Philip Vincent Sanders Poems

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
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Sunset is a time for reflection …. mellow thoughts
Working out the day …. and how its run its course
Letting all the worries of your life unfold
Speaking in your mind the stories yet untold
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I play music for hours to you
My fingers flying across the keys
Playing melodies of love for you
My love pours out of these notes.....
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You are my diary
My life is written on your pages
In words of love
From the moment we kissed
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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….
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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
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The town is hushed as I walk through the night
My footsteps echoing around the empty streets like a drum
The rain begins to fall …. running down my face
Mingling with the tears across my cheeks …
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The poet bares his soul to the world
Opening himself to minute examination
His thoughts to be sifted and sorted
Interpretation put on every word
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A tiny speck in the tapestry of life
A moment in the millennium
But still important …. everyone
Each a part to play
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My life is full of words
To relish and to feel
My head is so emotional
That senses swim and reel
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