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

With only one wish left
desperate on floor:
"the paw!"

You've the nicest beam I think I have ever seen

Inside the tavern light is seen
Our unlikely group enter
We enquire about staying,
dice are rolled,
as we're playing.

I doubt
material wealth
means anything
in the afterlife
on the off chance
that I'm wrong
bury me
with my books
and my plastic owl.

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

I thought I loved them
But I was wrong
All I knew about love
Came from a song?

Everything I thought I knew
About love was wrong

Who ever taught us
That love is for them
And love is not a fix
For the arm of men

Greedy and needy
Desperate junkies
Obsessively feeding
Hedonistic hunger

Could this be  a ruse
A cosmic trick
To keep the race
From disappearing?

An implanted psychosis
Ensuring that men
Will reproduce
Again and again?


Sean Hunt  
Windermere May 2015

Wretched continuous pain
now life will never be the same

I will rise
To the challenge
And get my revenge