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Sean Hunt Nov 2016
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
Sean Hunt Oct 2016
We will all be forgotten, of this there is no doubt, though we live as if a world without us could not exist.  We grossly over-exaggerate our importance, arrogantly and drastically overestimating our relevance to the orbit of all the planets and galaxies, and living beings surrounding us.

How many years will your memory remain
in the minds of men and women?

Put your self in perspective.  Reflect on how forgettable you are.

Stars and tears all disappear

Sean Hunt
wyle tan Sep 2016
When Sun and Moon have found their place,
Angels gather as witnesses of first birth.

"Let there be life," Theos proclaims.
Incipient buds appear. Promise of Beauty forever.

Life bursts forth.
Flowers and weeds grow together.

Weary gardeners tend the soil.
Angels in silence weep when flowers fall.


by
Wyle Tan
(On seeing the first buds after the rain. 14 July 2016)
each moment
flows uninterrupted
the more I unclench
my grip
and
let go,
let it flow
Bhakti Lata Aug 2016
oblivious
to the waves
of time
that are
waiting to come
crashing
from behind

we build
our sand castles
of worldly
possessions
with great pride
naïve
as a child
I wrote this  poem inspired by a picture in Microsoft Picture Gallery of a little child playing with a sand castle on the beach :-)
Sean Hunt Jul 2016
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
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