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MICHAEL WALSH
The writer whose work spans two centuries
“Painting is poetry that is seen rather than felt.
Poetry is a painting that is felt rather than seen.”
~ Michael Walsh.
BIOGRAPHY
Irish author and co-writer of over 60 books Michael Walsh is an international
journalist, broadcaster, author - and poet. His collection of over 600 inspiring,
entertaining poems enjoys global acclaim.
Born into a literary family, his father, Patrick, was battlefield companion of American
war correspondent legend, Ernest Hemingway. His lifelong friendship with Sean
O‟Casey, Ireland‟s foremost playwright, endured until their mortal deaths. Michael's
mother, Kathleen, who also mentored his writing skills, was a friend of Dolores
Ibarruri, Spain's Civil War revolutionary La Pasionaria. A consummate traveler, after
visiting over 60 countries, Michael now lives in Spain. He described himself as first
and foremost a devoted pan-European.
ACKNOWLEDGMENTS
A poet does not work in isolation. The inkwell is his heart, inspiration the natural
tapestry of landscape, beautiful women, and life. I pay tribute to my wife, Nadia and
our sons Craig, Michael and Nikita. I dedicate my verse to friends who, directly or
indirectly, water my inspiration. Their continued encouragement and enthusiasm are
a driving force and source of both strength and enjoyment. They are, in a word,
family.
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TITLES BY MICHAEL WALSH
Please note: Amazon Book editions of these volumes are beautifully and sumptuously
illustrated. Each will make a fine gift. There are no repeats; the poetry content of
each collection is different. Each volume features a little over 60 delightful
compositions. The 11th in the Collection is scheduled for publication in summer
2016. The book covers are illustrated on this volume's inside back page.
POETRY
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YOU TUBE
Michael Walsh's poetry-music has been compiled by noted Italian video impresario,
Carlo Gallozzi. Such is the enchantment of these exquisite poetry-video productions
that the number of You Tube views quickly surpassed those of household name
recording stars.
The Oldest Love Letter. Poetry by Michael Walsh
The Girl I Met in May. Poetry by Michael Walsh
My Auburn Ma Vourneen. Poetry by Michael Walsh
Ma Vourneen – (My Darling). Poetry by Michael Walsh
TRIBUTES TO
THE POETRY OF MICHAEL WALSH
The poetry of Michael Walsh receives commendations from around the world. Whilst
all tributes are equal the better known contributors include Susan Lee, Women‟s
Editor, Liverpool Echo, Willy Russell (playwright Shirley Valentine, Blood
Brothers), Colin Wilkinson Bluecoat Press, Liverpool.
“The Archbishop (Liverpool) asked me to tell you how much he enjoyed the enclosed
verse.” ~ Graeme Brady, Metropolitan Cathedral of Christ the King.
“May I say well done? Your poems are brilliant and everyone who reads them will
identify with most. I enjoyed them very much.” ~ Barbara Noble, Co-founder Nobles
of Liverpool.
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“You are doing for Liverpool what Robert Service did for the Yukon ~ immortalising
it in a timeless way.” ~ Bernard C. Cooper, Guild of Master Craftsmen.
“The poems are extremely interesting and make good reading, especially in the
evening when returning from work.” ~ Robert Burns, MD. (Mr. Burns was the
originator of the Irish theme public houses).
Ken Dodd, Singer, Comedian, songwriter and actor
“I was delighted to read your poetry on Liverpool and enjoyed it immensely.” ~ Ken
Dodd, Britain‟s most loved entertainer.
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FOREWORD
“Believing that its beauty would be lost to deaf ears, I read poetry to a barbarian.
When he wept, I faulted myself for thinking him ignoble. Reading the poetry to a
patrician, he laughed at the words and I realised he was a barbarian.”
What is behind the success of Michael's verse? He smiles, “To compose verse that
people relate to. There is no greater pleasure than hearing it said, 'I never liked
poetry until I read yours.”
Michael has taken poetry away from the pretentious elite. Having rediscovered its
charm he has returned good poetry back to the people, the wellspring of his
inspiration. His verse covers every human experience and emotion from womb to
tomb. It is unique in that its sentiments are reflected by devotees of every nationality,
faith and culture. A facet of his unique poetic style is his being appreciated equally
by the wealthy, the impoverished, and the soprano to the busker.
A self-indulgent romantic, his rich assortment of verse is filled with humour, pathos,
longing, nostalgia and poignancy. His first poem, composed when 24-years old, is
as popular today. He never lost his extraordinary gift. He went on to 'write by
candlelight' verse that will ache your heart. Take each verse as you would sip from a
glass of the finest burgundy. Much of his poetry is inspired by personal experience.
Behind each poem you read is the ghostly image of the person, the place or
experience that inspired it. The poetry of Michael Walsh is the language of the soul.
- Publishing Agent.
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CONTENTS
THE EYES ARE DEAF
HE WENT WITHOUT GOODBYE
HER NAME WAS DESIRE
THE SWEEP OF HER HAIR
LOVE LIPS PROMISED KISSES
THE PASSING YEARS
WHEN WOMAN’S NAME IS SINGLE
REMORSE
HER DIARY
DAYDREAMS
I LOVE THE BONES OF YOU
THE LANES TOGETHER
PASSING TIME
IT’S THE SAME AS WHEN YOU DIE
'THERE'S NEVER DOUBT ABOUT IT'
THREE DINERS AT THE TABLE
YOU'LL NEVER MEET A POET
THE GIRL NEXT DOOR
WOMAN'S LIPS
IN THEIR HOMES OF CLAY
THE UNDELIVERED LETTER
THE ROAD THAT LEADS NOWHERE
MUST LOVE BE MORE OR LESS
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TOO BEAUTIFUL TO LOVE ME
WHAT TALES THAT THEY COULD TELL
THE MOON
TOGETHERNESS
THE SPIRITS OF THE MOUNTAIN
THE SIREN AND THE SPRITE
BEAUTY WAS HER BURDEN
AUTUMN’S BRIDE
SUNSET AND EVENING STAR
THE MIRROR IN YOUR BATHROOM
BED
THE COSSACKS
THE BUSKER
A STREET CAR NAMED DESIRE
HOW MANY WAYS TO LOVE HER
RHYTHM
FIVE MINUTES
WOMAN VEILED
THERE'S NOTHING QUITE LIKE MOONLIGHT
I WAITED HOW I WAITED
YOUR PORTRAIT AT MY BEDSIDE
BLESS THE EYES THAT CANNOT SEE
LET'S TAKE THE TRAIN TO NOWHERE
MY INHERITANCE
COLOURS OF THE MIND
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HANDS
SELF
GOLD
EVENING REVERIE
THE DECISION WASN'T EASY
THE HEART THAT CANNOT SEE
PLOUGH SHARES OR THE SHARES OF WAR
WHAT SECRETS IN THOSE ANCIENT STONES
THEY'RE ALL TOGETHER NOW
TODAY I KILLED MY BROTHER
DREAM MAKERS
HER HEART WAS BUT A CASKET
SLEEP
ETERNAL BELOVED
SHOULD I BELIEVE
WHAT IS REAL AND WHAT IS NOT
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THE EYES ARE DEAF
The eyes are deaf and cannot speak,
The eyes can only see,
But sweet recall sees further,
Their echo sees but thee,
As once you were, a dreaming youth,
The crystal ball denied,
A blameless heart is cheery as
an ever blushing bride.
The eye sees only old men,
Soundless eyes stay mute,
The branch is old and withered,
A stem of bitter fruit;
But memories recall the bough,
From which the blossom sprung,
The eyes are mute and eyes are deaf
To what you were when young.
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HE WENT WITHOUT GOODBYE
It was his final letter,
But how was she to know,
He hadn‟t said a word to her,
The evening he would go;
It‟s strange when someone dear to you,
Just leaves without a word,
No clue to where he might have gone,
You know he always cared.
Goodbyes are never easy,
Perhaps it‟s best to go,
Without a word or warning,
Like gentle breezes blow,
A zephyr‟s kiss upon your cheek,
And then the waft is gone;
They‟ll bury him tomorrow,
Of goodbyes there were none.
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THE SWEEP OF HER HAIR
She swept back her hair,
From her brow and her face,
Like she draws back the curtains at dawn,
The light of her eyes,
Swore no more goodbyes,
Her heart cried there‟s nothing to mourn.
With a riffle of wrist,
She flicked her locks back,
Till her face was so lovely revealed
For there‟s love in the air,
When her soul is laid bare,
And her lips, oh those lips are unsealed.
When she drew back her hair,
As curtains at morn‟,
The light of her ring met the day,
Then I knew from her face,
Thus had ended the chase,
As she parted her tresses away.
As I light touched her braid,
I gazed at my maid,
Till I drowned in a maelstrom of sighs,
I will love her so much
She will hear my soft touch,
She will hear from the depths of her eyes.
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LOVE LIPS PROMISED KISSES
Her lips promised kisses,
That lasted a week,
Her breathing as sweet as mulled wine,
Upon her raised bosom,
Her bodice unlaced,
I wished that this maiden was mine.
But I am forsaken,
By fate and by chance;
Those full lips may never be mine,
Then I will imagine
The brush of her lips,
A red rose on stem of the vine.
Susan‟s lips promised kisses,
And hint of desire,
Her breathing was quick as my heart,
As her eyes fluttered gentle,
Like butterfly wings,
I wished that our lips were a part,
A part of our sharing
A table for two,
With her lips dripping red with the wine,
Then I‟ll slake my thirst,
And be total immersed,
In those lips that had toasted the vine.
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THE PASSING YEARS
When I was but an infant,
No past that I be blessed,
No future just the present,
A child at mother‟s breast,
Till I was neither boy nor man
Just someone in between
Until tomorrow‟s pastures,
Showed promise in their green.
Years passed, the boy had gone,
Yet still a callow youth,
Till fate would whisper to me,
The pain of love, of truth,
That I would be a man in prime,
A burden to myself;
Until I learned eternal truth,
That wisdom is one‟s wealth.
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WHEN WOMAN’S NAME IS SINGLE
In truth it seems I‟m single for,
There‟s not a single rose,
Upon my bedside table ~
No add-on to my clothes,
I am the unseen woman,
The skivvy at her chores,
My job is in the kitchen,
Our kids and washing floors.
But if he shows no gratitude,
She‟s thankless and unsung,
If she‟s treated solo,
Today her trap is sprung.
For she‟ll go out to dinner,
With friends who married too,
A friend whose name is Single,
Like once the man she knew.
Today she will be single,
And she‟ll be keeping mum,
He‟s married to his telly,
Or wedded to his chum,
Today he spends without his bride,
Such thankless price of free,
Whilst better men will clink the glass,
Much better men than he.
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REMORSE
You can‟t predict a gust of wind,
Or where a thought will go,
But feet will always follow where,
The heart would wish to go.
But is it wise to be seduced,
By whim or want or need,
When broken hearts may lead you to,
The place where hearts will bleed.
You can‟t predict the heart‟s caprice,
Or circumstance of time,
Life is fickle, volatile,
And rarely does it rhyme,
If compromise is yours to seek,
Take not the harder course,
For tears, my dear, will longer fall,
When tears are of remorse.
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DAYDREAMS
I think to stay awake tonight,
For daydreams are the best,
What need for night uncertainties,
When in your bed at rest;
Pandora‟s Box is opened,
When eyes are closed for sleep,
The dreams are entertaining but,
They sometimes make me weep.
Daydreams are the better course,
Imagination‟s kind,
It understands my better needs,
It trusts me then to find,
The person I would wish to be,
Occasions I inspire,
Perhaps you‟d care to join me as,
We dream what we desire.
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THE LANES TOGETHER
Let‟s go down the lane together,
Arm-in-arm as we would go,
One foot before the other,
Not fast but not too slow,
We‟ll leave the conversation to,
The souls of you and I;
And we shall pick the bluebells,
As we go strolling by.
We‟ll laugh about the lighter things,
As children tend to do;
I‟ll make you pretty ringlets,
If the wine of mountain dew,
Has blessed the rings of daisies,
Or those bluebells in your hand,
And I will give my heart to you,
As we walk hand-in-hand.
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SUNSET AND EVENING STAR
Sunset and evening star,
Infinity is set afar;
If heaven be the womb of life,
Are you yet born or other life?
The zenith of your final goal,
Your odyssey of love.
Sunset and evening star,
Embrace my life with what you are;
Eternal be your mother's womb,
From doom to birth, from birth to doom.
But still you rise when I am gone,
Not to the earth, when life is done;
My nebula, celestial home
I live forever 'neath your dome.
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THE BUSKER
Not once did he play for those who passed,
He cared not a dime for their fate;
The old man played for the tolling bell,
And the clock that never waits.
The feet passed by, the sun moved on,
What once would be was past and done,
They saw the busker, not a thought,
Whose melodies were not for naught.
He played for a wasted life misspent,
And the girl he never knew;
The clock moved on to the bitter time,
When the soul demands its due;
The melody was this man‟s lament,
A funeral march for the dreams he meant,
Each day the cortège passed him by,
And a coin on the plate was threw.
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DREAM MAKERS
Who knows tonight what dreams are mine,
They're random yet to know,
If I would wish to dream of you,
Then I must gentle go,
To greet the dawn that breaks the day,
When I can daydream hours away,
Then you will be my dream.
When I sleep I cannot choose,
What dreams would suit me best,
To lie in summer's meadow,
With my head upon your breast.
Breathe the scent of posies picked,
Only then are night dreams tricked,
My dreams are just of you.
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OTHER TITLES OF INTEREST
Michael (Walsh) is much more than a poet. Judged „Writer of the Year‟ by the Euro
Weekly News editorial panel, Michael‟s reflections on the world, the good and the
bad, are enjoyed by a readership estimated at over half a million newspaper readers.
If you enjoy Michael‟s style you are sure to find the „Fifth Column‟ newspaper
column collections equally engaging and inspirational. Toni Muldoon The Dream
Snatcher is his exclusive biographical firsthand account of Mediterranean Spain‟s
most successful fraudster.
THE BUSINESS BOOSTER
For twenty years, 1988 – 2008, Michael Walsh, who had successfully retailed, and
owned several businesses, was head-hunted by the Guild of Master Craftsmen, and
the Federation of Master Builders. Both superlative quality assurance regulatory
trade associations required a business assessment executive with the skill and
integrity to assess and mentor new business members. Over those twenty years,
Michael became something of a legend himself.
The Business Booster, compiled during his semi-retirement, draws on those
experiences. As a business guide it is unique. It is essential reading for any new or
existing business. Michael Walsh is confident that by reading and acting upon the
advice given, any business will break free from the herd and surge upwards and
forward. The Business Booster is the best possible investment any small to medium
sized business can make.
A LEOPARD IN LIVERPOOL
QUASI-FICTIONAL: AUTHOR MICHAEL WALSH
AUA mercenary‟s intended vacation in his native Liverpool goes awry on learning
that his pubescent daughter is ensnared by the city‟s lowlife. An epic fail on their
part. Ex-Liverpool seaman, Fraser McLeod, after being drawn into the 1960s Congo
Crisis and Simba Rebellion, morphed into a lethal humanoid. Further years
Rhodesia‟s anti-insurgency bush wars have turned the swashbuckling dog-of-war into
a cunning and resourceful predator.
Camouflaged by the inner-city‟s itinerant jetsam his daughter‟s trail has gone cold.
The action heats up when the vengeful MacLeod disappears into the maritime city‟s
social sewers.
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Those, whose trade is debt and death, flesh and illegal substances know how to
discourage the inquisitive. However, they are no match for a prowling marauder for
whom death is no more to be feared than is birth.
The soldier-of-fortune turned arms dealer has a single lead and unquenchable thirst
for a vengeful nemesis. Drawing on real life experiences the respected author‟s
account combines the movies Death Wish and The Wild Geese. A Leopard in
Liverpool is published by Amazon Books and Amazon Kindle.
THE LAST GLADIATORS
Fiancés of Death
The 1960s saw world change to dwarf the transformation that engulfed post-war
Europe. For 100 years Africa had stayed much as it was during Queen Victoria‟s
reign. Carved up and colonised the Dark Continent remained as the great explorers
and writers such as Joseph Conrad best remembered it. Britain‟s Merchant Navy was
so almighty that one company alone could put a ship into any port in the world within
24-hours. Within ten years all this was to change.
Michael Walsh, a world traveller and writer was very much part of a dual romantic
revolution. The „ten years leap of centuries‟ drew the curtains on Europe‟s colonies
and brought closure on great shipping companies that discovered, built and fuelled
the British Empire.
Immersed in Africa the Liverpool-born adventurer experienced at first-hand the
Belgian Congo at its most turbulent, Africa at its most tempestuous. The Last
Gladiators is the story of those fiancés of death who helped steer Africa through its
hurricane of change.
Available $14.95 on Amazon Books and Amazon eBook Kindle
The Last Gladiators offers a well-illustrated chronicle of the unsettled period‟s most
colourful main players.
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Titles cover true crime, business advice, modern press writing, The Reich
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