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Sometimes

Sometimes, we can only sigh
To express the way we feel
When our inner well is dry
And our wounds refuse to heal

Sometimes, we can only cry
To release the pain we hold
When our spirit starts to die
And we’re left out in the cold

Sometimes, we can only scream
To unleash the rage inside
When our demons kill our dreams
And there’s nowhere left to hide

Sometimes, we can only swear
To relieve the pent up stress
When our heart is full of despair
And our mind is all a mess

Sometimes, we can only breathe
To endure the choke of sadness
When our body aches to grieve
And our memories bring madness

Sometimes, we can only pray
To receive the strength we need
When our feet are shod with clay
And survival’s our only creed.

Wayne Visser © 2004

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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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An Extra Ordinary Day

What would an ordinary day be like
If it was an extra ordinary day?
If at the very end of my life
I was given just one more sunrise and sunset
How would I spend that day?

Would I rush around like a man possessed
Grasping frantically at all those dreams
That were always on the horizon
But for lack of passion and daring
Never caught the tide and made it to shore?

Would I plan every precious marching minute
Trying desperately to fill in those gaps
That forever loomed like shadows
Cast by towering expectations and fears
Blocking the light of what might have been?

What if some wish-granting genie
Conjured another day with a lost love?
If we were united once more
For a single revolution of the earth
How would I share that day?

Would I make a long nostalgic list
Ticking faithfully through those favourite things
That never failed to make us smile
And returning to all those special places
Where we’d loved most deeply?

Would I write a poem of gushing words
Struggling vainly to say those important things
That got lost in the flood of feelings
And drowned in the eddies of pride
When we were together believing in forever?

How would I use another chance to grow
In the presence of my spiritual mentor?
If the teacher appeared once more
For a final round of esoteric lessons
How would I learn that day?

Would my mind be hungry with questions
Nibbling impatiently at life’s succulent mysteries
That tease my appetite like an enigmatic riddle
And tangle my mind in a frustrating maze
Of endless dead-ends and unpredictable turns?

Would I be an empty echoing vessel
Naively expecting to be filled with fermenting answers
That would intoxicate my mundane world
And open the sealed vats of my consciousness
To startling new perceptions of alternate reality?

What would an ordinary day be like
If it was an extra ordinary day?
I can only hope that I would not squander
Such a sublime gift of time
In any of those ways I have imagined possible

Rather I would wish for that day to be ordinary
Unchanged in every way except this:
That I would be more aware more awake more alive
With all my senses fully engaged
In every delicious moment of that extra ordinary day.

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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Private Lives

Today
My world is bright
I am celebrating long years of togetherness
In love

As I walk to the florist
My head is full
I am thinking warm thoughts of romance
In red

Just then
A funeral procession drives by
They are mourning a lifetime of loving
In black

With flowers they try
To beautify the ugliness of death
And recall a life that once blossomed then withered
In vain

Today
I am smiling while others are crying
I am in love while others are lonely
I am safe while others are threatened
I am content while others are hungry
I am living while others are dying

Tomorrow
Fortune’s smile may turn to frown on my life
Black clouds may drift across the sun of my world
Love’s bouquet may be exchanged for a wreath of sorrow

Tomorrow
I may have reason to cry
If I am suddenly alone, frightened and hungry
If love turns its back and hope deserts me
Then I too may wish for all the world
To die

This is life
And what can we do but live it
Grounded in where we are
Conscious of when we are
Truthful to who we are
Searching for why we are

For the world
Is never one place at any one time
And though we may share
Common experiences with many
Precious intimacy with some
Still we live private lives
Inside and out.

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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To Live Is To Have Tried

For some the load is heavy
Others’ tread is light
But in the end we are alone
Each facing our own plight

No matter if mud clogs our feet
Or we soar across the sky
It does not help to question
The timeless reasons why

For some the wheel of karma
Others plot the stars
But none provide immunity
From bruises, cuts and scars

No matter what the obstacles
The maze of test and trial
Coping is the grit of life
And we can choose to smile

For some the way is shrouded
Others’ path is clear
But each must step ahead in faith
And cling to hope, not fear

No matter that it’s hard sometimes
With others by our side
What matters more is that we know
To live is to have tried.

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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New Beginnings

Thank God for new beginnings
Forgiveness for past sinnings
The nightly balm of forgetting
On tender wounds of regretting
The daily reprieve of sunrise
From the dark shadows of reprise
Thank God for rejuvenation
The merciful rebirth of creation.

Wayne Visser © 2003

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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Wish Upon a Star

One day I’ll wish upon a star
And see you shining from afar
Gazing down from that high place
Winking with your twinkling face

I’ll see your smile upon the sea
Reflecting on the moonlit beach
Dancing in the playful waves
Playing silly dolphins’ games

And when the sun is setting low
I’ll feel inside a soft warm glow
It is your love deep in my heart
Reminding me we’ll never part

And when the sun is rising new
I’ll see its rays and know it’s true:
That night’s not death, for every morn
The light shines bright, and life’s reborn.

Wayne Visser © 2003

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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Caravan of Hope

They have no home
Other than the endless road
They know no life
Other than the restless journey
They have no friends
Other than the nomadic clan
They know no trade
Other than the merchants’ way

Pre-dawn sees them strung out
Across the urban desert
Gathering disparate goods
For use and barter and sale
Blending effortlessly into their surroundings
Their passing goes unnoticed
Except by alert street guards
Who bark their respectful acknowledgement

These are the masters of survival
Living off the land
These are the teachers of solidarity
Sticking by their kin
These are the genii of commerce
Finding value in everything
These are the scholars of philosophy
Knowing life’s worth

Oh, caravan of hope
May you discover oases
On your parched trail
May you reap rich rewards
From your creative enterprise
And may you one day lay aside
Your weary trolley load
And wonder no more
About the life of the unwanted
Wanderer.

Wayne Visser © 2002

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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Infusion

In Memoriam: Bob Steyn

You infuse my mind –
With poignant truths
And reminders of harsh reality

You infuse my imagination –
With luring myths
And shadows of lives inspired

You infuse my heart –
With wrenching ache
And afterglow of “love and blessings”

You infuse my body –
With subtle inflections
And sense experiences relived

You infuse my vision –
With impish looks
And silver surfer’s hair untamed

You infuse my breath –
With smoky scent
And soothing rhythm of conspiracy

You infuse my hearing –
With tinkling laughter
And sighs of too many burdens carried

You infuse my speech –
With turn of phrase
And attentive frown-mirrored listening

You infuse my writing –
With calligraphic care
And sacrifices of honest expression

You infuse my preaching –
With oversoul presence
And whispering echoes of inspiration

You infuse my emotion –
With jagged sadness
And thrilling precipices of glad expectation

Wayne Visser © 2001

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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Spellbound

Countless clocks count down …
Trapped in a time tied Hall of Mirrors,
We synchronise our beliefs
And accept the reality reflected

That a pointless point in time
On a superficial scale of history
Marks a new millennium
For all the people of the planet

Yet not so for the African Animist
The Judaist, or the Muslim
Neither followers of Confucius
The Buddha or Lao Tzu

Only those in religions self-absorbed –
Christian? Conservative? Corporate?
Only their narrow minds
By 2000 are spellbound.

Wayne Visser © 1999

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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Y2K

The lure of nought, of nothing, of null –
To turn doomsayers’ superstitions into self-fulfilling prophecies
To give fuel to fear and ego a bolder voice
To wage our wasteful wars on tiny turfs
To lose our self in the void

The power of circle, of cycle, of whole –
To mark endings in transition to new beginnings
To give life to hope and love another chance
To paint our dreams on a larger canvas
To find our place in eternity.

Wayne Visser © 1999

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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