Tag: Poetry

THE RIVER, BAR AND BIGHT

THE RIVER, BAR AND BIGHT
Nostalgia for the life ashore,
But as a magnet drawn,
The gentle movement of the deck,
Tells me again I’m borne;
For distant shores I’ve never seen,
What better than to sleep and dream,
To lullaby of engine room,
Its song of fate, adventure, doom?

It Was Christmas Eve in the Casa

Without inspiration, there can be no communication. Every line we read be it a news report, biography or poem, is inspired by someone or something. Such was my inspiration when from my rooftop garden situated on the highest home in Mijas Pueblo I watched a sunset to die for. Yes, it was indeed Christmas Eve 2011. Inspired, I then scrawled my thoughts down. ~ Michael Walsh

The Christmas Truce of 1914

The people of Europe are related to each other by blood and culture, but have been set against each other by our parasitic elites for centuries. Let us never again fight wars against our cousins for the benefit of alien interests.

Christmas Day in the Workhouse

Whatever else changes Capitalism never does. Christmas Day in America, 1/7 Americans exist miserably on incomes that put them on hunger risk. Over 15 million American children rely on food banks for assistance. Food insecurity blights every single U.S county; more than 31 million American children live on incomes that qualify for subsidised lunches. Nearly 40 per cent of America’s homeless are under 18-years of age.

Immortal Beloved Ludwig van Beethoven

Ludwig van Beethoven (1770-1827) was a German composer and pianist, who is arguably the defining figure in the history of Western music. Born in December 1770, he was baptized on the 17th. As baptisms customarily took place the day following birth consensus is that the world’s greatest composer was born December 16, 1770. The earliest recorded piece that Beethoven composed is a set of nine piano variations, composed in 1782.

Land Of My Fathers

I have nothing against the Welsh. After all, as man and boy, I was blissfully happy in this beautiful land of someone else’s father. But not everyone agrees. Their most famous lyricist, Dylan Thomas once said, ‘Land of my Fathers? They are welcome to it.’

THE LOST AGE OF ELEGANCE

Was there ever more elegance and style than when women’s dress sense was further enhanced by fur stoles, veils and dress gloves. I am reminded of U.S. President Reagan’s wife Nancy Reagan when being received by the Pope. Wearing a veil this otherwise ordinary lady is transformed into an almost saintly figure.