Philip Vincent Sanders
Biography of Philip Vincent Sanders
Philip Vincent Sanders Poems
Listen to their laughter Listen to them sing Watch them on the roundabout Watch them on the swings
Walk On The Wild Side
My footsteps splash as through the rain I plough The shards of ice slash hard across my face right now But freedom shouts from all the rooftops near A ringing loud endorsement do I hear
Listen to the flecks of rain That fall on dusty ground Listen to the bird's sweet song As earth's waking comes around
A memory is a moment of pure magic Heart rending in its intensity Beautiful in its clear simplicity Burnt into your soul for eternity
Looking into the vast plains that are the future I wonder …….. what will be? Crossroads that have been reached … decisions to be made Which road should I take …. Which highway to follow?
The Hour Glass Of Life
The hour glass of life ticks away like an incessant metronome Speeding up when we experience enjoyment Slowing down … painfully at times of hurt and anger And … as the days of our life lengthen
The subtle shades of evening sky Encouraging thoughts … by and by Of calm and moments yet to be And of the things we may well see….
Poetry unlocks my mind, it helps me see so clear, It sharpens up my senses to see the things so dear, Like children and their joyfulness, loving someone so, Watching morning breaking, seeing rivers flow,
Loneliness is a ticking clock Inside an empty room That echoes round inside your head And you feel just like a tomb
Soft And Gentle House
The syncopated steps of memories through the walls The soft and gentle feelings of history in the hall The house breathes life into me … as through I softly step And wonder who so often has … stood and gently met
Free As A Bird
Spirit free …. flying on the wind Apart from the world …. feeling free An endless space stretching beyond the moon A peaceful, gentle mind
The Poet's Inspiration
Relax awhile ……… Let my mind rest from the words They flow like a waterfall Tumbling ever faster …
Seasons Of Life
The seasons change our moods within ourselves Sometimes we are so open … then withheld The summer sings within our brightest days … But winter can distil such darkened days
Everyone has talents None of us the same Some of us will shine Some will find great fame
Poetry unlocks my mind, it helps me see so clear,
It sharpens up my senses to see the things so dear,
Like children and their joyfulness, loving someone so,
Watching morning breaking, seeing rivers flow,
Feeling the wind rush through my hair, the rain upon my face,
The beauty that surrounds us, the gentleness and grace...
that is always round us, very plain to see,
But so often we rush by, and miss its majesty.
The world today goes faster than it has ever done before,