Donald thinks he is a king no doubt
"Off with his head" I hear him shout
and other nations best beware
of this man with too much hair

The Princess travels at his side
to other courts far and wide
And on his throne she seems to set
both her beautiful eyes

Her husband also likes to play
this big-boy power game
Watch in his supporting role
as he carries her through the threshold

Barking dogs and believers in God
insist that you listen
Both disturb the peace
the wolf and the priest

They choose the time
they choose the place
they choose the rhyme
they choose the pace

You are incidental
in their scheme of things
They want everyone with ears
To hear the song they sing

Mouths wide open they project
a sound you can't ignore
while they rant and rave
and growl and roar

Though you pray for the end
it will only come
when they both decide
that they are finally done

Took a trip yesterday, destination over there
Settled down some where, between here  and there
The place was unfamiliar, and my mind couldn't grasp
The difference between, this this and that that
Nothing is solid every thing is slow
There’s nothing to do and there’s nowhere to go
When apprehension set in, at the very start
I took a look at him, and set anchor in his heart
I watched the show unfold, somewhere behind my eyes
I met someone named Lucy, who  lives in the sky”
I knew I was responsible, for everything I saw
from the liquid walls, to the winding halls
Though I wasn't tired, I laid myself down
thinking about everyone, who wasn't around
I bounced like a ball, through the memories
skipping days and weeks, and months and years
I landed now and then, as if magnetised
by moments in the past, where I’d sigh or cry

Korean Kim
wrote a poem today
and I really like
what he had to say

He said the remarks
of Tyrannical Trump
have the trademark
of ‘a dog’s bark’

Another poet
heard my words
pulled a rabbit
out of his hat
and said
“Take that”

Between Breaths
take a rest
Stop for a moment or two
there’s nothing that you
really have to do
The world will keep turning
There’s a trick you must learn
Hop off the merry-go-’round
Drop out of this twisted town

A universe of time can be found
when you separate moments
and have a look around

You don’t need to breathe
the air will satisfy
like a piece of meat
When you don’t need to drink
and you don’t need to eat
and the ground just moves
underneath your feet
you can walk on the wind
from the west to the east
Just sit, and enjoy, the feast

A universe of time can be found
when you separate moments
and have a look around

When life is hellish
you may be suffering from
the selfish fetish
forgetting everyone else
hopelessly in love with your self
shying away from the borderline
thinking of ‘me’
thinking of ‘mine’
whining the existential whine
bunkered down behind the line
that nobody drew
not even you
myopically mistaken
asleep
and oh so far from awake

I can’t remember when
I last wrote a poem with a pen
Writing once romanticised
now has been exorcised

From touching tablets or touching keys
magically
words begin
appearing on a screen

Organised as I wish
edits in an instant
easily erased
replaced or placed elsewhere on the page

A literary light show
based on binary play
then sent off to cyberspace
until another day

Such A Unique Concoction
        or ....  'Ode To Mel'

Sartorially speaking
she has no equal
Later when she ordered a coffee
in Windermere
the waiter’s incredulity
spoke as many volumes
as her color scheme

Her order took a while
for him to grasp
as this was the first time
and the last
that anyone
would ever request
such a unique concoction



          Sean Hunt   August 2017

It may be today
That day that hardly anyone knows
even those with high degrees
from academies

Unless they have been tried
and lost their last appeal
unless their fate
has been sealed

Unless they have a date to fry
a date to fly up in the sky
a day to die
determined from on high

But I am not on death row
so I am not in the know
for me there is
uncertainty

Could be when I next take the wheel
and drive around a bend
blinded to the truth
that my life’s about to end

It could be in my hall
if I trip and fall and bump my head
I could be dead
then be reborn with no warning

When blame is the game
we’re floundering
upside down

When blame is the game
no one wins
everyone sins

When blame is the game
the ground we are on
is wrong

When blame is the game
scream at the stars
you won’t get very far

When blame is the game
go back to the start
and open your heart

With my psychosis subdued
Every thing is new
My body, my mind
Me and you
Completely free
I soak up the sun
And swim in the sea
Of reality

All those years
I could hear
but only with my ears

The years went by
and I could see
but only with my eyes

I could find
so many things
but only with my mind

Psychedelic eyes
saw it all
not seeing through the lies

The burned out basement
where I lived
floated into space

Seagulls outdone
by 'little ones'
clapping and slapping
screeching and crapping

Acting much bigger
than they are
crying and vying
to rule the roost

Cacophony clowns
competing with sound
running around
all over town

Attention grabbers
perched on pinnacles
looking down
on the others around

This place where I am
is not the place
I want to be
Now I know
I need to go
from here to there.
Somewhere else,
other than here
is where I need to be

“How?”  says Maggie
when she’s in this state
and her body and mind
will not cooperate

“How?” I say
in my state
when my mind will not
cooperate

“How?”

Sean Hunt  August 17 2017

Every moment of hesitation
Every moment of non-realization
Is a grain of liberation sand
Falling through my hand
Every grasp that I make
With every breath that I take
Is a grain of liberation sand
Falling through my hand
I can mount taking
and giving on the breath
so I can mount liberation
also on my breath

Stop and watch me carefully
what you get will not be what you see
My hedonistic needy-me view
has nothing at all to do with you
It’s all about me and not about you
Don’t trust what I say or what I do
I’m a man with a plan that I’ll never reveal
and it may take years for you to heal
If you fall for me and take the bait
You will find your self in a sorry state

Sean Hunt  July 2017

The mirage will end
I wonder when?
If I knew
What would I do?

Who would I see
Who would I be
If the time I had left
Were blessed

By mindfulness
And kindfulness
And tidying up
My mess


Sean Hunt   July 25 2017

Animals and insects
we like or we hate
we help or we ****
for reasons feeble
just like people

I’m watching a gardener at his game
To be honest it seems a little insane
like playing with water as it falls
through the hands and into the sand

His wife is working at his side
The team is trying to turn the tide
They will for maybe a moment or two
But anarchic nature will blast her way through

Now I  have many sisters, and I  have many brothers
And we're all children, of a  childless mother
And we can't complain, ever again
about the wind, or the rain, no never again

We were never born so we can’t complain
about the wind, and the rain

They say my name is Sam, but it's all a sham
Because they gave that name to a motherless man

Maybe you're wondering what it's all about
And maybe you're wondering how I found out

If I don't have a mother then my life's a lie
And it makes me wonder why, 'cause I'll never die

And if I never had a mother then I'll never have a lover,
so now I know I'll never have a lover

Poor old Sam he's a lover-less man
And Sara will be holding another man's hand
He never had a mother so he'll never have a lover
Poor old Sam, he's a lover-less man

He a motherless man, lover-less Sam
Lover-less Sam is a motherless man

Sara's also the child of a childless mother
So Sam and Sara are perfect lovers
because they'll never have a problem with their mothers
They're perfect lovers
because they'll never have a problem with their mothers
They’re perfect lovers

I’m running about day and night
Grasping at ghosts in the shadow show

There's no light on the wall where they appear
So the heart skips a beat with fear

There's no one to see, nowhere to go
There's no one to be, there's nobody home

In the ephemeral world of boys and girls
dancing and prancing with banners unfurled

Fiesta of folly, increasing crescendo
A pretension of jolly until the end


Sean Hunt  June 2017

I scowled
Then growled
I didn't think I could
Nor did that cat
He ran so fast

It's there somewhere
If I tried
I would find it

So many Joans of Arc,
abandoned by the monarch
to the forces of economy
capitalistic aristocracy

Mother Theresa
hangs her head in shame
Technology makes politics
a very different game

The council made many moves
placing pieces here and there
The knights and knaves
now ashes in the air

Who won?
The game was no fun
for anyone

              Sean Hunt June 2017

The truth is unfurled instantly
in our virtual world
The communal cyber-court
sits in perpetual session


Though the two-edged sword
of technology
sterilizes youth
it smites the system mercilessly


Mother Theresa never factored-in
‘social networking’
This bright light gave us
too good a look at her


               Sean Hunt   June 2017

The you that I see
depends on me
The world that I see
depends on me
The me that I see
depends on me
When my mind machine shuts down
the whole wide world
will stop spinning 'round
In this galaxy I thought I saw
a center-piece
The body that I thought I saw
was never really here
All that time
all the freak-outs and the fun
I seemed to be having
never really happened
I never came, I never went
and so I cannot stay
as this was never meant
I am sleepwalking
Though my dream seems real
Now I know the deal
and one day I will awake
with a wisdom that knows
without a doubt
that the world I am in
is like a dream that will end
and fade like a morning mist
like one of many kisses
like the day, like the night
like this verse I have recited

sean hunt  june 2017

I can't believe it
though I don't know why
I can't believe it
and I won't even try
I can't believe it
it must be a lie
I can't believe it
when the sun won't  shine
I can't believe it
this plan wasn't mine
I can't believe it
'cause I don't have the time
I can't believe it
it just doesn't rhyme

Well the sun should know
that I had the day planned
And the wind should know
how important I am
I need the air still and warm and dry
otherwise I just won't get by

sean hunt  June 2017

My mind is like a fly
Landing here and there
And Everywhere
Perhaps the fly has more sense
There is a reason why
For the fly


I can go from here to there
And not really care
To know why
Unlike the fly
He is on a mission
To find food or a friend
My mind goes everywhere
For nothing in the end


       Sean Hunt  May 2017

My mind is like a fly
Landing here and there
And Everywhere
Perhaps the fly has more sense
There is a reason why
For the fly


I can go from here to there
And not really care
To know why
Unlike the fly
He is on a mission
To find food or a friend
My mind goes everywhere
For nothing in the end


       Sean Hunt  May 2017

I have been given permission
to sit in the sea
to be bathed in bliss
and play in the waves
as they wash over me
to stare in the face of reality
but what do I do?
I sit in the sand
holding handfuls of grains
watching them slip away
through my hands
back in the sand
one by one
until the setting of the sun


Sean Hunt  May 2017

Before the ship gets wrecked
Do a reality check
Test the truth
Just because it feels good
Doesn't mean it's real?
And if it feels bad
Don't be sad
Don't be mad
Don't be 'had'

What's the real deal
Living here in
'Lego Land'
Head down in the sand
A hair in the hand
It's so hard to understand
The way things are
In Lego Land
Life’s so hard
In Lego Land

Don't let "things'
Get out of hand?
Make a plan
To understand
Maybe a notion
To drink from the ocean
Or taking a walk
Down the middle way
Will save your day?
                                    Sean Hunt  May 2017

From the center

    of my sphere

        yes

           I

    am in here

and I can be found

surrounded by

      galaxies

    all around



Sean Hunt  May 2017

With every breath I take
there's a mistake that I make
My paradigm is wrong
nearly all the time
I think you are out there
and between us there is air
I’ve been mistaken
I've been wrong
for such a long time
My paradigm
is wrong
Now I know the truth
and I cannot blame
the foolishness of youth
I see the greyness in my hair
I've learned the wisdom
that is rare
Why do I still think
that you are out there
and between us there is air



Sean Hunt  May 18 2017

It's inside out
Not outside in
This explains
The state we’re in

It's downside up
Not upside down
We’re in charge of the sun
The moon and stars

Break the box
Chop the chain
Scrap that trap
Stop being insane

    Sean Hunt  May 2017

MORNING SOUNDS

Though morning sounds
Speak to me
The meaning seems a mystery
Songs sung
In a language
I do not understand

Seemingly
Entreating me
To consider
And contemplate
A message there
In the air

The break of dawn
Is no time to yawn

Sean Hunt   Windermere April 26th 2017

(I was asked to be part of a four-person panel at a conference in Glasgow dedicated to the arts and mental health. The work of Leonard Cohen was explored in our panel of a journalist, a musician, a poet and a mental health /arts organizer, all sharing a deep fondness for Leonard and his music/lyrics/poetry. On my way home I wrote this poem about the panel experience:)

For an hour
four of us spoke of you
today
sharing views
how it was listening to
the music that you made
how you helped us
make it through
the darkness
of our days
You soundtracked lives
from Quebec
to Glasgow town
in the UK
the place from which
you ran away
to the dry
Aegean Hydra Isle
to meet the muse
named Marianne
whose beauty was unstained
whose mountain you would climb
to wash
your eyelids in the rain

We are not fans
though we would stand
for long days
to see your face
to hear your songs
special sounds sung
coming through
from you
so we could hear
through blessed ears

We are not fans
We are fortunate ones
Who have touched the philosopher’s stone

Sean Hunt April 20th 2017

My Heart

My heart’s like steel
My heart’s like ice
It’s hard for me to feel
and to equalize  

There’s a view, I’ve been told
from your mountain too
Wish I knew what I’ll see
when I see like you  
  
I wonder what will happen to my world
when that other flag unfurls

I’m mining for metal,
there’s no doubt
I wonder what kind
I guess I’ll soon find out  

Will it be iron,
or will it be gold
when I dig deep down
where I’ve been told  

I wonder what will happen to my world
when that other flag unfurls
    
Can I cross the valley
if I’m blind
If I make that climb
what will I find  

I wonder what will happen to my world
when that other flag unfurls

Sean Hunt  April  2017

A Mortal Man
Will not live
Forever
In English Weather

Do you ever wonder
Is there’s any thing to find
In the wide world
Outside your mind

The whys and the wherefores
The reasons and the rhyme
For dreams of the night
And the daytime

There is coming and there’s going
One day things will end
All the walls will fall
All the wounds will mend

There’s a space between every thing
A cushioning of air
Everything will be OK
If we stay in there

In the crevices and cracks
In all realities
We will find a deep
And everlasting peace

March 25 2017

The end of gathering is scattering
The end of rising is falling
The end of meeting is parting
The end of birth is death

Then at the end of death there is a breath

The end of the end is beginning
The end of losing is winning
At the end of light is darkness
The end of the end is the start

With the beat of another heart

The end of winter is summer
After the moon comes the sun
At the end of work is play
The end of the night is day

The end of war is peace
The end of famine is feast
The end of wrong is right
The end of darkness is light

After we scatter we gather
Gathering ends in dispersion.
The end of day becomes night
And the end of a cry is a sigh

The end of peace is war
At the end of the sea is a shore
The end of peace is drama
And the end of samsara is nirvana

    Sean Hunt March 2017
          (First verse Buddha Shakyamuni slightly paraphrased)

Insubstantial
And Inane
Everyone
Is the same
In this game

Make space  
Inside your mind  
Find a place
To unwind
Breathe
Some air
See the stillness
When you stare
At the space
In there


    Sean Hunt   March 2017

Imagine
There is a law
Your own child
You never saw
Every mother
Given another baby
To take home
To love as her own

A new day
Has dawned
But
What is a ‘new day’
Anyway?

A slice of
Never-ending time
An irreverent
Rebellious rhyme

Coordinates
Are needed
To place one day
In the history
Of ‘me’

In a cave underground
Without a chime
Around
To tell us time
Pray
Tell me
Where is the day


Sean Hunt   March 2017

When our daydreams are all Lucid
The psychosis will be loosened
We will walk through all the walls
Our world will be translucent

We could count the atoms if we wished
In all the galaxies
And sail or surf every wave
In seven million seas

March 2017

There is a whole lot of babble in this Babylon

Beware the modern mindfulness merchants
They miss the mark
They make you meditate on the extreme of existence
Cementing your psychosis

At the end of their day you’ll be far from the middle way
Contemplating waves instead of the sea
Making an inventory of things in a dream
Following their ‘Way’ you will never be free

Holy men, offended
By their fables
Wish to overturn
The temple tables

Sean Hunt  Feb 2017

I am a silly man
I cried an ocean or two
Over you
A phantasm
A mere appearance
In my tiny made-up
Dream world
Of boys and girls

I never did
Understand
How you could
Stand out
In a crowd
Of billions

A mad magnet
Must have made it happen

I exaggerated your importance
In the scheme of 'things'
You were not really
Bigger than the world
You were not really
Divine enough to be
'Mine'
You did not really
Possess magic potions
That could cast a permanent spell
And erase my living hell

A mad magnet
Must have made it happen

Sean Hunt    Feb 2017