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

The first wave
in the autumn
sea
came today
A morning frost
though slight
portends
the loss of light
and the coming coolness
of the night

Mother Nature broke her water
But the baby never came
Our inundated world
Will never be the same

We watched slowly
With a growing sense of impotence
As an elemental army
Took our innocence

Some  left their homes and died
In another place
They never did return
To their own space

Politicians waded 'round
In their wellingtons
What nerve they had to even show
Their sorry skeletons

Pontificated platitudes
Filled the element of air
And those who had been flooded
Didn't really care

To hear the sly sermon
Those words were barely heard
Though so well-written
Practised and rehearsed

Mother Nature has retreated now
To her slumber state
One day soon she'll wake again
We do not know the date

Windermere 2016 February 14th

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

Take off your soggy shoes
Put them to the side
And come with me
Enjoy the day
As we splash and spray
And play

Watch the water
Feeling real
As it runs
From here to there
Spreading everywhere

Walk with me
Through our fountain
Of Reality

Sean Hunt   Sept 11 2016

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

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

It's a famous day, they say
And we  should be afraid
of knife crime in Rome
and closer to home

In the Indian Ocean
Watch out if it rains
Because you may never
Be seen again

On the Great Plains
The was so much snow
That hundreds died
They had nowhere to go

To escape from the wind
And from the cold
They never lived
Long enough to be old

The Tsar abdicated
On this day
The Bolsheviks began
To have their way

We need to take care
every lass and lad
It's not just in Rome
This day may be bad

And if Maggie is drinking
a coffee nearby
Watch out as the storm
Passes you by

I feel like a rabbit
caught in a stare
afraid that someone
may see me out there

I think I see them
They think they see me
My world is full of
enemies

I'm frozen like a statue
in the middle of town
pretending there's nobody
else around

Looks like I'm meditating but
Fear is my name
My movie has stopped
I'm stuck in a frame

There's an army of shadows
waiting in the wings
They want to come
and do some thing

I wish I could be
anywhere else
other than here
where I'm safe and well

Stop this world
I want to get off
this spinning stage
I've had enough

The light is clear
Your eyes and ears
Don't see or hear a thing

Your mind will know
No where to go
No thing you have to bring

Now the funeral of youth
You focus on the truth
Of every single thing

No more roll, no more rock
Leave the starting block
This song you now must sing

Sean Hunt
Windermere 2015, November

There is no ‘out-there’ out there
Said a wiser man to me
We’re putting ‘out-there’ out there
For all of us to see
It’s a dangerous game
Do you know the rules?
Astoundingly
Most of us think
Everyone
Around us
Is a fool
We need look no further than
The end of our nose
Just above
We find our eyes
The ones we think are wise
But all they do
Is let in light
To make a show
Inside
On the screen of our mind
What we think we see outside
We can never find

Sean Hunt Dec 5 2016

Sean Hunt Dec 5 2016

The Lion points the way
Touching the ground
With one hand
Stillness within
Is found
Human confusion
Is all around
Us
But
Like leaves in the wind
We will all land
And touch the ground
One day

Sean Hunt   June 15 2016

The man from the east
Had so much to say
And it stays in our minds
Until today

“It's all about them
It's not about me;
Don't believe what you hear
Don't believe what you see”

We dream through the night
We dream though the day
Under sun or moon
We see the same way

Sean Hunt
Windermere, Xmas 2015

Watch my poem start
Without a theme

As I wonder where
The words will come from

And what they will mean

Maybe one thing for you
Another for me

Maybe nothing for some
And something for

A 'Fortunate One'

Sean Hunt  
Windermere
Easter Sunday 2015

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

I think too much about me
And things that I think that I see
If I check again, another day
I’ll find they were never there,
Anyways

Psychotic illusion
Karmic confusion
Wrong view
And a bad attitude

Small problems for me
To one day overcome
When the moon is more bright
Than the sun

Sean Hunt  April 30 2016

Things coming and going at the  same  time
is the most sublime Rhyme

Einstein and Siddhartha  knew this
many years ago
They told us something that we just don't
really want to know  

Things coming and going at the same time
Is the most sublime  Rhyme

Bits of seconds  passing by
Keep on looking them in the eye  
Be here now,  time will fly
As bits of seconds pass you by

Things coming and going at the same  time
Is the most sublime Rhyme

When the earth quakes
And shakes the ground
Beneath your feet
Slip into the crack and don't look  back
Let your heart skip a  beat

Things coming and going at the same time
Is the most sublime Rhyme

Sean Hunt  May 8 2016

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

We see
What we want to see
We see who we want
To See

Even if
I wanted to
I couldn't see you
Because
There is no you
To see

This is the Mystery
Of you
And me

We dream at night
And in the daylight
As long as we know,
Every thing is alright

This is the Mystery
Of you
And me

Sean Hunt
Windermere, Dec 26th 2015

Her body broke the bad news:
‘This month she would not be much use’
For another month on earth
She’d not be able to give birth

She didn’t know why
She would spit in my eye
She didn’t know why
She would suddenly cry
She didn’t know why
She wanted me to die
She didn’t know why
She didn’t know why

Now this was a little hard for me
Because I was able to see
I really could read her mind
There were so many signs

I felt it coming in the air
I knew that life would seem unfair
She would not see, she could not see
The reason for her misery

I had to keep it to myself
And walk around on eggshells
If not, well, well, well
My life would be a living hell

I knew that once a month
We’d play this game again
And once a month
Everything would be the same

When the storm had passed
Her love would be the same
I shouldered no more blame
Sunshine after rain

One day I finally learned
What I need to know
That rainbows come
And rainbows go

Sean Hunt  Aug 2016

The noisy
Burp-filled
Extravaganza,
The fiesta
Of drama
And dance
And drink

It will not come again
For a few moments
For some

For others
For an infinity of
Unwanted moments

For others
It will not come along
Because they will be gone

For those who are blind
Like me
It will pass unseen

Sean Hunt
Jan 1st 2016 Windermere

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

Where is sound
To be found

Is it in the air
Or in the ear
Seems so far
Seems so near

From where does it come
And where does it go
At the end of the day
Nobody knows

We can tango
And do the waltz too
When sound is around
We love to groove

Why we like to dance
Is a mystery to me
And why we move
To a melody

Where can sound be found

Windermere  2016 Feb 4

Well
Do I have a plot
To lose
Or not?

Maybe the 'plot'
Is
To find a 'plot'
To lose?

The Mortal Man
In Troutbeck
Is beginning to be
A
Poet Factory

All along the precipice
we stand
unable to hold hands

as the night air
everywhere
becomes rarified

almost oxygen-free
affecting
the way we see

The red sunset
will not surrender yet
as she shouts, out loud

The Presumptuous Poet
(Written for a monthly gathering of poets at The Wordsworth Trust)
in Grasmere, Cumbria, The United Kingdom

Am I a presumptuous poet?
I asked myself
(Through the mouth
Of an imagined
Proper poet
To this ear of
A possibly presumptuous poet)

Some, I fear
(Maybe someone here)
May find my efforts at poetry
Presumptuous
Plebian
Pedantic
Or simply
'Proper poor'

Especially
In this holy
And enchanted
Lakes and Mountains Mecca Land
Where words seem to be worth more
Maybe I need to be
Cautious
Consider my station

And call myself a
Wordsmith
Instead of  'a Poet'


  Sean Hunt   November 30  2015
Windermere

The ocean in which we sail and swim
is filled to the brim with plastic and tin

Forests are falling rivers are dry
and we are all wondering why

We believe it’s the fault of the corporate few
and not the fault of me or you

We’re looking here we’re looking there
it seems we’re looking everywhere

But the elusive answer we’re trying to find is
the persistence of greed in the human mind

A recycling program should be put in place
for delusions in minds in the human race

Our love is selective for those who are close
Our love is elective for those in the shadows

Other people who we do not know
are lucky to receive a cold ‘hello’

‘Self’ is the enemy over here
This is where we need some fear

Some words that I heard were certainly solemn
A wise man said “No self, no problem”

Do I leave, Do I stay
Do I play or run away
Which way today
Go left, go right
Do I stay, do I fight
Who’s my brother, who’s my mother
Who’s my wife, and who’s my lover
It’s me, or them,
It’s now, or then
Maybe my community,
Or a dangerous lion’s den
Do I tango,
Do I talk
Do I break
Or make a wall
Do I fly
Or do I fall

Left right Left right
Wrong Right Wrong Right
Far right Outta sight
Loose Tight Loose Tight
Left right Left right

Well now I’ve come to the crux of it
I’m going to be a Bodhisattva Brit
All this self, cherishing spin
Explains the state we’re in
Our imperialistic past
Built the wealth of our state
Now we’d better give some back
Before it’s way too late


Sean Hunt  June 7 2016

When I go down to the sea
I can float
On my own
For a while
Like a boat.......
And I can swim around
On the surface
For most of a morning
Like a porpoise
I can dive down deep
For a minute,
Maybe two or three
But I can't live
For very long
In the sea

The land where I can stand
Is meant for me
But whose land?
Will it be?

Who'll let me stand
Who'll let me sit
Who'll let me walk around on it
I can't be
Stuck
In the space
Between countries
I am a refugee
But there's not much difference
Is there
Between you and me
Don't you see

Beware
Of the right
They just love
To
*******
Fight

In the sea of reality
I feel the waves wash over me
one by one
and then return
to the place they came from
one by one

Sometimes in the warmth of the sun
and with someone
I am mostly alone
bitten by the breeze
and on the run
from wave to wave
a surfer trying
desperately
to stay away
from the sea

They say there is a secret
known by very few
is it known by you
have they tried to sell it to you
on the internet
steps of this pyramid
they say
will take you to
a private pinnacle
shared by very few
freakishly fortunate
and especially special
people
chosen to be chosen
by the chosen ones
who were lucky enough
to be chosen
by other chosen ones
in a corporate coven

There were things you wanted to do
But I couldn’t let you
I didn’t want to
I had to shoot  

Although I tried I couldn’t find
Something else to do
I didn’t want to
But I had to shoot

You pointed your gun at someone
Although
I didn’t want to
I had to shoot

The sword you held in your hand
Had sliced a man in two
I didn’t want to
But I had to shoot

No time to talk or say goodbye
Time to ask you why
I didn’t want to
But I had to shoot

And although I knew
You were unwell
Fighting phantom infidels
I had to shoot

I shouted out I yelled
But you were under
Someone’s spell
And I had to shoot

Catch 22 caught me
And it caught you
Although I didn’t want to
I had to shoot

Nothing else for me to do
Though I didn’t want to
I had to shoot

You shouted blame and called his name in vain
Though I didn’t want to
I had to shoot

You chose the game you shamed his name
Though I didn’t want to
I had to shoot

If you come back from the dead
With hatred in your head
I’ll have to shoot
Again, and again and again, and again
And again and again
I’ll have to shoot

There are those who worship
At the altar of the ear
Who when they hear a certain note
Will shed a tear.

Some worship
Pastoral scenes
Seeing lakes and trees
They slip into a dream.

The church of haute cuisine for some
Is where they go
Every day
To kneel and pray

There are those whose smell sensation
Equates to olfactorial
Adulation
And infatuation

Some hedonists wouldn’t mind
Being blind
Tactile delights forever
Would suit them fine

Though my five senses
Work quite well
I find myself mainly interested
In my mind.

Sean Hunt  May 6 2016

BEHOLD her, single in the field,
  Yon solitary Highland Lass!
Reaping and singing by herself;
  Stop here, or gently pass!
Alone she cuts and binds the grain,        
And sings a melancholy strain;
O listen! for the Vale profound
Is overflowing with the sound.

No Nightingale did ever chaunt
  More welcome notes to weary bands
Of travellers in some shady haunt,
  Among Arabian sands:
A voice so thrilling ne'er was heard
In spring-time from the Cuckoo-bird,
Breaking the silence of the seas
Among the farthest Hebrides.

Will no one tell me what she sings?—
  Perhaps the plaintive numbers flow
For old, unhappy, far-off things,
  And battles long ago:
Or is it some more humble lay,
Familiar matter of to-day?
Some natural sorrow, loss, or pain,
That has been, and may be again?

Whate'er the theme, the Maiden sang
  As if her song could have no ending;
I saw her singing at her work,
  And o'er the sickle bending;—
I listen'd, motionless and still;
And, as I mounted up the hill,
The music in my heart I bore,
Long after it was heard no more.

---------------------------------  This poem inspired my poem >>>
I Never Know
(Inspired by ‘Another Solitary Reaper’  by Wordsworth)

I never know if, out of sight
Another stands by in delight
Listening to my melody
Intended  just for me

If I sing in the open air
And only birds can hear me there
I wonder what response they have
I know they cannot clap

‘Tis very well they hear!
Though we can see no ears
I could be wrong but
I doubt that they enjoy our song

We think we are alone a lot
When we are not
Assumptions made are wrong
About who listens to our songs

Sean Hunt  May 11th 2016
(Inspired by ‘Another Solitary Reaper’  by Wordsworth)

I visited Wordsworth Trust in Grasmere this morning.  They have established a poetry blog and are inviting poems from the public for consideration.  They are selecting some for publication on their website.  They are specifically asking people to read 'The Solitary Reaper' by Wordsworth and write a poem inspired by his poem.  So this is my effort.  If anyone wishes to do the same you could publish the poem here and then contact Simon Davies at Wordsworth Trust by email or send a link to your poem on Hello Poetry.  I think I will try the latter.   Simon's email address is:  S.Davies@wordsworth.org.uk.

My idea worked well;  I copied the Hello Poetry url link and pasted it in my comment on the Wordsworth comments page.........i.e
thoughts on “Another Solitary Reaper”

https://wordsworth.org.uk/blog/2016/05/04/another-solitary-reaper/

Sean Hunt
11TH MAY 2016 AT 5:31 PM
Your comment is awaiting moderation.

http://hellopoetry.com/poem/1648554/i-never-know/

I wrote a poem inspired by this Wordsworth poem and I uploaded it to a web poetry site (link above). What struck me about the poem was not the actual imagined idyllic experience of a surprised eavesdropping walker, listening to a well-sung song, it was for me, the non-awareness of the singer that she was being listened to and enjoyed; I found this to be the most interesting aspect of the described scene. Thank you for the encouragement to read this poem and be inspired by it Simon _/_
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Night and day
Don climbed high
all the while
but one day
he was
Stymied by a stile

This is "The story of Me"
The person
You think that you see
Please
Try to find me
The person you think you see
Please, try to find me

Turn the world upside down
Look all around
The person you think you know
Who puts on a show
Slips through your hand
Like grains of sand
Like dust on the floor
Swept out the door
The ephemeral glow
Of an old rainbow
Some moments of sun
And all is undone

I was never here
Now let 'me' dis appear
I grasp at my self
Like beauty and wealth
As if they were real
As if they were true
I grasp at me
I grasp at you

I am only a name
I know this game
And every  thing
Is just the same
I know this game
I am only a name
And every thing
Is just the same
I know this game

Sean Hunt  
Windermere 2015

When they sent up flares
into the air
the light was too bright
for those on the ground

Instead of running for shelter
from the whistling bombs
we could only freeze like trees
in the dirt we were standing on

Theirs was a sure-fire
strategy
We were seen
then blown to smitherenes

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

We peer through pixels
at some ‘thing’ on a screen
We know it’s only show
but it feels as real as a dream

We ride a roller coaster
emotions pop like corn
When mirrors lie
delusions then are born

The site is full of light
bouncing through the air
but the scene that we see
is not really there

My deep and dark subtle mind
Moves behind the scenes
Manipulating and directing every thing
Giving meaning to my every move
Now, to understand the logarithm
Keeping time, keeping rhythm
Hidden agenda, hidden theme
For my painful problematic dream

Sean   March 2016

Who lives between
the child and the man
in the land of unfair dizziness
where one is simply
unable to rest
running a gauntlet
of tests
in tortured times
of terrible apprehension
fabricated arrogance
and insolence
not-knowing and pretension
overcompensation
for frightful fear

unknown
he comes and goes
thank christ

My good friend Keith
Is trending often
Oftener than me

Your rhyme which tells your tale so well
inspired me to respond in kind
My rhyme took some time
Here we sit mystified wondering asking why
and we cry
We know we failed to catch the water at the fall
We tried to save it all
The places from which we came have different names
and so we both play our own game
The languages we speak are not the same
When neither wins both are fools
and it’s impossible to follow rules
Two vows of silence might induce
perhaps, a lasting truce
but blinded eyes still replay all the stories that we know
and so we have nothing new to say
One tries to see clearly things appearing
The other tries to see more clearly
the empty space between these things

When we recline, and embrace, we close our eyes
close our mouths and we fly
For a while every thing is pacified
then stomachs and minds grumble
words stumble we fumble, become humbled
Each has a lesson to be learned
The prize will be earned one day
but the reason and the rhyme
will take some time
Nevertheless know there is no random hand at play here
Though hidden from view for me and you
behind the mystery we will find something true

If I'm not here now, where will I be
Thrown up on a beach, or pulled out to sea
Lost in a story, about someone named 'Me'
Tossed by the waves, of history

Did the things I remember happen
Will my fantasies ever come through
I picked up the pieces of so many days
I should know by now, for sure

We discussed my imagination
debated the day, me and you
"The light's turning red" I said
but all you saw was blue

Today we have signed a treaty
and now there is peace in our land
We agree as we sit in the sun by the sea
building our castles from sand

Untruths and lies abound
they’re found like flies
flying ‘round when someone’s died

As common as the air we breathe
as steady as the sun
Some people think they’re fun

How many people even know
what the truth is?
Something is amiss

I’m afraid to say, what’s on my mind
afraid that something true
may not please you

I fear for for my self
I’m running everywhere
escaping from your crosshairs

We all barter in this market
keep our reputation nice
with money and with dice

I had better brave the bullets
there’s nowhere to flee
and the Truth will set me free

If I tell you
the truth of time
and of nursery rhymes
will you believe
what I say?

If I tell you
the truth of the lie
the one we all buy
will you believe
what I say

When I tell you
the truth of the void
you may be annoyed
will you believe
what I say

When I tell you
the truth of Saint Nick
and you say I’m a cynic
will you believe
what I say

There are more truths than one
under our sun
There’s yours, there’s mine
but there isn’t a line
They are all the same
in this game that we play
and the books of rules
are written by fools