Liverpool born poet and writer Michael Walsh traces his Liverpool roots back to 1865. This was the year his Irish great-grandmother arrived in the Second City of Empire. His parents were born at the turn of what was to become the most tumultuous century in history. Michael's father, Patrick, fought in three major conflicts before reaching his fortieth birthday. His mother, Kathleen, was a former nun turned gun-running renegade.
On leaving school at 15 years of age, Michael spent 12 weeks at the Merchant Navy School for Sailors in Sharpness, Gloucestershire. During his years at sea, he was to visit and work in over 60 countries.
The journalist and broadcaster since provided articles and columns for numerous magazines and international news media. In 2011 he was awarded Writer of the Year by the publishers of Euro Weekly News, Europe's highest-circulation newspaper of its kind. He has authored, edited and ghosted over 70 book titles.
WHERE THE SKYLARKS SING . The summer breezes balmy, Brought cotton clouds to rest, They drifted aimless, some were caught, Upon the mountain crest, The maid was plucking flowers, Her shoulder turned aside, To hide the blush upon her cheek, Was it a flush of pride? That I […]
Today’s (October 17) Supermoon is the time when lunar energy reaches its peak. The Moon is full, closer and brighter than ever, pouring magical light into the world, and awakening hidden forces and energy within us. Every woman is a source of strength, but it is felt especially […]
Poor is he who has not been in the shadow of a warrior. Poor is he who has not loved the flag of his bloodline. Poor is he who cannot remember the sacrifice of his ancestors. Poor is he who thinks his theory can replace his blood. Poor […]
Those who make peaceful revolution impossible will make violent revolution inevitable.’ – President John F. Kennedy
Ernest Hemingway, the war correspondent during Spain’s civil war, had a message for today’s politicians: ‘No one man nor group of men incapable of fighting, or exempt from fighting, should in any way be given the power, no matter how gradually it is given them, to put this […]
The Dead Who Died For Ireland.The dead who died for Ireland!Oh, these are living wordsTo nerve the hearts of patriots—To steel avenging swords—They thrill the soul when spoken,and lowly bend the headWith reverence for the memoriesof all our martyred dead..The dead who died for Ireland—The noble ones—the best,Who […]
Card payments at shop cashpoints mean the banks and the government know what you are buying. It does more than that as it indicates your real unmonitored wealth. Cash is freedom and protects against a surveillance state, say German politicians warning against left-wing interior minister’s new war on […]
At the time when the Soviet Union was interfering in South Africa’s domestic affairs, a joke poked fun at politicians’ buck-wagon expressions. Speaking to a gathering crowd of African villagers in tedious political cliché a visiting uniformed Soviet Commissar earned constant applause. The uniformed Soviet functionary told the […]
I asked a friend who is heading towards his eightieth birthday what sort of changes he is feeling in himself? He sent me the following: 1. After loving my parents, my siblings, my spouse, my children and my friends, I have now started loving myself. 2. I have […]
‘I know that I have less to live than I have lived. And, I feel like a child who was given a box of chocolates. He enjoys eating it, and when he sees not much left, he starts to eat them with a special taste.
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