RICK HAYNES

Changing Waters by Rick Haynes CHANGING WATERS On the far side of Georgioupolis a fast running river brings ice cold melt from the...

I bet you are all wondering why I have chosen a poem from 1867? In your shoes, so would I. Here's the story. Some time ago I walked into...

WEEP As you stand by my grave Please do not weep for me For from the shackles of life's woes I am finally free Weep for the homeless...

A RIGHT PAIR by Rick Haynes A walk in the cool of the morning is always welcoming, as long as the amount of raki eagerly sipped the night...

I watched a television programme about the past and current culture of Sicily. I give you a joke or two from a salt farmer on the island....

I am pleased to post something different this week. For the first time on my blog, I give you a host of limericks. Some are funny, some...

I am delighted to post a wonderful poem from Firle Lewis I give you - GRÖENDL On Midsummer’s Day, in the middle of the Night, When you’re...

A Fishy Problem BY RICK HAYNES Jasmine stared at the box and wondered what to do with something reeking of dead fish. Holding two fingers...

BASTION BOYS by Rick and Teresa Haynes We wrote this short poem many moons ago when our boys in the desert were fighting a terrible war...

Stitched up by Rick Haynes Day 1 "Listen, I know the doctor said I should get some sun on my legs, Debs, but your idea is crazy. Any way...