POT POURRI (3)
The brilliant glow of the sun
As it burns itself into your memory
Bouncing off the shimmering waves
Eternal in its magnificence
Your dream light up with that orb
Firing your imagination to greater heights
Until it sets beyond forever
Leaving your dreams to smoulder
as embers in the dying flame
Phil Sanders
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
We seek to understand our life on earth
And sometimes question how much we are worth
But living life as fully as we may
Will leave us feeling bright in all we say
It is not always possible to smile
The knocks will sometimes slow us for a while
But if we seek the beauty nature shows
We will recover from those ghastly blows
To see the shimmering sea in summers haze
To feel the re-awakening of springs days
To watch kaleidoscopic leaves of fall
To revel in the snow of winters squall
Relive your life with memories so sweet
Enjoy the pleasures that will make you feel replete
Thank God you see and feel and taste ..
For life should never be a waste
Phil Sanders
NO SLEEP
My mind refuses sleep
Portraying life in all its shades
Reminding me of all that is
And all that maybe in the years to come
Rainbows of opportunity colour my thoughts
Exuding roads to choose and stop
Some with light shining bright within
Others with darkest portents in shadow
Clear mountain streams sparkle and run
Salmon spawning ideas as they flow
Upon the rivers of mystery and desire
Washing down the eyes that seek
Will the mists clear and elucidate?
Or will the fog of doubt cloud the judgement
Making that step into the unknown
A chasm of worry and despair
But now the lightning of reason sparks the sky
Flashing its message with bolts of certainty
Allowing decisions of such clarity
That burn the procrastination away
Phil Sanders
PANDORA'S BOX
I open the box with trepidation and exhilaration
Memories burst through my eyes into my mind
Love fells me like an axe to a tree
I drown in a deep sea of emotion
Photographs images of perfection and happiness
Smiling eyes light up my heart
Feelings burn into my soul .
You are with me again
Rivers of tears make patterns on my cheeks
Dropping like rain from clouds of recollections
I close the lid on my life
And place it back in the cupboard of hope
Phil Sanders
LAUGHTER AND TEARS
Watch my face crumble from laughter to tears
As my joy is replaced by irreparable fears
So close the feelings high and low
Takes so little to change the flow
Phil Sanders
THE LORELEI OF LOVE
The Lorelei of love .
Calls us onto the rocks of our emotions
Place your trust in the waves of your feelings
And feel the flow of togetherness
Phil Sanders
TAINTED BY THE WORLD
The vibrant fruits of youth
Mature and shed fallow seeds
Where once the stream flowed pure and clear
The waters are now muddied and unsure
Idealism is replaced by cynicism
Ambition is cooled by freezing realism
Hope is seen through a dirty window
To where despair flourishes on the weed filled lawn of life
Phil Sanders
TURMOIL
Cataclysmic emotions
Spin round and round
Inside my head
Never making a sound
Eternal impressions
Deep deep inside
However I try
From them I cant hide
Outwardly calm
Turmoil within
Despite the despair
Ill never give in
Phil Sanders
ELITIST DREAMS
Oxford Cambridge elitist dreams
Often less than what they seem
Insignificant in a world of strife
The best Degree comes from
the University of Life
Phil Sanders
THE PESSIMIST'S OPTIMISM
I started the day fed up
I hope to be thoroughly depressed quite soon
And if Im really lucky
Ill be totally suicidal by Noon!!
Phil Sanders
THINK
Remember each and every day
The things that youre about to say
The words that tumble from your mind
Can cause effects and you will find
You wish youd kept them just as thought
The comments that have made them fraught
So temper all the speeches made
Make sure that you have always weighed
Expressive dialogue so deep
So that nightly you may sleep
Phil Sanders
PAIN
The billowing, flowing flood of pain
The incandescent tearing at the heart
The pain that drips incessantly within
The pain of hope the pain of loss
Phil Sanders
LAKESIDE
Standing by the lakeside
The mountains towering high
The sun an orb of light
High up in the sky
Lovers in the rowboats
Oars within the water
Making dancing patterns
Like windswept leaves in autumn
Then the whistling wind
Tumbles down the valley
Sweeping all before it
Youll not want to tarry
Wishing to rush home again
To a roaring fire
Hot tea and toasted crumpets
A loved one to desire
Phil Sanders
RETURN TO BIRMINGHAM
Forty odd years since I was born here
Just a blip in the life of the world I fear
Such memories evoked as I drive into town
Some buildings have changed some fallen down
But the strength of the city and its friendly attire ...
Gives me a warm glow like a welcoming fire
It will always be home familiar and free
Fill me with excitement enjoyment and glee
The friends that I knew here those I still do
Will welcome me warmly and so kindly too
Wherever you wander wherever you roam
The place of your birth will still feel like home
Phil Sanders
LETTING GO
Watch a child see their face
Full of innocence and grace
So expressive so engrossed
Playing games they love the most
Enquiring eyes enquiring mind
Wanting to learn about all they find
Giving love to us so freely
Makes us know so very deeply
Why we love them all our days
And their simple, lovely ways
Even when they have grown up
We can never ever stop
Wanting to protect and shield
them from the bad things in the world
Even though it makes us yearn
We always know that they must learn
On their own making life
In their own image love or strife
Phil Sanders
My Poetry
This is a selection of my poetry on a wide variety of subjects.I hope that you enjoy it and maybe find some inspiration in some of the verses.
Phil Sanders
THE POET
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
But have no fear from these deliberations
Just pleasure
from whatever pleasure is gleaned
For the written word is his chariot
To carry his thoughts across the minds of men
Phil Sanders
8/12/93