Sean Hunt: Poems

Haiku (Yearning)

Sean Hunt Jan 2020

Haiku (Yearning)

Snowdrops will come soon
I am wanting the summer
to come back quickly

Hallelujah!

Sean Hunt Apr 2017

Hallelujah!

A Mortal Man
Will not live
Forever
In English Weather

Happenings

Sean Hunt Sep 2019

Happenings

In an orange sky
flies by
a foreign jet

In a golden age
clean pages
of knowledge

Inside our spines
neurons fire
and intersect

In grace, in church
on pews they perch
and genuflect

and

In fathoms blue
fish swim through
holy nets

Happy Birthday (Haiku)

Sean Hunt Nov 2019

Happy Birthday (Haiku)

Here we have for you
A happy birthday haiku
without more ado

Happy Birthday, Keith

Sean Hunt May 2016

Happy Birthday, Keith

The eleventh of May
The date of today
Was the day of the birth
On this fortunate earth
Of a poet of note
Of Keith Wilson I speak
Published, prolific
Read in the cities
Read on the beach
On tablets and towers
They love his technique
From flowers and gardens
To grief and departures
His readers rejoice and celebrate
This holy happy date

Sean Hunt Windermere 2016

#poet #birthday

Her Dad Died

Sean Hunt Mar 2016

Her Dad Died

Her dad died
I never knew him
Only through her
I wonder how much
Of him I know
Through knowing her
Some of him?
Aspects
Mannerisms
Aphorisms
Animisms
Moralisms
Stoicisms
Extremisms
Hedonism
Lyricism
Optimism
Activism

I wonder

Sean Hunt

#death

Here And There

Sean Hunt Nov 2016

Here And There

Just like a wisp of smoke
Swirling in the air
I am here, there
And everywhere

We were introduced
But never met
We were both blind
And deaf

You didn’t stay
For very long
Maybe my memory
Is wrong

I was almost known
But not quite
Your sense of me
Was just not right

You tried to touch me
Again and again
I tried to let you
Now and then

I’m a memory of
Someone, somewhere
Who used to be
Just over there

Behind the wall
That never fell
The other three
Made up a cell

We thought we knew
Each other too
You, me
And me, you

But we were not two
We were more
We were not two
We were four, or more

I looked for you
In your limbs
And underneath
Your silky skin

You looked for me
In my heart
And in the mind
You took apart

We never found
Someone there
All we found
Is smoky air

#relationships #buddhist #dharma

HERE I AM

Sean Hunt Dec 2015

HERE I AM

Here I am to sing my song
The one I've sung For O so long
From London town
To Windermere
I sang it there
I sing it here
I know the tune
I know the words
This is my song
You've never heard

I never wanted
To be seen
So many people seemed so mean
Some would wound me with their eyes
They cut me up
With little knives
The torture chamber
Was my world
But I was grit
inside a pearl

Now I know
It's all a dream
Why do I still
Want to scream
I wonder when
That day will come
When I no longer want to run
I know the day will arrive
When peoples' eyes
Don't feel like knives

I'm not a boy
In a new country
Who doesn't want
To be seen
Now there's no mum
There's no dad
There's no one
To treat me bad
My hair is gone
My hair is grey
And soon I'll go
To my grave
This is my magic
Shadow show
Where I make tigers
This I know

Sean Hunt
Windermere Nov 13 2015

#buddhist

Here I Sit

Sean Hunt Jan 2019

Here I Sit

Here I sit all on my own
with noone else in sight
I don't mind if it's dark
or if there's some light

My company is fine for me
I don't need someone else
I've said so much all these years
I've no tales left to tell

Hey Sister, Hey Brother

Sean Hunt Dec 2016

Hey Sister, Hey Brother

Hey sister, hey brother
Hey there child of a childless mother
I looked for you, you looked for me
We both found no one to see

Every breath that I breathe
I think of mum I think of me
She never ever had a child
But here I am stuck inside
This body that was never born
Feelin’ lost and forlorn

Watch
Every moment going by
Don’t feel low
Don’t feel high
Think of mum
Think of me
Remember
There’s no one to see

If you forget and think you’re real
Remember, here’s the deal
Our mother never had a child
We were never born, we’ll never die

Sean Hunt Dec 23 2016

Hmm?

Sean Hunt Aug 2019

Hmm?

Google hasn't helped
Sysygy
is still
quite a mystery to me
Although I've tried and tried
to understand
the meaning keeps on slipping
through the fingers
of my hands

I find
the glass is misty
in my mind
I would pay
in coins of gold
if I could make some sense
of it
and in a lilt
free my self from
intellectual innocence

Homage To Sarasvati

Sean Hunt Dec 2015

Homage To Sarasvati

Homage To Sarasvati

Consort of
The One
Holding in his hand
A raised silver sword
Who helps
slice
A momentary
Middle way
Through your day

Woman of
The spoken word
And songs that are sung
Delighting the ears
Of all who hear
Gliding upon
The wings of a swan
Wearing a heavenly
Silken suit
With two arms holding
A lute

With the swish
Of his sword
Words of wisdom
And reverence
Words of aural
Eloquence
Igniting bliss
In hearers' hearts
Which through the channels
Slowly flows,
When wisdom words are heard

Sean Hunt
Windermere 2015

#buddhist

HOW?

Sean Hunt Aug 2017

HOW?

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

How Many ?

Sean Hunt Jan 2019

How Many ?

How many winters will I brave
How many things will I crave
How many summers will I see
How many people will I be
How many more tears will fall
How many times will I climb that wall
How many mentioned in my will
How many wishes unfulfilled
How many nights of restless sleep
How many promises will I keep
How many rainbows will I see
one or two or thirty three?

How Many Me’s (or a caution to potential partners)

Sean Hunt Apr 2016

How Many Me’s (or a caution to potential partners)

My me
And your me
Are destined for
Incompatibility

The me that I see
And the me that you see
Are simply not
The same me

AND

The you that you see
And the you that I see
Are as different
As a toe and a tree

Now the me that I am
Is not the me I wanted to be
I had to be this me
For mummy and daddy

And the you that you are
Is not the you, you wanted to be
You too needed to please
Mummy and daddy

You are unknowable
I am unknowable
No wonder our relationships
Are so unbearable

Sean Hunt April 30 2016

#relationships

How Well Do We Know Our “I”

Sean Hunt Dec 2015

How Well Do We Know Our “I”

How well do we know the “I”
That we see
With our eyes?

The “I”
That we see
With our eyes?
Is illusory
For you,
And for me

It cannot be found
Even if you search
All around

What about the
Very subtle “Me”,
The “I” that
I cannot see?
The “I” that is really
'Me'

My very subtle mind
Is the 'I'
That I really need to
Find

Sean Hunt
Windermere, October 23 20125

#budddhist

I am A Magician

Sean Hunt Apr 2018

I am A Magician

I am a magician
casting my spells
I travel to heaven
I travel to hell
with trunks  full of hats
rabbits and horses
and an assistant
to cut you in half
of course

I try  to remember
not to believe
the lines that I read
the things that I see
the drama unfolding
under my spell
all of  the bliss
and the misery as well

Moment to moment
I rein in my mind
from following trails
I find that wind
away from the path
I want to follow
away from this world
so empty so hollow

I Am A Mortal Man

Sean Hunt Jul 2016

I Am A Mortal Man

I am a mortal man
Though I like to plan
As if my world will never end
I do pretend
That I will live forever
My links will never sever
Every day is child's play
So easy for me to say
I will not die today
Come what may
I will not die today
Maybe some day
I will die
So I'm told
And it's a story that I buy
But I put it on a shelf
Out of sight
A little high
So every day
It's out of mind
Then like a child at play
I lose the time
Drifting on
Through the days
Down the stream
And suddenly
I'll wake up in
Another dream

Sean

I performed with Cumbrian Tethera at a music concert at a pub called The Mortal Man in Troutbeck, Cumbria, UK yesterday. Later I wished I had written a song about 'The Mortal Man' so I wrote this poem and hope to turn it into a song

#death #mortality #impermanence

I Am A Rainbow

Sean Hunt Dec 2015

I Am A Rainbow

I Am A Rainbow
I come and I go.
Where from where to?
Few know
You think you see me up in the sky
Touching the ground, from on high
In days of old, tales were told
They say at my feet,
Lay pots of gold
If you search, you'll not find any thing
The gold is illusory, just like me
Fondness for foibles, fiction and fable
You've been hoodwinked, I'm unstable
I look down below and what do I see?
People coming and going just like me
They think they're different; they don't know?
We are the same, we're all rainbows
We wear our art, iridescent garb
Like sound in a seashell
We're all special
Hello and goodbye my colorful friend
We will meet again, in the end.

Sean Hunt
Windermere May 2015

#buddhist

I Am Like A Dream

Sean Hunt Dec 2015

I Am Like A Dream

I Am Like A Dream

I am like a dream
In the middle of your day
Arriving unexpected
Even when you pray

I'm tasked with terrifying you
To fill you up with fear
But don't believe anything
That you see or hear

I am an illusion
If you like you can relax
And realize it's all
A mere appearance act

But, you need to ask yourself
If the you you see
Is any more real
Than my me

Sean Hunt
May 31st Windermere

#buddhist

I Am Not Your Mother

Sean Hunt Mar 2019

I Am Not Your Mother

I am not your mother
I’m another person
appearing in your life
I took you as my wife

Yet you see me
in a different way some days
when distant memories
can carry you away

Then subterranean things begin to happen
tremors from fracking
toxic gases get injected way below
the layers of the life we think we know

I am not your mother
I’m another person
appearing in your life
I took you as my wife

I Am The Book

Sean Hunt Dec 2015

I Am The Book

I Am The Book

I am the book, that you read, in the afternoon
By the light of the day,
Or at night by the light of a bright moon.

If you close your eyes,  I will steal away
But I will return, when you open them, again.

You hold me in your hands,  so you know me very well
You read me every day, and you have a tale to tell

I ask you where am I, when your eyes are open wide
You show me, but what about when your eyes are shut tight?

The book you see, is it the cover, hard-bound or soft?
You will tell me, no, no, definitely not!

I ask you then, am I page one? You say that I am not,
You say the same about the others, to the last page that you bought

We agree, you and me, that I am not a page
I sing Hallelujah!, Oh happy happy day!

You may say I'm a collection, of things that are not me
You must contemplate, and meditate on this impossibility!

I come from your imagination

I'm your creation,  “wonderful” !  (If I may say),
But on the day of your enlightenment, I will stay away.
Along with every 'thing', that you see, today

Sean
2015 in Windermere

#buddhist

I Am Under No Illusion

Sean Hunt Dec 2016

I Am Under No Illusion

I am under no illusion
You will forget me soon
My memory will fade into
The space inside your mind
But while you are alive
I will return
I will arrive
Now and then
Like a shooting star
From a far
Passing through
From me to you
But what about
When you too
Disappear
Who then will see
This sudden streak
Through the night sky?

Sean Hunt Dec 25 2016

I ask my self

Sean Hunt Jun 2016

I ask my self

How many 'I''s know their 'I'?
I ask my self

#buddhist #dharma

I Can Dance

Sean Hunt Mar 2020

I Can Dance

I can dance
once in a while
if I relax

I can dance
if instead of a dog
I become a cat

I can dance
if I don’t think of this
or that

I can dance
if I don’t look ahead
and don’t look back

I can dance
if I don’t drink beer
or cognac

I can dance
if I’m not a
nymphomaniac

I can dance
if I’m not good
and I’m not bad

I can dance
if I’m not
sad

I can dance

I can't Believe It

Sean Hunt Jun 2017

I can't Believe It

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

I hear myself saying: "I don't believe it" quite often and decided to explore this mind a little; it seems rather silly :)

I Decided To Write A Poem

Sean Hunt Feb 2016

I Decided To Write A Poem

I decided to write a poem
Not knowing
What the theme would be
I had nothing to say
At that moment in time
But I knew the rhyme
Would come like
Child's play
Like water falling
To the ground
Like the invasion
Of bird sounds
In the morning
Like a woman's
Monthly mood
Like a summer storm's
Warning

So it came
As it should
As I knew it would
And then I was in a pickle
Because I needed to afix
An ending to the thing
A finish with a flourish
A tasty pastry, perhaps

But I gave up

Sean Hunt
Windermere Feb 3 2016

#poetry #poetfreaks

I Don’t Want To Go To Heaven

Sean Hunt Jun 2018

I Don’t Want To Go To Heaven

I don’t want to go to heaven
it’s ‘somewhere up there’
and they all say that
‘God lives there’

The place I want to to go
doesn’t have a name
and everyone you meet
looks the same

You lose your eyes
but everybody sees
everyone is special
no hierarchy

There’s nothing to judge
no right and no wrong
no throne to climb up
and sit down on

I don’t want to go to heaven
‘cause it’s up in the air
the place I want to go is
everywhere

I Growled

Sean Hunt Jun 2017

I Growled

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

I'll Stop Being Me

Sean Hunt Nov 2015

I'll Stop Being Me

I'll stop being me
Just for you
I'll be somebody new
Just for you

I've been seeing wrong
For a long time
I have been deaf
And blind
Thinking of 'me'
And 'mine'
Singing
My existential whine

It's time to stop
Just for you
Today I'll be
Somebody new

Sean Hunt
Windermere, Nov 3rd 2015

#love

I Love It When Someone’s In Love With Me

Sean Hunt Sep 2016

I Love It When Someone’s In Love With Me

I love it when someone’s in love with me
Love is blind
And they can’t see me
Clearly

I love it when someone’s in love with me
In their glazed eyes
They see a hero
Not the villain I can be

I don’t have to shine my shoes
Or watch my P’s and Q’s
I close my eyes once in a while
Relax, and smile
Lay down on my Lie Low
And watch the river flow

I love it when someone’s in love with me
But only for a while
Then the spell begins to break
They start to treat me like a child
They tell me I have changed
All the rules of the game
I’m not who I used to be
I’m not the one they used to see
Sooner or later I’m told
I to hit the road

No more, no more, no more

Sean Hunt Sept 2016

No one has been 'in love' with me for a few years now, and that's ok; life is much more peaceful, less complicated :)

#love

Imagine

Sean Hunt Mar 2017

Imagine

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

IMAGINED DREAM

Sean Hunt Dec 2015

IMAGINED DREAM

Imagine having nothing to learn
And imagine having nothing to yearn
Imagine if you dream this dream tonight
And never ever wake to daylight

Imagine when you  sleep  tonight
Dreaming a world where every thing's alright
Dreaming this dream tonight
Saying good night, and  turning off the light

You're never too warm or cold
And you never have to get old
Where's there's no need to eat at all
And where you fly high but never fall

Imagine when you  sleep tonight
Dreaming a world where every thing's alright
Dreaming this dream tonight
Saying good night, and turning  off the light

Sean Hunt
Ulverston 2013

#buddhist

Imagined Dream (2)

Sean Hunt Dec 2015

Imagined Dream (2)

Imagine
An imagined ******
Outside the state
Of awakedness
In the middle of the night
With your eyes and mind
Shut tight
Without a worldly boy or girl

Imagine
You can step between
Each microcosmic
Moment in time
Humming
The eternal
*******
Existential rhyme

Gaté Gaté Gaté

This is the state
Of everlasting
Awakedness

Sean Hunt
Windermere
(in the middle of the night)
November 5th 2015

#buddhist

Imagined Dream (2b)

Sean Hunt Nov 2015

Imagined Dream (2b)

Imagined Dream (2b)

Imagine
An imagined ******
Outside the state
Of awakedness
In the middle of the night
With your eyes and mind
Shut tight
Without a worldly boy or girl

Imagine
You can step between
Each microcosmic
Moment in time
Humming along
To the eternal
*******
Existential rhyme

Gaté Gaté Gaté

This is the state
Of everlasting
Awakedness

Sean Hunt
Windermere
(in the middle of the night)
November 5th 2015

IMAGINE or (Colorlessness)

Sean Hunt Dec 2015

IMAGINE or (Colorlessness)

Imagine
every single person
here on earth
is black
please don't have
a heart attack

all the shirts are purple
shoes are blue
cars too
so they can't say
anything
about you

and all the houses
painted pink
if you don't want to end up
in the clink

imagine
all we've got
is muslim mosques
where we can pray
I wonder what
we would say

Sean Hunt
Feb 14th 2015

#poem

I’m As Old As You

Sean Hunt May 2016

I’m As Old As You

I’m as old as you
You’re as old as me
We should not be
Deceived
By everything
That we see

Sean Hunt

Twenty Word Poem

#me #immortal

Impending Operation

Sean Hunt Feb 2019

Impending Operation

Surgery they say for Keith
and he sees the surgeon soon
Then he waits and within eighteen weeks
knows the date he'll be off his feet

He's now in his eighties
and gets around without a walking stick
He says the surgery is a bother
and he's not looking forward to it

I Must Keep Watch

Sean Hunt Apr 2016

I Must Keep Watch

Today and every day
I will keep watch
For subtle movements of mind
Which slowly morph
Into ripples
In the stillness
Of the surface
Of the sea
Of my mind

Those ripples
Sometimes stay small
And subside
But
They may become waves
Which lick the shore
Slowly
Eroding as they go

I must keep watch
Ripples may become waves
Which can one day become
Human Tsunamis

I will keep my mind
Ripple-free
Happy

I must keep watch

Sean Hunt
Windermere April 6 2015

#happiness #buddhism #dharma

In A Hurry

Sean Hunt Jul 2019

In A Hurry

Climb on my shoulders
breathe some air
While you're up there
say a prayer

I'll bear your weight
a little while
just another
little trial

I'll be fair
as fair as I can
standing here
your anchorman

In the end
sugar and spice
is the trend
and everything nice

In A Hurry

Sean Hunt Aug 2019

In A Hurry

Climb on my shoulders
breathe some air
While you're up there
say a prayer

I'll bear your weight
a little while
just another
little trial

I'll be fair
as fair as I can
standing here
your anchorman

In the end
Sugar and spice
is the trend
and everything nice

INANA SHLASH (An exquisitely beautiful Syrian Dakini struck by an ugly Western missile)

Sean Hunt Dec 2015

INANA SHLASH (An exquisitely beautiful Syrian Dakini struck by an ugly Western missile)

Inana Shlash

How I wish I knew you
I would have melted
And oozed into
Your shoes
lingering many hours
Before you finally
Took a shower

I would have been a blanket
Embracing your back
Nuzzling against the nape
Of your neck
Until you wandered away
To a cool breeze
On the deck

If the gods would have
Smiled on me
I could have been
A billion water droplets
Easing into the hundreds
Of thousands of pores
In your silken skin

Alas
Our missile
Blew you away
And I don't know what to say

Sean Hunt
Windermere, December 6 2015

(Her picture can be seen here)
https://www.facebook.com/sean.hunt.3720

#poem #war #terrorism

INCEPTION

Sean Hunt Aug 2016

INCEPTION

‘Inception’ implies
Much more
Than the word
That is commonly heard
When we dig deeper
This well has no bottom
Dive like a swan
Into that pit
And you’ll not find
The end of it

#truth #reality #ultimate #buddhism #dharma

I NEED A NEW NAME

Sean Hunt Dec 2015

I NEED A NEW NAME

I Need A New Name

I need a 'Protection Scheme'
Why?
Life is mafioso mean,
A very bad dream

I need protection
From the past
From the things that I have done
To almost everyone

I need protection
From the present
If I keep being me
I'll be tortured and tormented

I need a new mandala
I need a new name
Everything will change
Nothing will stay the same

I need a new name

Sean Hunt
Windermere December 20th 2015

#buddhist #dharma

I Never Know

Sean Hunt May 2016

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 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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#wordsworth

Infallible (Haiku )

Sean Hunt Mar 2020

Infallible (Haiku )

infallible me

today the code would not work

and the door stayed closed

Inhuman

Sean Hunt Jun 2016

Inhuman

Now I wonder what it is
To be inhuman
Not knowing
All there is to know
Not being
All there is to be
Unable to know you
Unable to know me

I wonder what they dream
When their eyes close
And their world goes
When they drift away

Sean Hunt June 2nd 2016

Based on a short video exercise at Wordsworth Trust: https://vimeo.com/169122366 The group watched this short video and respoded with a poem

#animals #non-humans

Inside Of The Tiniest Egg

Sean Hunt Jun 2018

Inside Of The Tiniest Egg

When you get to the bottom of it all
inside of the tiniest egg
When the last layer of onion is gone
and all of your dreams are dead
When there’s nowhere to go, no one to see
no air left to breathe, and no one to be
then you’re free
free from the game, free from your pain
free from the dangers of the sea
free as a bird, from this world,
from all the laws of gravity
free from sermons about the burning
from silly schools full of fools
forever vows and furrowed brows
free from regret and free from death
free from tinsel trinkets and tokens
free from promises made then broken
When there’s nowhere to go, no one to see,
no air left to breathe, and no one to be
Then you’re free

Inside Out

Sean Hunt May 2017

Inside Out

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

Inside The Psychosis

Sean Hunt Nov 2015

Inside The Psychosis

I'm stuck inside
The psychosis
I know this

I have a doctoral degree
In Reality

I have been taught
The architecture
And structure
Of the grand psychosis
I know this

I have been goaded
I have been guided
I have been shown
Inside
The minds of men
Who whirl around
Their imagined worlds
Boys and girls
Unaware
Fighting phantoms
In thin air

I should dis appear
Yet
I find myself
Still
Inextricably
Involved
In ordinary appearances

I'm inside
The psychosis
I know this

HELP!

Sean Hunt
Windermere November 9 2015
https://vimeo.com/145132005 (recitation)

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