the 'O' moves one space along on each line
(from my book, Hotchpotch)
go to my website@ www.novelsforyou.wix.com/novelsforyou
 May 2016 Sean Hunt
tzvi lindeman
I slip the mail through the door
the looks they give
             show they abhor
What junk now.... Bills you can keep
I just want to go home and weep
As I walk by
            the only ones pleased to see
Are the dogs, looking for a bone to gnaw
               or a meal for free
Once the van in red
was greeted like a friend.... a father
Now I sometimes wonder
        Why I even bother.
 May 2016 Sean Hunt
goner
Nothing was lonely.  
the weight of his dark.
the waste of his light.
Nothing was alone.*

Nothing needed Something, but
there was only Nothing there.  
there was only Nothing before.
there is only Nothing after.

only during, was ever there not only Nothing.
only during, did Nothing have Something.

Something was lovely.
the state of her heart.
the taste of her lips.
Something was love.


and
Nothing could not have
wanted Something more
but
as the saying goes;
you can't have
Something for Nothing.
 

-@NoMortalDreams-
Instructions: read in your most convincing fairy tale narrator voice.
 May 2016 Sean Hunt
goner
this place has some strange ways of pulling you
u n d e r
the world feels so small and there's no time to
w o n d e r
about the places my mind wants when it
w a n d e r s
- - -
i rack my brain and i
try to
remember
the way that it felt way too warm for
november
and the way that it felt like her mood changed the weather
and how i'll spend forever just trying
to
*forget her
Instructions: try to remember to forget her
 May 2016 Sean Hunt
goner
the end
looks a lot like me;
b i l l o w e d,
(( s h r o u d e d )),
rain c l o u d eyes.
twįstęd tongues
which speak in lies.
mælstrøm mind
manipulates,
-&- 
measured malice
concentrates.  
dosing mostly those
that mean the most to me.
and though it be the me
that I try not to be,
t h e  e n d
looks a lot like me.

-@gonegonegoner-
Instructions: don't feed the wildlife.
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