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Lived Life True

What wise words can I give to you young one
As your precious life is scarcely begun?
Most of life’s maxims you’ll learn as you go
But still there are things I think you should know:

You’ll love and be loved and so you will thrive
You’ll hurt and be hurt and still you’ll survive
You’ll find and be found along your own track
You’ll lose and be lost and make your way back

You’ll look for answers and live your questions
You’ll search for reasons and find your lessons
You’ll cling to beliefs and learn to let go
You’ll strive for freedom and reap what you sow

You’ll have your hardships and fair share of pain
You’ll earn your triumphs and squander your gain
You’ll be downhearted and inspired to heights
You’ll walk on the earth and dream of great flights

These few words of mine may not be all wise
But still they may help sort the truth from lies
So when you look back and your days are through
You’ll have no regrets for you lived life true.

Wayne Visser © 2006

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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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Friends

My life’s encircled by my friends
A cherished ring that never ends

Some I’ve loved and others died
Some I’ve hurt and others lied
Some I’d take back if I could
Some I know are lost for good

It’s friends that help me make it through
Those times I’m feeling sad and blue
And friends who share my happiness
When life’s all joy and sunshine bliss

Many I have left behind
Many more I’ve still to find
Each one makes a choice to stay
Or they choose to walk away

It’s friends that leave their special mark
Like candles burning in the dark
And friends who when we are apart
Are flames that burn within my heart

Some are old and ever dear
Some are far yet always near
Some are memories of the past
Some I hope will always last

The wheel of life never ends
And at its hub are my dear friends.

Wayne Visser © 2006

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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Sleepless Nights

For tortured days and sleepless nights
For darkened ways and faded lights
For bitter thoughts and acid rage
For words of blood scrawled on the page
For snuffing out the will to work
For demons that forever lurk
For all these things, I must be frank:
It’s you and you alone I thank.

Wayne Visser © 2005

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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Deep Thoughts

Deep thoughts and shallow fears
Begin with frowns and end in tears
Crushed hopes and shattered dreams
Destroy our faith in destinies

Deep thoughts and shallow needs
Souls that ache and hearts that bleed
Failed flight and poisoned past
Break promises meant to last

Deep thoughts and shallow rhymes
Recall the joy of magic times
Freedom’s gain is truth’s cost
But what is found if love is lost?

Wayne Visser © 2005

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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Vortex

Spinning tops and turning wheels
Twirling dance and rhythmic reels
Churning waves and moon-spun tides
Whirling pools and dizzy rides

Rotor blades and tumble planes
Tempest moods and hurricanes
Magnet fields and milkshakes whirred
Spiral worlds and coffee stirred

Twisting rope and sunken wells
Cycle lives and woven spells
Swirling clouds and circle flight
Vortex love and spirits light.

Wayne Visser © 2005

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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T*B*L*F

Truth is the bedrock on which to build
Beauty is the shape of artful stone
Love is the roof of shimmering gild
Freedom is the choice to make a home.

Wayne Visser © 2005

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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Bridges

A bridge across time
Through music and rhyme
Crossing the wires
With flickered desires

A bridge across oceans
To mix magic potions
Seeing new sights
With sensual flights

A bridge across space
Where fantasies chase
Living our dreams
With nocturnal streams

A bridge across rivers
Where memory quivers
Recalling romance
And whirling rain dance

A bridge across forever
Held up by a feather
Joining our fates
As friends and soulmates.

Wayne Visser © 2005

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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Cry

Parched emotions
Cracked and dry
A silent call
A whispered reply
Rain pours down
From molten sky

Exquisite beauty
Beyond why
A way of being
Naturally high
Discovering wings
To stretch and fly

From the abyss
An echoed sigh
The wrenching pain
Of unthinkable goodbye
What to do
But break down and cry.

Wayne Visser © 2005

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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Sad Day

I never knew her
So why did it hurt to suddenly know
That she was gone?

Crushed beauty
Shattered youth
Sad day

I never met her
So why do I feel this aching space
Now she is dead?

Snuffed flame
Amputated life
Sad day

I never knew her
So why am I writing this poem
To remember her by?

Soulful eyes
Uplifting smile
Sad day.

Wayne Visser © 2005

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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Words

Words
Once spoken
Have a life of their own

Some words make history
Some are destined to change the future
Some words live forever
Some die almost as soon as they are born

As we breathe life
Into our words
Knowingly or unknowingly
We hope for the best

And yet sometimes
What we have spawned
Out of anger or pain
Is what we fear the most

For we create monsters
Who live an unnatural life
Turning dreams into nightmares
Leaving a trail of sadness

Some words cut deep
Some are the balm which can heal wounds
Some words echo truth
Some should never ever have been spoken

Words
Once spoken
Have a life of their own.

Wayne Visser © 2004

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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