We need to stop
And see
You and me
We photoshop
The whole catastrophe
The life of you
The life of me
Why do we deny
Reality
It will end soon
And be gone
Back to the place
Where dreams come from

Pretty pink petal flakes
Falling slowly
In spring
Like snow

Something happened while you made your plan
You walked the road, when someone ran
While you imagined, turning a bend
someone’s story had reached the end

You never knew you would be so blue
without the world, the one we knew
The sun went down, so suddenly
it disappeared, behind the trees

and the night, gave us a fright
when we were alone, on our own
seeing things, that were not there
shadow dancing in thin air

But the walls came down, at the end of the day
because there were laws that we would not obey

Something happened, unforeseen
by the king,, and by the queen
but their castle, strong and grand
was not built in the sand

and the night, gave us a fright
when we were alone, on our own
seeing things, that were not there
shadow dancing in thin air

Before words form
then fall, like rain
from the mind of a  writer
splattering a chaste page
There is no poem

Before the pieces
of someone's peculiar puzzle
are placed
precisely
on a page
There is no poem

Before the mind
of a reader
appreciates
something special
in a word salad
there is no poem

Before a reader
pretends to hear
sounds found
somewhere
between his ears
there is no poem

If your life's burning well
Poetry is just the ash

(Leonard Cohen)

Poor penguins
and polar bears
no ozone
above them
in the air
Soon in the cold
arctic ocean
They'll be selling the seals
suntan lotion

Beware of the wisdom
that comes out of my mouth
Because it comes out
doesn't mean it went in

A porpoise may stay
near the surface for air
without diving deep
to find what's down there?

It's easy to say words
if they have been learned
Knowledge of the meaning
this must be earned

We have been protected
By our circumstances
Never free
To take that chance
To dance
With wild abandon
On the edge of the cliff
From which
All lovers fall
We have been blessed
And destined
To remain
Potential lovers

Our imaginations
Wrote a happy script
Craziness and pain
Were not part of it


         Sean Hunt    
Dec 2016 Windermere

Pretentious poetry
irritates me
Too many words
that people want heard
a lot
whether they mean
something
or not

My time is mine
and I am robbed
taken hostage
put in *******
searching for pieces
to fit into
pathetic puzzles

Some poets
should be muzzled

Sometimes
Some people place
A strange
Priority
On cats
Sometimes
Some people place
A strange
Priority
On dogs
Sometimes
Some people place
A strange
Priority
On trees
Sometimes
Some people place
A strange
Priority
On lakes
They all seem to take
A higher priority
Than humans
To some people
Some of the time
I always find
This
Upside-down
Order
Of prioritization
Somewhat silly

    Sean Hunt  Oct 22 2016

Tzivi is becoming prolific!  
Have you seen his second poem?

Mary moved ever so slowly
At the end of her years
She was naughty and nice,
And a friend to everyone, even the mice

Her every step a journey
Through the gardens green
Announcing edicts to the mice
Our ‘constitutional’ queen

“I don’t hear so well” she’d shout
But then I did surmise
That Mary heard quite well
Through her wide open eyes

I will miss her glinty glare
Through steely eyes of blue
Her spark, and piercing stare
This queen, I’m glad I knew

Sean Hunt March 13 2016

I was requested
To write a rhyme about rain
By a soldier man who lives
Almost in a lake

I thought of rain
Again and again
In time,
A rain rhyme came

From me to you,
Mr. Hill
Who lives
In 'The Lakes'

Rain rain go away
Come again
Some other day
Today I want to play

Rain rain go away
But not for long
Or I’ll complain
Stay around
I’ll want you when
My grass is brown

Rain rain stay around
My kayak doesn’t work well
On the ground

Rain rain
Once in a while
I will delight
When my feet are warm and dry
By the firelight

I will watch you through
My windowpane
In  ease
As you paint
Your Three D
Masterpiece

O essential element
Presenter of presents
Why do we lament
So much
Your ever-present presence


Sean Hunt April 16 2015

For video recitation: see link below

RAIN AGAIN!

This is the poem that I wrote
In my second floor flat
During the December downpour
Not knowing that the first floor
Would be flooded

Once again
The district of the lakes
Is taking
A long shower,
Again,
Today, yesterday
The day before yesterday
I forget when it started
The water's not hot
We’ll all be wide, wide awake.
We know
The drains will overflow
And flood the roads
With mud and water
No human ants will wander in the hills
They would get way too wet.
Maybe water rats will.

Sean Hunt
Windermere  December 5th 2015

Rain rain go away
Come again
Some other day
Today I want to play

Rain rain go away
But not for long or I’ll complain
So stay around
I’ll want you when my grass is brown

Rain rain
Once in a while I will delight
When my feet are warm and dry
By the firelight

I will watch you through
My windowpane in ease
As you paint
Your Three D Masterpiece

O essential element
Presenter of presents
Why do we lament so much
Your ever-present presence


Sean Hunt
April 16 2015

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

What I heard
You never said
What you said
I never heard
My ears can hear
And I know the words
How is it
What you said
I never heard
My ears can hear
And I know the words
How is it
What I heard
You never said

Because we don’t hear
With our ears
And we don’t see
With our eyes
That’s why
Reality is full of lies

Sean Hunt

I won't
Really
Be leaving
Anything
Behind
When I die?

I have not tried to see
Through the eyes of a refugee

I am aware of them
Here and there
And in between
But I have not seen
Through their eyes
I have not measured
I have not weighed
The worlds they leave
Nor the worlds they imagine
Across the sea

I know one of them
Through a friend
When her journey ended
She said she started off
In a wave
Of many hopeful souls

She has now arrived
In her new world
Has a husband
And a child
And a house
And a new tongue to talk in

Though introduced
We never met
Her wounded way
From there to here
Was flooded in tears
An inundation

An escape
An emigration
Of desperation
Manipulation
By a gauntlet of men
A bartering of copulation
Then,
Immigration

“The rest died
Only I survived”
She said

Sean Hunt  Jan 2 2017

Don't forget
To rehearse
Every night
You must die right

Rejoice in every moment
when the madness is seen
when a wedge is driven
in the dream

when the lies are not believed
by an awakening mind
and there is no searching
for things we cannot find

Rejoice in every moment
while the chains of karma break
link by link
and we awaken

Relationships are challenging
for everyone
some are meant to be
for someone
Some are not meant to be
for anyone

If you sit by my bed
while I’m becoming dead
would you remember please 
these words that I’ve said

Watch your thoughts and feelings
guard your mind against
gladness or sadness
or bedside pretense

My journey will depend
on the state of my mind
In peace, please help me
leave this world behind

Farewell to you and yours
As I walk through this door
to everyone I’ve known
I say goodbye for ever more

This end is the beginning
of a world that will be new
This one will disappear
along with me and you

In this poem of mine
every line
will rhyme
every time

While the sun shines
on my glass of wine
I'll take my time
It'll turn out fine

I will be kind
to your mind
Every line
will be refined

It will be a crime
If I'm unable to find
a word that rhymes
every time

On pain of death
no word will rhyme
on my ****** page
The temptation will be resisted
My heels will dig
during this tug of war
between you and me
and I will win

A river flows from the farmer's field into two streams.

From one stream a sidestream very occasionally trickles into the mouths of men but most of this stream becomes a rapidly rushing river flowing to factories who process and put it into pretty packages.  This stream flows into global supermarkets to be displayed and sold to man.

Another stream flows into the barn and into the mouths of animals owned by man.  That stream stays there dammed-up, but only for a while.  When the stream has fattened man's animals the animals flow into a stream that flows into the mouths of men.  

Need we discuss subsequent streams?

...Or the rivers inside the body of man?

I was steered here
when I was sixty-three
to
The Land Of The Lakes

The hills and fells
disinterest me
a lovely lake
however
can occasionally
catch my eye

One day I took
a wintry walk
wearing a chapeau
crunching snow
on a Windermere Jetty
jutting out into
the heart of the park
pretending
to intend
to continue
beyond the end

A memory was snapped
into a permanent place
by the capturing eye
walking by

The home of his skull is in Rome
His blood's in a vial in Dublin
It's the day of this lover's last breath
the day of his date with death

Love is the name of his game
They play it all over the world
Everybody knows his name
every single boy and girl

Cruel Claudius built his empire
with soldiers fire and swords
but married men full of desire
would stay behind closed doors

Engagements and marriages were banned
so they married in secret instead
Valentine kept joining hands
until Claudius chopped off his head

Chocolates, a heart and a rose
things that give you bliss
dinner and a movie or a show
then a long hug and a kiss

The home of his skull is in Rome
His blood's in a vial in Dublin
It's the day of this lover's last breath
the day of his date with death

SARASVATI


You fly upon the wings of a swan
Sarasvati where have you been
We're living in a din
Sarasvati where have you been?

Cacaphony surrounding me,
Explains the state I'm in
Sarasvati, goddess of Poetry
Eloquence, and ear-truffle Artistry
Flying on a swan
Carressing  strings
Entertaining,  
Explaining,
Singing
Sarasvati, where've you been

Where have you been?
We're living in a din....
A dissonant cacaphony
A world without harmony,
Silly little love songs,
Sounding Oh so wrong
Oh Sarasvati, where've you been?


We love your eloquence,
And poetic elegance
You speak beautiful truth,
You do!
Sarasvati, where have you been?

Maiden of Manjushri,
Mother of Minstrels

A sad state of affairs,
For my mind and for my ears
Now I wouldn't mind if I went deaf,
For the rest of my years

It’s Saturday
they say
so
this means we need
to behave
some way
that acknowledges
and respects
the day
unlike Mondays

Liberated slaves
free to spend
in all the stores
then bend the rules
and act wild
like a liberated child

Divert, distract
paint the town black
‘tis the day
to take care of business
be cool
and make it through
to Sunday’s forgiveness

It's such a sad scene
We're messing with our movie
Scratching on the screen
Not knowing we're projecting
A very bad dream
It's such a sad scene
And the source of it all
Is a toxic stream
It's such a sad scene

We're bathing in a waterfall
Downstream
From a dam
Made by
The mind of man
And we don't even know
Each drop is a sham
Unaware
We sit and stare
Unaware

Sean Hunt
Windermere November 9, 2015
https://vimeo.com/145128638 (recitation)

Scratching On The Screen

It's such a sad scene
We're messing with our movie
Scratching on the screen
Not knowing we're projecting
A very bad dream
It's such a sad scene
And the source of it all
Is a toxic mindstream
It's such a sad scene

We're bathing in a waterfall
Downstream
From a dam
Made by
The mind of man
And we don't even know
Each drop is a sham
Unaware
We sit and stare
Unaware

Sean Hunt
Windermere November 2015

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

We think we can see
You and me

I see you
You see me

but who do we really see?

I know there is no you
I know there is no me

so who
do we really see?

We see a projection screen
The world we see we dream
The people with their faces
this world with all it's places
as real as a rainbow
or a shadow show

This we need to know

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

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

Shadowy Man

If I am a shadowy man
What can this mean?
What shadow do I cast?
And where does it land?
If I am a shadowy man?

What does this mean?
Is something partially seen,
The view obscured
By something else,
Maybe by you?

The truth is:
I am a simple shadow
Cast by the bright clear light
Of my very subtle mind

I have nothing to do
With how you see me
Moment to moment.
That is up to you

Sean Hunt  
2015 January Windermere

She has proven
She's a poet
Now she knows it

She's Steady And She's Spry

Although I'm more than sixty one
Someone thinks that I am young
You know I live beside a woman
Who's a hundred and one

She's steady and she's spry
Has a sparkle in her eye
I see her nearly every day
And she can hear what I say

She can listen, she can laugh
And put a tear in your eye
When you're realize you're letting
Your days slip by

Sean Hunt  
Feb 23rd 2015

Silently
Grains of sand are falling slow
something like flakes of snow
that melt before they touch the ground

Silently
Moments come and moments go
No one even knows
like waves of sound

Silently
We drive the winding road
Life after life with nought to show
but still we double down

Silently
Flying high and swooping low
falling like a crippled crow
another king uncrowned

'Sitting' In The River

'Sitting' .....
In the middle
Of the river
Of moments
Flowing by
Watching it all
From the corner
Of your inner
Eye
Saying
'Samsara
Goodbye'

Sean Hunt
Windermere, Oct 2015

When I was a child life was grand
I’m still sitting in the sand with busy hands
Building up and tearing down
Standing up and sitting down
There’s no wall I can call mine
No clock to tell the time
Little waves come now and then
Until the big one at the end

Knowing this I carry on
Though what I build will be gone
Knowing this I carry on
Though every thing will be gone

Across the sand the sun will set
And make this busy mind rest
The sea will take some sand away
And set the stage for the dawning day

Knowing this I carry on
Though what I build will be gone
Knowing this I carry on
Though every thing will be gone

SKY BURIAL

Please bury me high, way up in the sky
In a place, away from the human race
Where I will be  a gift, to a happy little bird
And save everyone, a lot of work

When I die take me away, on a jumbo jet
To that land, that they used to call Tibet
Find some monks to bury me, high up in the air
I'll tell you how they bury people up there
Where there are no trees, to be found
Where there is no earth, on the ground

Monks will carry me, to the highest spot
Once their knives, have been sharpened a lot
They will slice me in pieces, with surgical love
And feed me to the buzzards, circling above

Please bury me high, way up in the sky
In a place away from the human race
Where I will be a gift, to a happy little bird
And save everyone, a lot of work

Sean Hunt  
2015 January Windermere

Nothing is new
Under the sun
Our realizations
Come one by one

Inside my smoke
You couldn't find me
In all of your mirrors
You could not be seen

You didn't find me
I didn't see you
We came to the same
Conclusions

I was looking for someone who just wasn't there
The truth is you couldn't be found anywhere
Smoke and mirrors. we play the same game
Though we both call it by different names

Nothing is new
Under the sun
Our realizations
Come one by one

The script that was written
Was perfect for you
Your acting was easy
Nothing was new

When the shooting was over
And the movie was done
You stopped playing the part
But kept wearing the gun

I was looking for someone who just wasn't there
The truth is you wouldn't be found anywhere
Smoke and mirrors. we play the same game
Though we both call it by different names

Nothing is new
Under the sun
Our realizations
Come one by one

Sean Hunt
Windermere Jan 20 2016

Snakes and ladders is the name
Of my game of blame and shame
Where every move that I make
Leads to even more heartache

One day I made a big mistake
I slipped and slid down a snake
I tried to climb back up a ladder
But slipped and became even sadder

I looked around for another ladder
To take me back to where I was
But they all took me somewhere new
And slippery snakes were all I saw

Snakes and ladders is the name
Of my game of blame and shame
Where every move that I make
Leads to even more heartache

Sean Hunt  July 2016

Snowflakes

Light white bright
Snowflakes were falling
That January
Morning
While we were trying
To write
About Light

Sean   Hunt
Windermere 2015 Jan 16

The unfortunate character
trembled and tripped
He took a nasty spill
one day when he was already ill
The path was unlit, excessively muddy
and he slipped
Since he was into his second bottle of wine
and overstressed by his dunkenness
the cause of his fall
was indefinite
leading to the struggle
and trouble
of our kerfuffle

Some themes are easily seen
Others?
One can spend a life
Deciphering
And die before
Discovering
That the theme was
'The absence 
Of a theme'

I sometimes
Find my mind
Rumbling
With early tremors
Of rage
When listening to 
Some silly songs
Wishing to heaven
That the theme were 
Absent

Sean Hunt 
Windermere Easter 2015

Although I know
Why the sky is blue
I understand me
And I understand you
I stay confused
Self-abused and bruised
Why?
Now I know
I need to go
And learn
Something new
Or
Something anew

Sean Hunt March 6 2016