A PINT WITH SEANIEBEE

A PINT WITH SEANIEBEE Sean Boyle is an Irish-Australian writer. His poetry/flash-fiction collection - Here Lies You & I - began serialisation here in April 2025.

This page also features his podcast: brave, creative and interesting people share their life lessons and wisdom.

HERE LIES YOU & I _______________MORNING5. PONT NEUFI’ve never b...
19/08/2026

HERE LIES
YOU
& I

_______________MORNING

5. PONT NEUF

I’ve never been to Paris

I know what Paris looks like

But I’ve never known Paris

I dream of a café in Paris
Accordion music in Paris
He gives me a rose in Paris
We kiss on a bridge in Paris
He wraps his arms round me in Paris
It’s the end of spring in Paris

I think

I love

Paris

Paris here I come!

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HERE LIES YOU & I _______________MORNING4. STANDING STONESOn a c...
10/08/2026

HERE LIES
YOU
& I

_______________MORNING

4. STANDING STONES

On a clear day
They say you can see everything

My first trip to The Island
The Cape

Early
Alone with thoughts
Walking beneath a shining sun

In a small empty chapel
I light a flickering votive candle

Then…
Traveling an excuse for a road
A low paddock with two horses

Both had seen much of life

A good distance off
Away there in the middle of the field

Something wresting my mind
A question needs answering
A predicament searching resolution
Narrowed down to two choices

Here’s how ‘twould be decided

Plucking a thorough clump of grass from the roadside ditch
I’d entice the horses with freshness

If they came
There’s one solution

If they kept their stares of disinterest
That’s the other

I sense I longed for the former
It looked like they wouldn’t move

Suddenly…
As if reading my mind
One of the two commenced an amble towards me
All the way over
A slow gait

Looked me in the eye
As he crumpled and mulched my hand-fed green bouquet

The grass is always greener

Later…

A majestic bay
A pirate bay
A ship glazing at anchor just offshore in twinkling water

Waiting to take me away
Wondering why I tarried
With so much to be done at sea

In the manner of my home
The sunshine and clear blue sky
Somehow suddenly turned to rain

At a little café by the small harbour
A visiting couple in their eighties

He…
A cravat
Doddery yet fully alert exploring flora out in soft drizzle
Honeysuckle thrift

She…
Ruling the roost inside
Clown-like red rouge on old-lady skin

Married 60 years don’t you know?
A daughter a dancer oh yes
Went to Sadler’s Wells no less

The three listening townsfolk in vague kind of thrall
Her equally elderly poodle sniffed and pottered

Anyway…
A day of dreamy idyll

Returning to the mainland across choppy water
Alone

I ponder my decision

The chapel

The horse

Pirate bay

And this old couple
Married as decade turned to decade turned to decade
A rare two who have surely ‘conquered’ love

I thought how cruel that even with life thus bested
‘Tis likely that one will awake some morning to find the other taken from them

We spend so much time trying to make love
And the very few who ever really do
Invariably conclude in anguish

A victorious anguish?
Perhaps

But how sad

How painful

The waves lash the side of the boat

Soon…
Baltimore

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HERE LIES YOU & I _______________MORNING3. SINGAPOREThey closed ...
29/07/2026

HERE LIES
YOU
& I

_______________MORNING

3. SINGAPORE

They closed The Botanical Gardens
All entrances shuttered
That we might walk and run and play
In this place here unfettered

I’d watched you dance past Symphony Lake
With Chopin swirls and twirls and furls

You kneel inhaling unique pink perfume
Of Vanda Miss Joaquim
And her all dolled up for a night on the town

Harpley would approve
As you swoop and dive
My barefoot girl on a swing
Catapulting yourself off
With flouncy skirts alive
Landing softly on the grass
And on your back you lie
Laughing skyward
‘Neath the huge protective yawning awning of tembusu

My wondrous orchid in the mist

Tanglin spikemosses
And fragrant saracas of beautiful reds and yellows

We pass the swans in flight
And dribbling babbling brooks
Give way to small rainbowed waterfalls

As sun drips down and nighttime beats and pleasures
And fragrant evening flowers
Emerge to waft us on our way

A butterfly lands upon your breast

A living beating brooch of beauty

That seems to know instinctively
That it is safe within your heart

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HERE LIES YOU & I _______________MORNING2. SABARMATIThe news cam...
19/07/2026

HERE LIES
YOU
& I

_______________MORNING

2. SABARMATI

The news came thick and fast
People are running through the dusty streets
Motorised rickshaws beep their horns

A group
A throng
A crowd
A mass of heaving humanity

SHE’S COMING!
SHE’S COMING!

Amma is coming to save us
To spread love
To hug

I feel so proud to be from Ahmedabad

First The Salt March
Now this…

HERE LIES YOU & I _______________MORNING1. PITTODRIEIn places th...
10/07/2026

HERE LIES
YOU
& I

_______________MORNING

1. PITTODRIE

In places the ground is frosty
Crispy
Crunchy under foot

In other places the ground is wet and mucky
Squelchy
Eyes train in pre-dawn darkness to carefully avoid these places

The park is a former garbage dump
A hill of dung
Where scavenged seagulls and garbage trucks once ruled the earth

Faint traces of decomposed rags and un-degraded dirty-clayed-plastic
Still waft occasionally up from the Cambrian depths
To do losing battle with icy morning grassland sprays

The small boy picks his steps intently

Thinking

The only soul up early on this acreage
Risen before the very birds
Who only serve to murmur an occasional irritated twitter

On his way to school across winter-logged pitches
He dreams one day of being a footballer
A dream that has been alive within for five whole years now
Each and every day

After school’s drudgery
He comes alone to these same pitches
Alone with his soggy leather football

He reconstructs the great goals beneath duct-tape-tattered metal goalposts

Commentates Coleman-esque inside his head

Dalgllllliisssh
One Nil

Moves in slow motion to the inner voices of famous pundits analyzing replay

He runs
He dribbles
He tries to do keepy-uppys
Plays for as many hours as is parentally permitted
Until the darkness closes in and he trudges home rosy-cheeked

And yet deep inside him a nagging nagging

He knows he'll nay wear the navy blue of Scotland

Not good enough

A boy whose life dreams are crushed and broken at the age of eleven

Whatever happens to him?

Dreams he couldn't tell to anyone but himself
No one would listen or believe
His father would loudly scoff

And he only eleven

If he stopped right now and thought too much about this
He would probably shake
Hyperventilate (though he's yet to know the meaning of the word)

Cry

It's 1980

They shot Lennon yesterday

Aberdeen…
No country for young boys

HERE LIES YOU & I ___________________ N I G H T45. WHEN WE DIEWh...
30/06/2026

HERE LIES
YOU
& I

___________________ N I G H T

45. WHEN WE DIE

What will happen to us when we die
You and I
A world growing ever colder
Grows now darker without you
Another generation coming through
None of them recalling
You and I

What will happen to us when we die
You and I
Will we be together staring upwards to the sky?
Holding hands and thinking silently about all that just went by
Was this mere fleeting moment a step and nothing more?
Will we ever meet again perhaps on some far distant shore?
You and I

What will happen to us when we die
You and I
Will choirs of little cherubs come and sing at our goodbye?
Will people say nice things about us?
Will they cry?

The folks we leave behind move on without us by and by
Down the ever-rolling treadmill till their time does come
To die like
You and I

What will happen to us when we die
You and I
The clouds roll past
The trees grow tall
The rocks stand fast
A planet sailing on through darkness
Now just dust among the starness
You and I

What will happen to us when we die
You and I
Will I ever get to see the sparkling firework in your eye?
A reflection of the beauty of a world that passed me by
Laughing under pressure
Making light of every sigh
You and I

What will happen to us when we die
You and I
A vast and roaring chasm
Screaming lonely
Screaming why
Begging for a second chance
Now that end is nigh
How might we grasp it?
You and I

What will happen to us when we die
You and I
Will I regret the mom and apple pie?
Shuttered curtains ever present on this guy
A man too afraid to even try for
You and I

What will happen to us when we die
You and I
When fire consumes and ashes blow across
Some sheep-strewn mountainside

No elegies or statues

Here lies…

You and I

HERE LIES YOU & I ___________________ N I G H T44. GOSPELIf God ...
19/06/2026

HERE LIES
YOU
& I

___________________ N I G H T

44. GOSPEL

If God was here…
He said none of this is real

Bring me no fatted calf
No wailing vale of tears

If God was here…
He saw we had it wrong

A mere creator created to provide solace in death
To get us to a better place
To rest in peace

And yet if God was here…
He’d see we brought with us all the real truth
The real mystery of humankind

Human kind

That bigger than any statue or temple or deity
Is the truth within all of us…

The bishop
The miner
The robber
The ra**st
The god

That we are merely here to do right by others

Amen

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HERE LIES YOU & I ___________________ N I G H T43. KHYBERThe Con...
09/06/2026

HERE LIES
YOU
& I

___________________ N I G H T

43. KHYBER

The Conor Pass is where he goes to listen to silence
It is where his ashes will be strewn
It is where he comes from lies behind
It is where he longs for lies ahead
It is where the wind whips across his face
It is where he hears the distant sound of lost calf’s keening

It is where a soft rain begins to fall
It is where the green is dark and light and elemental
It is where the black clouds open to reveal heavenly rays
It is where cars slowly crest and whisk off downwards in gathering dusk

It is where come meditations on what might have been
It is where come resolutions of what will come

It is where Chieftains once roamed the land as kings

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HERE LIES YOU & I ___________________ N I G H T42. CRUMBLINLate ...
29/05/2026

HERE LIES
YOU
& I

___________________ N I G H T

42. CRUMBLIN

Late night inside a Moscow nightclub
The rambunctious Dub is dancing like a mad thing
Pharell sounds

He bumps and grinds
Happy as he’s high
Drunk to boot
Eyeing up the pretty birds from St Petersburg
Up to get lucky

A great night altogether
Happy days!

In an hour they’ll have beaten three kinds of sh*te out of him
Suede-headed Russian pigs

He will lie dying in a city hospital
So many miles from home…

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HERE LIES YOU & I ___________________ N I G H T41. EMERALDAfter ...
19/05/2026

HERE LIES
YOU
& I

___________________ N I G H T

41. EMERALD

After sixty years together
Fifty-five years of marriage
It is this day that I need to know something

I need to know how you smile at me

There is a crinkle of lip
A feather dimple
Soft eyes that scrunch up with care

Soft like the goose-down that plumps the pillow
Goosebumps

I still feel safe

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