The Ghost Who Shares the Prow
So, what can ail the men who sail,
On the endless oceans free?
Who wish no more than to stand their watch,
As they peer at the endless sea?
Mike
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.
A Nation without Church Spires
Russia is building new churches at an extraordinary rate. In Moscow alone it is expected that 200 new churches will soon bring Christians and God closer together.
How to Fuck the System
Drop out: Screw the system for every cent is has. After all, the state cannot create money. Only the workers can do that. It is YOUR money. All the state does is (badly) manage your money. If you don’t screw the system then you are a willing slave. Don’t complain.
ALL THAT GLITTERS IS NOT GOLD
Would anyone be inspired to write books, compose music, or paint pictures if there was no one to enjoy them?
MA VOURNEEN
When time and distance separate us, Then you will find the spirit of our togetherness, In a glass of wine. My darling, Make it a long-stemmed glass, To remind you that even the minute apart is the longest one. Fill it to its very brim to symbolize, The […]
The Dovetails Hotel Romantic Comedy
The entertaining and engaging interludes are accompanied by risqué humour and naughty incidents. A reader writes, ‘I thoroughly enjoyed it. I am feeling rather warm.’
THE FORGOTTEN LAND
I seem to recall there was no inflation between Queen Victoria’s ascendancy to the throne in 1819 and the near end of her reign in 1901. Imagine, what you pay for goods is the same as what your great-grandma paid. In my lifetime I recall being paid £9.12.6 […]
AND SO I REST MY OARS
It is difficult to imagine anyone more respectful of the female gender than I am. As a matter of fact, my mother was a woman as were roughly half my family. Vera, my first girlfriend was female: Come to think of it all who followed her footsteps were […]
A Night Spent in Paradise
The evocative soul-searing romance of Latin America was enduring. By chance whilst relaxing in a cantina I had made eye contact with a stunning senorita. The watering hole’s ambience was so Spanish the saloon looked like a movie set. Soon after the preliminaries, we amorous pair disappeared up […]
I HATE THIS AGE ~ VIDEO
Alain Delon, born 1935 (died 2024) was one of the great cinema stars of the 20th century. Irresistibly good looking the French thespian wasn’t born with a silver spoon in his mouth. The movie star was just 4-years old when his Parisian parents divorced after which there was […]
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