THE STRANGER WITHIN MY GATE . The stranger within my gate, He may be true or kind, But he does not talk my talk, I cannot feel his mind. I see the face and the eyes and the mouth, But not the soul behind. . The stranger within […]
. I think I just fell over, son, I really can’t be sure; Perhaps I just lay down awhile, I think it is the floor. Oh, I wish that I were younger, Less tired and bemused; Why do I, son, fall over? And why am I confused? . […]
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 a minute apart is the longest one. . Fill it to its very brim to symbolize, […]
EUROPE FREE PRESS: MICHAEL WALSH is an award-winning writer and historian. He has earned a worldwide reputation after publishing over 70 books. Many of his titles have been removed by major online book publishers. Their topics are deemed politically incorrect. Examples include publishers such as Amazon. The Irish […]
The Oldest Love Letter by Michael Walsh is a poignant reflection on enduring love, memory, and nostalgia. It captures the emotional depth of revisiting a past romance through the act of writing a timeless letter.
WHITE SLAVES OF EUROPE . We’re not so very different, From what was long ago, The harvest then the people, Our own the cruellest foe, They shipped us off to colonies, Indentured, exiled, slaves, Their gulag and plantations, They worked us to our graves. . Nothing much has […]
TOMMY’S KARMA . Tommy reneged on his friends in the Reich But my, what a price he has paid, Fooled into thinking his saviours were foes, Now he lies on the bed he has made. . His offspring are brainwashed, They welcome as friends, Invaders who covet his […]
ALZHEIMER’S . I think I just fell over, son, I really can’t be sure; Perhaps I just lay down awhile, I think it is the floor. Oh, I wish that I was younger, Less tired and bemused; Why do I, son, fall over? And why am I confused? […]
THE FIRING SQUAD . Lost in time, his mother’s words, When but an arms-held boy, Remembered sweet the lullabies, That brought the infant joy. . The years of boyhood, river stream, Wherever youth will pause and dream, To breathe their true love’s sonnet, verse, When posies fall from […]
TO MY BROTHER KILLED IN BATTLE . Are you a peach tree or a beech tree? A birch grove, a little ivy leaf? I am looking for you, my brother, and I am looking For the thing into which God has changed you. . Is your soul bound […]
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