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Casino Life

Some say that life’s a gamble
In which you win or lose

You deal the deck
You place your bets
You hold your breath
And then collect your dues

But life is not all chance
Nor game of fight or flight
Sometimes the dice is blank
Sometimes the cards are white

Some say that life’s a classroom
In which you live and learn

You make mistakes
You take your breaks
You grow your soul
And so the wheel turns

But life is not all graft
Nor school of tests and grades
Sometimes there are no lessons learned
Sometimes there are no accolades

Some say that life’s a journey
In which you wend your way

You choose a path
You make your hearth
You walk your talk
And rise to meet the day

But life is not all quest
Nor march from A to B
Sometimes you move in circles
Sometimes you only dream

Wayne Visser © 2010

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String, Donuts, Bubbles and Me: Favourite Philosophical Poems

This creative collection, now in its 3rd edition, brings together philosophical poems by Wayne Visser. In this anthology, he muses on subjects ranging from space, angels and destiny to time, science and meaning in life. According to scientists / The world’s made of string / That buzzes and fuzzes / Or some such strange thing / It’s also a donut / That curls round a hole / With middles and riddles / Just like a fish bowl / And there’s no mistaking / It’s more than 3-D / With twenty or plenty / Dimensions unseen / Still others insist / It’s really a bubble / That’s popping and bopping / Through the lenses of Hubble. Buy the paper book / Buy the e-book.

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Wheel of Fate

We set the wheel of fate in motion
But cannot know the way it turns
We make the spark that lights a fire
But cannot know just how it burns

We are not masters of the weather
We are but sailors on the sea
We are not birds upon the feather
We are but hikers on the scree

We cast our gaze to the horizon
But never reach the shiny edge
We place each step upon the mountain
But never reach the rocky ledge

We are not pieces on a chess board
We are the player and the game
We are not someone else’s picture
We are the painter – and life’s our frame.

Wayne Visser © 2010

Book

String, Donuts, Bubbles and Me: Favourite Philosophical Poems

This creative collection, now in its 3rd edition, brings together philosophical poems by Wayne Visser. In this anthology, he muses on subjects ranging from space, angels and destiny to time, science and meaning in life. According to scientists / The world’s made of string / That buzzes and fuzzes / Or some such strange thing / It’s also a donut / That curls round a hole / With middles and riddles / Just like a fish bowl / And there’s no mistaking / It’s more than 3-D / With twenty or plenty / Dimensions unseen / Still others insist / It’s really a bubble / That’s popping and bopping / Through the lenses of Hubble. Buy the paper book / Buy the e-book.

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Like Children

Like children in a play-pen,
On and on we play,
Telling our stories,
Swapping our jig-saw pieces,
Building and breaking our pictures,
‘Til slowly, slowly,
Something beautiful begins to emerge,
Something whole,
Something …

Wayne Visser © 1992

Book

String, Donuts, Bubbles and Me: Favourite Philosophical Poems

This creative collection, now in its 3rd edition, brings together philosophical poems by Wayne Visser. In this anthology, he muses on subjects ranging from space, angels and destiny to time, science and meaning in life. According to scientists / The world’s made of string / That buzzes and fuzzes / Or some such strange thing / It’s also a donut / That curls round a hole / With middles and riddles / Just like a fish bowl / And there’s no mistaking / It’s more than 3-D / With twenty or plenty / Dimensions unseen / Still others insist / It’s really a bubble / That’s popping and bopping / Through the lenses of Hubble. Buy the paper book / Buy the e-book.

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All the Clocks

All the clocks are running down
All our temples turn to dust
All the seasons wheel around
Say what you will, do what you must

The snowy peaks are set to thaw
Our high ideals will melt and drip
The streams become a waterfall
Erode our empires, bit by bit

All the clocks are running down
All our bridges turn to rust
All that’s lost will yet be found
Lay down your bets on gods you trust

The battle’s reached the castle wall
Our grand defence will never last
The pride of kings begets their fall
Our future echoes from the past

All the clocks are running down
All our dreams a bitter pill
All the cities sink and drown
Say what you must, do what you will

The ocean listens as we call
Our yearning drifts upon the tide
The planet wraps us in a ball
Our beauty soothes the fears we hide

All the clocks are running down
All our days are meant to thrill
All the fruits lie on the ground
So pick them up, enjoy your fill

The forest trees are growing tall
Our spirit reaches for the skies
The flowers bloom throughout it all
Our hope still blossoms on the rise

All the clocks are running down
All our rain and sun above
All the roads are nowhere bound
It matters not, if we have love

Wayne Visser © 2011

Book

String, Donuts, Bubbles and Me: Favourite Philosophical Poems

This creative collection, now in its 3rd edition, brings together philosophical poems by Wayne Visser. In this anthology, he muses on subjects ranging from space, angels and destiny to time, science and meaning in life. According to scientists / The world’s made of string / That buzzes and fuzzes / Or some such strange thing / It’s also a donut / That curls round a hole / With middles and riddles / Just like a fish bowl / And there’s no mistaking / It’s more than 3-D / With twenty or plenty / Dimensions unseen / Still others insist / It’s really a bubble / That’s popping and bopping / Through the lenses of Hubble. Buy the paper book / Buy the e-book.

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Quest Divine

A word, a phrase … I catch my breath
Something stirs within my depth
Dancing flames to raging fire
All consuming soul desire

A glimpse, a hint … my destination
Glowing embers, inspiration
Onward inward, still in mind
So much to do, so much to find

Now reflect … seems out of reach
How am I this gap to breach?
Yet try I must, no price too fine
My holy grail, this quest divine

Wayne Visser © 1989

Book

String, Donuts, Bubbles and Me: Favourite Philosophical Poems

This creative collection, now in its 3rd edition, brings together philosophical poems by Wayne Visser. In this anthology, he muses on subjects ranging from space, angels and destiny to time, science and meaning in life. According to scientists / The world’s made of string / That buzzes and fuzzes / Or some such strange thing / It’s also a donut / That curls round a hole / With middles and riddles / Just like a fish bowl / And there’s no mistaking / It’s more than 3-D / With twenty or plenty / Dimensions unseen / Still others insist / It’s really a bubble / That’s popping and bopping / Through the lenses of Hubble. Buy the paper book / Buy the e-book.

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What Dreams May Come

What dreams may come
What cosmos reflected
What masks may change
What seasons collected

We dance our love
We follow our vector
We flit our days
We gather our nectar

What dreams may come
What enchanted childness
What far horizon
What enraptured wildness

We roam our plains
We take our life chances
We fix our gaze
We make our bold stances

What dreams may come
What earth-rooted treasures
What friends we make
What sky-varied pleasures

We find our pond
We quench our deep longing
We weave our spell
We let our bright song sing

Wayne Visser © 2011

Book

String, Donuts, Bubbles and Me: Favourite Philosophical Poems

This creative collection, now in its 3rd edition, brings together philosophical poems by Wayne Visser. In this anthology, he muses on subjects ranging from space, angels and destiny to time, science and meaning in life. According to scientists / The world’s made of string / That buzzes and fuzzes / Or some such strange thing / It’s also a donut / That curls round a hole / With middles and riddles / Just like a fish bowl / And there’s no mistaking / It’s more than 3-D / With twenty or plenty / Dimensions unseen / Still others insist / It’s really a bubble / That’s popping and bopping / Through the lenses of Hubble. Buy the paper book / Buy the e-book.

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Un-Doing

I know I can and yet I don’t
I know I will and still I won’t
It’s in my hand, beyond my grasp
The future speaks of what is past
I know the when, the why and how
But what becomes of here and now?

Wayne Visser © 1988

Book

String, Donuts, Bubbles and Me: Favourite Philosophical Poems

This creative collection, now in its 3rd edition, brings together philosophical poems by Wayne Visser. In this anthology, he muses on subjects ranging from space, angels and destiny to time, science and meaning in life. According to scientists / The world’s made of string / That buzzes and fuzzes / Or some such strange thing / It’s also a donut / That curls round a hole / With middles and riddles / Just like a fish bowl / And there’s no mistaking / It’s more than 3-D / With twenty or plenty / Dimensions unseen / Still others insist / It’s really a bubble / That’s popping and bopping / Through the lenses of Hubble. Buy the paper book / Buy the e-book.

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She: Light, He: Dark

In the dark, there is she
She is the light
In the light, there is he
He is the dark
Between the dark and the light
There is we
We the shade
We the place that light and dark
Has made

Night falls, she rises like a star
The dark welcomes she
Day breaks, he rises like a path
The light beckons he
Sunset, she passes
He flashes a smile
Sunrise, he passes
She blows a kiss

Then into the void, steps she
Against the voiceless silence
She cries
Amidst the heartless desert
She dies
So that others may speak
Be heard
So that others may breathe
Be free

Then into the sun, steps he
Under the glaring brightness
He sighs
Beneath the blinding whiteness
His guise
So that others may shine
Be seen
So that others may see
Be seers

She, our light, our passion flame
Sword of justice
Cleansing fire
Burning in the loveless night
He, our dark, our musing cloak
Pen of peril
Choking ash
Falling in the shameless day

Where darkness be
Let light become
And there is she
Where lightness be
Let dark befall
And there is he
She: light, he: dark
They pass, they touch
Together, they make shade
And that is how the world is made

Wayne Visser © 2012

Book

String, Donuts, Bubbles and Me: Favourite Philosophical Poems

This creative collection, now in its 3rd edition, brings together philosophical poems by Wayne Visser. In this anthology, he muses on subjects ranging from space, angels and destiny to time, science and meaning in life. According to scientists / The world’s made of string / That buzzes and fuzzes / Or some such strange thing / It’s also a donut / That curls round a hole / With middles and riddles / Just like a fish bowl / And there’s no mistaking / It’s more than 3-D / With twenty or plenty / Dimensions unseen / Still others insist / It’s really a bubble / That’s popping and bopping / Through the lenses of Hubble. Buy the paper book / Buy the e-book.

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Life’s Dream

Life’s a dream, it seems to me
In which we choose our destiny
We decide and we create
We walk the path and call it fate
And as we walk, we learn and grow
Until in time we finally know
That all is one and one is all
Here and now, forever more
If this is true, then let it be
That I wake to reality

Wayne Visser © 1988

Book

String, Donuts, Bubbles and Me: Favourite Philosophical Poems

This creative collection, now in its 3rd edition, brings together philosophical poems by Wayne Visser. In this anthology, he muses on subjects ranging from space, angels and destiny to time, science and meaning in life. According to scientists / The world’s made of string / That buzzes and fuzzes / Or some such strange thing / It’s also a donut / That curls round a hole / With middles and riddles / Just like a fish bowl / And there’s no mistaking / It’s more than 3-D / With twenty or plenty / Dimensions unseen / Still others insist / It’s really a bubble / That’s popping and bopping / Through the lenses of Hubble. Buy the paper book / Buy the e-book.

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Cracked Pavements

The pavement blocks are neatly square
Yet sometimes cracks appear
That does not mean the ground we share
Will cave in to our fear

Our life is not a spreadsheet
Nor days like numbered cells
There is no sum when hearts meet
Nor code to break love spells

The branches of a tree diverge
The roots spread deep and wide
Yet water and sunlight converge
Like beaches and the tide

Wayne Visser © 2012

Book

String, Donuts, Bubbles and Me: Favourite Philosophical Poems

This creative collection, now in its 3rd edition, brings together philosophical poems by Wayne Visser. In this anthology, he muses on subjects ranging from space, angels and destiny to time, science and meaning in life. According to scientists / The world’s made of string / That buzzes and fuzzes / Or some such strange thing / It’s also a donut / That curls round a hole / With middles and riddles / Just like a fish bowl / And there’s no mistaking / It’s more than 3-D / With twenty or plenty / Dimensions unseen / Still others insist / It’s really a bubble / That’s popping and bopping / Through the lenses of Hubble. Buy the paper book / Buy the e-book.

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