I Want To Be A Writer (poem)

I WANT TO BE A WRITER

By Wayne Visser

‘I want to be a writer, Mom

Is there a secret trick?’

‘The trick, my girl, is just to write

To write through thin and thick.’

‘But what if I get writer’s block

What if the page stays empty?’

‘Then write about what’s in your head

You’ll find that there is plenty’

‘But what if it’s not good enough

And rambles like a letter?’

‘What’s good is in the reader’s eye

Besides, you’ll just get better’

‘I want to be a writer, Mom

But my friends might not agree’

 ‘When you wake up and want to write

A writer you will be’

Copyright 2011

Monet's Dream (poem)

Another Villanelle, inspired while walking in the nearby Hampstead Heath in Autumn (Fall).

MONET’S DREAM

By Wayne Visser

The leaves are falling to the ground

I caught one as it fell today

And Monet’s dream lay all around

I watched it fall without a sound

The green of summer’s gone away

As leaves are falling to the ground

My hands were outstretched, heaven-bound

The leaf was dancing, swish and sway

While Monet’s dream lay all around

It fell with grace, I was spellbound

As if the earth had bowed to pray

And leaves were falling to the ground

It landed soft, my hands closed round

As if I’d caught a golden ray

While Monet’s dream lay all around

Inside me, something lost was found

It touched me more than words can say

While leaves were falling to the ground

And Monet’s dream lay all around

Copyright 2011

What Dreams May Come (poem)

WHAT DREAMS MAY COME

By Wayne Visser

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

Copyright 2011

Villanelle for Justice (poem)

VILLANELLE FOR JUSTICE

By Wayne Visser

She rages against the fading of light,

Making the world less bitter, less dark:

Her moonlit passion shines out in the night.

When shadows are growing to ominous height;

When justice corrodes and leaves acid marks:

She rages against the fading of light.

Each time that she finds a victim in plight,

She’s looks for a flash of luminous arc:

Her moonlit passion shines out in the night.

When tyrants defend their merciless right;

When gaps still get wider, contrasts more stark:

She rages against the fading of light.

In stormy dark seas where money is might,

Where bankers and landlords feed like a shark:

Her moonlit passion shines out in the night.

Her fire gives me wings, her love gives me flight,

And helps me to face my fears of the dark:

She rages against the fading of light,

Her moonlit passion shines out in the night.

Copyright 2011

Bee-lieve (new poem)

BEE-LIEVE

By Wayne Visser

As you nurture new buds and fresh shoots

Don’t let cruel words strangle each blossom

Rather pluck them right out by their roots

And be happy to tangle and toss ‘em

Yes, just leave them behind

(They’re like weeds in your mind)

And believe in yourself –

Bee-lieve.

What the buzz are they bumbling about?

What the fuzz are they mumbling about?

They’re just grumbling and fumbling

And stumbling about;

Their thoughts have no power

Their words have no clout

So believe in yourself –

No doubt.

As you stretch out your wings wide and roam

Through new days that are dark or are sunny

You’re expanding the reach of your home

And besides that, you’re making sweet honey

Yes, I think you will find

You’re the best of your kind

So believe in yourself –

Bee-lieve.

What the chit are they chattering about?

What the flit are they nattering about?

They’re just clattering and battering

And scattering about;

Their looks have no poison

Their deeds turn about

So believe in yourself –

No doubt.

As you fly by from flowers to trees

And you feel that the strain may be showing

Just remember, you’re surfing the breeze

There’s no telling the places you’re going

You’re the dance of new rhymes

You’re the song of our times

So believe in yourself –

Bee-lieve.

Copyright 2011 

Seize the Day: Favourite Inspirational Poems (my new book)

I'm delighted to announce that my new book of poems is out on Kindle (download the free app to read on PC/any device). Here's the blurb ...

SEIZE THE DAY: FAVOURITE INSPIRATIONAL POEMS

This unique collection brings together inspirational poems by South African poet and writer, Wayne Visser. The anthology includes many old favourites like "Poets Must Be" and "Horrendus Camena", as well as brand new poems like "The Writer" and "Seize the Day":

Sages through the ages wisely say:

Carpe Diem – seize the dawning day!

Oh, would that I could assuage that thirst

But the day conspires to seize me first!

Buy it now for little more than the price of a cup of coffee at:

http://www.amazon.co.uk/Seize-Day-Favourite-Inspirational-ebook/dp/B0060LLHUA/ref=sr_1_4?s=digital-text&ie=UTF8&qid=1320266601&sr=1-4