MICHAEL WALSH is considered by many to be the world’s foremost living poet. Shunned by both publishers and corporate media for his politically incorrect writing, the Irish but Liverpool born dissident poet has received tributes from artists of theatre and opera, Church and political figures, playrights and the literati.

Nearly half of the award-winning lyricist’s 1,000 plus poems are in the 12 so far published illustrated collections available on Amazon Kindle and many are popular on social media.

A multi-topic lyricist, the bard’s poetry, whilst primarily romantic, covers also wanderlust, life, pathos, the spiritual Irish and Latvian theme, and his fervently anti-War sentiments set out in verse.

A prolific writer, Michael Walsh pens much of his verse long after the midnight hour has struck and well before the crack o’ dawn cleaves the distant horizon. Much of his poetry is inspirational. It is not unknown for the bard to pause whilst dining and to then scribble down an award-winning poem.

The verse of Michael Walsh is on YouTube and has so far attracted a wider approval rating than have many celebrities promoted by media. The six YouTube Michael Walsh poetry videos have gained an incredible total of 33,357 views.

Michael says, ‘This achievement that no other poet in the world can hope to equal is a tribute to my worldwide fan base. I leave my fans to talk about me; they talk louder and longer than do periodicals.’

Today, November 26th, 2021, Michael was inspired not for the first time to pour his scorn on warmongers and their media cheerleaders, the media. We think it is typical of his empathy with people of all ethnic groups and nationalities regardless of frontiers.

MY WISH THAT RIVERS BACK WOULD FLOW


Where you stood is as it was,

So many years ago,

Nothing changed but you have gone,

And time goes dreadful slow.

Now I stand on hallowed earth,

And wished return again,

What was once and is no more,

That I might live again.

 

Where we stood, I stand alone

To dream of what things were,

Before dull passage of the clock,

Moved on and stripped all bare,

I stand and dream at sacred place

Of neither sorrow nor disgrace,

Forgive me, time my only foe,

My wish that rivers back would flow.

 

Michael Walsh for A.H.

November 26, 2021

 

I STARED INTO THE EMBERS


I stared into the embers of my slowly dying fire,

That I might read the language of the flames,

Akin to sun that gives us life,

And mindful of the names,

Of men whose fire will give us thought,

Remind us that there’s never nought,

As consequence of what we do,

When ash spreads on our grave.

 

The embers die as die we must,

Fire to flames and men to dust,

And those whose tongue that once were flames,

Are passing embers, learn their names.

That fires in hearts will kindle new,

Flames to light the sturdy few,

Inspire and lead to higher realm,

Eternal fire our foes pursue.

 
Michael Walsh for Race-Nationalism

November 26, 2021