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The High Wire

Can we dismantle a fortress from within?
Can we pour new essence into old wine-skins?
At what point do our ideals become hollow and self-serving?
When we don’t sacrifice our comforts, are we deserving?

Some days I feel like an act on the circus high wire
Counter-balancing common sense actions and irrational desires
I hear the echoes from my adolescence to inspire:
“Constantly risking absurdity” and “a hundred snowy horses unconfined”

I remind myself that I must walk amidst the profanities
Of this world, but not be defined by them

I convince myself that I must honour responsibilities
Of daily life, but not be confined by them.

Wayne Visser © 1998

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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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All Seems

All seems to spin
Now I lose, now I win
Now I’m sure, now I doubt
No way in, no way out

All seems to turn
Now I feel my insides churn
I feel no peace, I find no rest
Now my worst, now my best

All seems to drift
Now so close, now a rift
Now say yes, now say no
Nowhere to turn, nowhere to go

All seems to fade
Fleeting shadows, cloak of shade
Without within, this world of dreams
Life is never what it seems.

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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Poised

The pen, poised over a virgin page
The brush, held before a ghostly stage
The story of time scratched upon an age
The portrait of form framed within a cage

Without committing
All futures are possible
Before submitting
All bridges are crossable
No mountain too steep
No canyon too deep
No target to shoot for unmissable

The diver, toe-clinging to her board
The sailor, on his boat, harbour-moored
The lancer, slow, unsheathing her sword
The merchant, slick, conjuring his hoard

Without committing
No masterpiece can exist
Without submitting
No legacy can persist
No creations are designed
No revelations untwined
No love story starts with a kiss

We straddle the dream and the real
We join up the hub and the wheel
We spark the big bang in the nothingness
We play the sleight hand of our bluffingness

Each second that we move to choice
A silent world is given voice
Each moment that we choose to act
A crazy wish becomes a fact.

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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This Is My Life

This is my life –

Like whispers in the trees
And swirling gusts of leaves
Like signal waves across the miles
And faces splashed with wistful smiles

Like flowers in the snow
And mushroom thoughts that grow
Like cosmic dust in empty space
And strangers gone without a trace

Like flotsam on the seas
And feathers on the breeze
Like scattered seeds on memory fields
And rainbow beads on battle shields

Like inkblots on the page
And birdsongs in a cage
Like reaching out into the void
And random acts of love enjoyed

– My life is this.

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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Space

Swirling with stars and galaxies
Pulsing with planets and nebulae
Asking questions without answers
Chasing beginnings without end
Echoing the distant song of creation

Sacred stories of our birth
Prophets’ warnings of our death
Ancient myths of the heavens
Chartered maps of the skies
Eternally we quest for our place

Scattered light in the darkness
Puny warmth in the deep cold
Above and beyond yet also within
Calling us to stretch and explore
Explaining everything and nothing

Spawning the fiction of science
Playing with the props of matter
Acting on the stage of time
Casting the gods of destiny
Encore! for the cosmic drama

Sparkling with secrets and fantasies
Pregnant with the possibilities of life
Always there, yet never quite in reach
Creation swirls with order and chaos
Expressing our resonant inner worlds.

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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Names

Names are tangled pathways to meaning
And secret tunnels to hidden treasure
Names are skeleton keys to sacred symbols
And enigmatic codes to scrambled messages

Names connect together
And affirm uniqueness
Names resonate with power
And quiver with subtlety
Names build bridges
And break down walls

Names are echoing voices of the past
And shimmering visions of the future
Names are the silky touch of the now
And the delicate breath of all eternity.

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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Invisible

I am invisible, hidden, unseen
No one knows where I am, or where I’ve been
These moments pass by, alone, unshared
Nobody was there, nobody that cared

The fire of sunset, the swirl of cloudscapes
The swan on the river – the ripples it makes
The dance of lightening, the song of thunder
Alone I wander, alone I wonder

All this great beauty, the pain deep inside
With no one to tell, it’s easy to hide
This they call freedom, living the dream
I am invisible, phantom, unseen

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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Heaven

Where is heaven?
Is it some place far
Or is it close
To where we are?

Religion cast
A seductive spell –
Go to heaven
Or straight to hell

But is heaven
A place in the sky
Or a fledgling soul
Learning to fly?

Heaven can be
A place on this earth
And so can hell
If we give it birth

Could heaven be
A state of mind
A way of being
For us all to find?

It is our right
To question why
But if we’re wrong
I guess we’ll fry

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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Wrapped in Words

wrapped in words
and tied with rhyme
yet throughout space
not bound by time
enigmas fly

arched in rays
fade-marked with bows
resplendent land
in darkness glows
casts shadows on
archaic hope

masked in myth
encoded spells
reveal the quest –
lost legends live
in magic shells
narratives weave

– linked in light

twinned in tone
and making whole
opposites swirl

veiled in voice
in thought and deed
so hidden names
survive in seed
eternal words
recreate life

(acrostic poem)

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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Angels

I believe in angels
But I don’t think they have wings
I know that they are near
By the way my spirit sings

I believe in angels
But I doubt that they have halos
I know that they are wise
By the way their caring shows

I believe in angels
But I do not hear their hymns
I know that they are true
By the joy their presence brings

I believe in angels
But without the flowing robes
I know that they are here
By the light which shines and grows

I believe in angels
But not from realms of heaven
I know that they are close
By the loving that is leaven

I believe in angels
Some walk right by our side
Some dwell in planes unseen
And serve as spirit guides

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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