RICK HAYNES

On seeing this photograph it remineded me of people I had known over the years. Their lonliness, the many trips to their doctors and hospitals, and their constant battle with what little time they had left on planet Earth; I remember their sorrow and their fears. I dedicate this short, and sad tale to everone I know. Enjoy what you can, whilst you can. And remember. Let the sun shine brightly in your hearts. The sun is shining yet I doubt that I’ll be outside today. Memories

This week, I am showcasing a wake-up call about the world we live in from Sid. A BLEAK FUTURE FOR EARTH by Sid All war is essentially futile, for no matter who wins, have we not all drowned in the tears of the widows and their children? Power is a word the vile creatures of war constantly desire. Their feelings about whosoever are in their way have always been resolute; the dissidents will die; the dead irrelevant. With the growth of warmongers on our beautiful planet Earth i

WOT A WAY TO TALK by Rick Haynes “Over here, Char.” “Thanks for the coffee, Trace. Wot’s that black thing?” “Some soap called diesel, innit.” “For you?” “No Char, it’s for Jezza. He luvs anything to do with his work.” “Wot, lorry driving?” “Nah! He quit that. He’s working in a bleeding garage, gets covered in the goo. Can’t get it out of his clothes.” “Men! I know what you mean Trace.” “How’s your old man then, Char?” “The bastard’s dead.” “What? When? What he die of.” “Died

To start a new edition of Tuesday Tales, I am delighted to showcase a great poem from Cindy. I had to read it twice as it is so powerful. Well done, Cindy, this is one of your best so my thanks for allowing me to publish it. Love and laughter, Rick. THE VOICES RULE The voices never stop for long They keep my emotions raw Unfettered by time My heart not just on my sleeve It is held in front of me A target for any passerby To see, to hold, to break Wisdom is still just a word A