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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

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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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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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Presence

Presence within me
I’m a seeker of your face
But as I turn my eyes inward
My thoughts and mind just seem to race

Still my mind, help me to focus
Still my mind, set me free
From the whirlwind that’s inside of me
Oh, hear me, Presence within.

Wayne Visser © 1990

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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Ever?

Ever been amidst a crowd
And felt you were alone?
Or sensed somehow you were a stranger
Trying to get home?

Ever seemed you were an actor
Live upon the stage?
That all of life was but a drama
Words upon a page?

Ever stood aside yourself
And somehow had to smile?
For the one you were and the one you saw
Were strangers for a while?

Ever had the strangest feeling
Life was but a dream?
That any moment you would wake
To a wider reality?

If ever you have and thought it strange
Think it strange no more
Truth doth oft’ disguise itself
In the hope that we’ll explore.

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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Awake

The darkness comes, I close my eyes
Unknown void before me lies
Slowly it will crystallise
And take upon a dream disguise
Live the dream for soon it dies
Now awake, now open eyes
Awake once more and realise
Life’s a dream, before we rise.

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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Wheel of Life

Wheel of life ever turning
Onward inward listening learning
Slowly quickly even pace
Backwards forwards face to face
Building up breaking down
Constant motion round and round
Circles cycles ebbs and flows
Ups and downs highs and lows
Beginnings endings old and new
Stop and think reflect review
Wheel of life ever turning
Onward inward listening learning.

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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Invocation

May you always
Walk on the path of wisdom
Pluck the flower of healing
Dwell in the forest of meditation
And fly on the wings of love

For wisdom comes from walking
Healing is the blossoming of spirit
Meditation is unity with creation
And love cannot help but soar.

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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