Category: Poetry

WHY DO WOMEN WEEP

WHY DO WOMEN WEEP

She wept again this afternoon,

I’ve no idea why,

A woman who seems happy,

So often needs to cry,

There seems to be no reason,

Her eyes should fill with tears,

Perhaps she’s looking back at life,

Or dreads the coming years?

I AM THE SON OF THE PIONEER

MICHAEL WALSH is first and foremost an internationally recognised poet who prose has been compared to that of Leo Tolstoy, Rudyard Kipling, and Robert Service. His lyricism has received glowing tributes from leading figures in the theatre and literary world, commercial, and political life.

The Trail Beneath the Years

THE TRAIL BENEATH THE YEARS
(Farewell to Africa)

It was when the grind and grumble,
Of those wagons passed this way,
The colour-sergeant’s bark was never meek,
The sighing strain of steel,
That was bound fast to the wheel,
Was melody to rumble and to squeak.

The Death Experience

Death and Transfiguration is neither poem nor soliloquy. The hour of midnight had long struck when my thoughts asked the question, what is it like to die? I was alone, the background to my whimsical notions was Richard Strauss’s musical-poem, “Death and Transfiguration”.

To My Brother Killed in Battle

The arts, literature and poetry, were very important to the peoples of the workers Reich. Literature, poetry and art were the roots through which the folk sustained their unique culture. Immersion in one’s being, experienced through the third eye, is a binding influence on the nation. Warriors, wherever in the world they are posted, know their land and their folk are with them.