We are all surfing 
under the surface of the sea
running into sunken wrecks
from ancient histories

Though the currents are strong
and the darkness cold
with courage we carry 
their baggage of old

Drunken sailors and their wives 
made a mess of our lives
but we seem to have survived
their promises and lies

Where
Does the echo
Come from
And
Where
Does it go?

I am
Exhausted
By my
Hallucinations
And elaborations

Common Land
always owned
by people or a company
Seems a strange idea to me
We can walk and talk
out there
And sheep can graze
everywhere
But you cannot camp
on common land
unless you’re covered up
in wool
or big and brave
like John Bull

Red rose petals fall
like flakes of snow
and the water in the creek
is very low

I thought I live in England
where we almost drown
when hope of summer
comes around

Today if we want rain
we must run off
believe it or not
to the plains in Spain

When my friend was living in London
and all of his hope burst like a balloon
abused by a child
he did not know which way to turn
which way to go

Then he was utterly cool, London-like
up to date, suppressing his hate
pretending to be fine
drinking whiskey and wine
with many lovers and others he would dine

He had fifty proof blood at the end
when the stories would not work
any more
and a long look in the mirror
erased the enigma of his charisma

How horrid is this love I have for me
and why am I more important than you
When I try to find this me that I see
the phantom flees far off into the blue

How horrid is this love for my body
steeped in sad suffering throughout my life
We humans all pretend to be godly
licking delights from the edge of a knife

How horrid is this love I have for things
that will come and go like dreams in the night
precious possessions of queens and of kings    
who one day will fall from their thrones on high      

Everything shifting like sand in a dune
or a woman’s mood when swayed by the moon

Essence of Grace
stayed in the air
all through the day
Though her star
is now far away
No need for incense
anymore
Boudoir perfumed
by ‘Shooting Star’
She goes while she comes
like a breeze in the air
her scent evidence
that she was there
Her smell lingered
through the day
The place was quiet
but it was okay
Living proof
of the truth
that we don’t want to know
Everyone
who comes
will go

Referendum Rap

Left right Left right Wrong Right Wrong Right
Far right Outta sight Dark Light Dark Light
Left right Left right

Do I leave, Do I stay Do I play or run away
Which way today
Far right Outta sight 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
May be community, Or a  lion’s den

Who’s my brother, who’s my mother
Who’s my wife, and who’s my lover

Do I tango do I talk, Do I make or break a wall
If I fly will I fall

Left right Left right Wrong Right Wrong Right
Far right Outta sight Dark Light Dark Light
Left right Left right

Who’s my brother, who’s my mother
Who’s my wife, and who’s my lover

Now we come to the crux of it
Be a Bodhisattva Brit
Only self, cherishin’ 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

Even my mind
Is mere appearance
To my mind

There have been a few things
I've been trying to find
That keep on appearing
To my mind

You
And me
And everything we see
Will be found unfindable
By you and by me

If I look for my house
Within it's parts
Start with the roof?
Then set it apart
And now the walls
Set them apart too.
Now the heart of the matter
The last resort
Maybe the floor
(Or the front door)
Now where is my house
Seen by me
And by you?

That house where I live
We will both find
Only exists
Inside my mind

And even my mind
Is mere appearance
To my mind

Sean Hunt
Windermere December 30 2015

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

She’s been here, she’s been there
Seems she’s been everywhere
Never early, always late
she rides the winds of fate

She met a man named Carlos
he took her for a ride
ever since he came and went
she’s been by my side

She loves me and she hates me
just like day and night
one depends on the other
and everything’s alright

I am a man like Carlos
and all the other guys
so sometimes I must pay
a price for my prize

There is no truth
And there is no lie
There's a mind making up
Every thing that goes by

When we look in a mirror
There is no one there
But still we stop
We stop and stare

We're better than Dali
Or Pablo Picasso
We are master painters
Artists also

They touch our minds
With pigments and paint
We make a world
From empty space

Some of our works
Shimmer and shine
With visions of summer
Flowers and wine

But our canvas can cry
And scream in pain
As our world wretches
Again and again


Windermere Jan 25 2016

Face To Face  

when our love is aligned  
in that way
like the sun and the moon
there's no sway
each in their place
in stillness will stay      
when our love is aligned
in that way      

sweet love above
so slow below
two rivers join
into one flow
learning in love
ignited,  aglow
we never will say
'where did love go?'            

standing so still
face to face
we dance and we play
night and day
slowly we slide  
in  space
standing so still
face to face
standing so still
in embrace
standing so still
face to face        

Sean Hunt   Windermere 2015

The back-end ****** allergy
Has happened
Once  again
To Cumbrians

I am a single man
And there are some
Who cannot understand
Why
I don't want to fall
In love again
I hope my poem
Will explain

I keep telling everyone
I don’t want to take a chance
I’ll never be ready
For another romance
She held me so close
With her Latin hands
And we had such a wild
And a wonderful dance

I feel like I’ve climbed
The world’s highest peak
Already I’ve seen
All there is to see
Silvia’s her name
And drama her game
Every night and day
She took my breath away

I’ve been to the top
Of the world’s highest peak
And already I’ve seen
All there is to see
I’ll never forget
Our long goodbye
Ain’t it strange when you fall
You can climb so high

Sean Hunt   May 2016

It's so unfair!

I am unable to find something to wear
or feel as light as the air

I seem to like  sugar and spice
and have disdain for veggies and rice

Those foods that I like to eat for fun
put folds of fat on everyone

There are so many stairs I cannot climb
On and on I whine and whine

Please trend again those figures of old
fatness featured in frames of gold

I wonder where it lurks,
in the rivers
flowing through the liver,
in the ****, in the heart
in the darkness of a mind
mercurial movements
from the corner of my eye
stalking and seeking
but never seeing
flickering things
passing by

Or is it a long alarm
warning of harm
coming my way
today
or tomorrow
an angel trumpeting
the coming
of danger

Fear,
friend or foe?
                                                    by Sean Hunt

Feeling feline
Your poems,
Princess
Are more popular
Than mine!

I am female flotsam
Standing still
In the eye of the storm
Seeing signs and warnings
And hearing all the mourning

What will become of
My unborn son?
What will be his fate?
To be filled with spite
And swim in a sea
Of horror and hate,
To become an inhuman bomb

And his reward?
“With one hundred virgins
He will one day wed
In the eternal church”,
Thus say his unholy
Prophets

Sean Hunt
https://vimeo.com/162596231  
To be fully appreciated watch the short video

Fenced In

Yes
We are fenced in
'They' have fenced us in
But the lock is imaginary
Thus we have the key
And we are free

Sean Hunt  
Windermere   2015 January 31st

Ferry Christmas

There is no snow
Now 'tis the season
To get a little wet
Why are Brits surprised
When they're
Up to their eyes
In water?

When we weigh in stones
And drive on the wrong
Side of the road
Why wouldn't abodes
Begin to float?

We foreign men
Have seen some signs
We're not surprised
By what we see
In the Queen's country

The land's a little low,
And a little high
Are the lakes and sea.
There doesn't seem to me
Much mystery.

Ferry Christmas!
If the sea surrounds us all
It'll be 'The Life of Pi'
When we have to abandon
This English atoll

Sean Hunt
Windermere Xmas 2015

My mysterious mind
Is predictably
Unpredictable
And fickle

Unpredictably fickle me
I never know for sure
How I'll find my mind,
Day to day

One day I love my room
Next,  I would sooner
Be in any other room
In any other country

Blown by unseen winds,
A random necklace of doldrums
Interrupted by tropical tempests
And occasional thunder

One day I am bright
Inside, I feel my mind
Is lit up by
O lovely light

Next, the bulb is dim.
I cannot see well enough
To know with certainty
The state that I am  in

Karmic  cataracts inside my mind
Can make my world yellow,
And ever so slowly
I can slip down below

No one has ever seen
The karma popcorn machine


Sean Hunt
Windermere   November 20 2015

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

Five colored lights
Radiate
Illuminate
Emanate
From the me
That you do not see
From the 'I'
That will never die

From the middle
Of the riddle
Of life
And death
And the seemingly
Meaningful
Dream
Of the day

Five colored lights
Radiate

Sean Hunt  
2015 Windermere

Flames and moths never stay
they come and they go
with the winds
and the light of day
Flames and moths
like bell chimes
are coming and going
at the same time
like syllables
in a  rhyme
Try to find them
outside
the mind

Even if I could fly
Above the weather
I would not want to be bound
To flesh and feather
Forever

Sean Hunt Windermere UK 2016

Forever                  

If I could live as  long as  stone

I  wouldn't want to be bound to  flesh and  bone

Forever

And if I could fly  above the  weather

I  wouldn't want to be bound to  flesh and  feather

Forever

I don't want  to be  real

I  want to be ethereal  

Forever

Rainbow-like,  made of light

Forever

Sean Hunt  
2015 Windermere

Now
How does it feel
To be forgotten?
It is not on my mind
Much of the time
But once in a while
When I slide
Out of someone's orbit
When they forget
To remember me
The galaxy grinds
To a sudden halt
As I grasp the unthinkable
Absence of me
In another mind
The axis shifts
Momentarily skewed
As I think about
Nothing but you,
For a moment
Or two

Sean Windermere  2106

When this world became too heavy for you
and you thought there was nothing you could do
to lighten your load
pay the debts that you owed
you called it quits
You said “That's the end of it”

Though beaten by the waves
for a moment you became brave
strong enough to seem tough
You abandoned your body and your mind
You left it all behind

You went off on your own to a world unknown
Turned off the lights and you closed your eyes

You were washed by the waves
thrown up on the shore
and freed from the sea
where you'll swim no more
You left it all behind
You left your body and your mind

You went off on your own to a world unknown
turned off the lights and you closed your eyes

Goodbye my friend, we wish you well on your way
from here to there, from darkness to day

Friends are enigmas
Blood brothers are very cool
But the bubbles burst

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

From where
Come
My words
And all my
Wild ideas?

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

Extend your gaze
At any face
For a while
Beyond the
Politically correct
Deadline

The longer you gaze
At a face
The more it changes
Eventually
You may find
You experience fright
And turn away

If you stay
And do not escape
Something new
Will be revealed for you
About the person
Behind the face

You may finally know
The large part you play
In the
Person production game

Sean Hunt
Windermere April 2015

Gaze At A Face

Extend your gaze
At any face
For a while
Beyond the
Politically correct
Deadline

The longer you gaze
At a face
The more it changes
Eventually
You may find
You experience fright
And turn away

If you stay
And do not escape
Something new
Will be revealed for you
About the person
Behind the face

You may finally know
The part you play
In the
Person production game

Sean Hunt
Windermere April 2015

Imitation flames pretending to be real
We see with a mind that feels

Though there seems to be fire at our feet
a fake fireplace never gives heat

Animals hurdle through the chute, one at a time
A purple mist descends, darkness the color of wine

Morning paper news ignores the horrors of the state
and there are no Gandhis now, for us to imitate

She gave her wisdom
from days of yore
She could have given her more

She gave her a heart
the size of a small bird
to feel and heal the world

She gave her a vision
free from fear
It could have been more clear

She gave her a smile
but still she cried
The smile could have been wider

Where is the centre
of the psychosis?
It's somewhere here
I'll find my mind
if I try to see
inside my heart
I'll find it there
inside the sphere
if I dare
in the centre
of everywhere

God Save The Queen


What if one doesn't believe in the Queen?
What if the Queen is mean?
Atheists who sing that song
Will feel so wrong

Does she ever need saving,
from anything?
Seems a silly song to sing
Aristocratic royalty
Does not speak for me

If you have Irish blood
Flowing through your veins
And you sing this song
Your ancestors
Roll over in their graves

When Armageddon finally comes
They'll be on the wrong side of the road
And when Armageddon finally comes
They will still weigh in stones


Sean Hunt
September 2015

Be like the spring snow
Don't be afraid
To go

Clouds don’t stay around for long
like headline news
coming and going
becoming ‘old’ very soon

Like morning sun and nighttime moon
the switch one day will wear out
Our world will tire of hot and cold
black and white darkness and light

Gold or bust
Bronze is too close to rust  
and change we must

Good Fences

Oxymoronic mania
Infecting ordinary beings!
Through the ages.
“Good fences make good neighbours”
They say
So they say

Israel, one day
Will be the best
Of neighbours
With the wall all around them
From east to west

Buddies to Bedouins
Touted by Saudis
Lebanese unfreeze
Hamas 'no mas'!

We should all build
A wall!

Sean Hunt
Windermere  Jan 30 2015

We flexed our muscles
monopolizing spice
and other things
We were not fair
we were not nice

Setting trends
to get some more
finding pirates
to win our wars

But the weight of the world
fell back on us
Now we find
they're treasonous

We climbed the highest hill
and then descended
Now we find we've been
'unfriended'

Green is not my favourite colour
but I know not why
others love the green of trees
I seem to love the sky

The colour I prefer
is the one way up high
the blue that can be seen
when we look up at the sky

But if I fly up there
to find something that's blue
I'll never find a blue sky
it simply isn't true

Today
Bright green tears
Float slowly
Down
To the ground

I have been a therapist, and
I've been therapied
The brightest and the best
Have had a go at me

It hurt like hell, I tried to hide,
I wouldn't run away
The truth would out, for all to see,
All to see, but me

I learned to face my fear,
Be more honest, and more brave
I played a silly game
You see there was no face to save

We're mistaken and mislead
Down the twisted garden path
With the weather and the leather
To the bitter Grapes of Wrath

From the poisoned pedagogy
We recover one fine day
Our long suffering Tsunami  
Will finish like a play


Sean Hunt
(Sierra de Gredos mountains,  Spain...2015?)

Guru Haiku
A great man lived, died----
and lived, so they say,
and lives on in human hearts.

Had To Turn Back

Been there
Done that
I figured
For me
That's not
Where it's at

My meditations
Used to be
In a frozen
Space station
Somewhere far
From the destination

Had to turn back
Take another tack
Start looking
Through the light
In the cracks

Sean Hunt  
Windermere December 19 2015

Preoccupied by
other's hallucinations
I ask my self why