Whistle In The Dark

It’s been a while…

Do not whistle in the dark,
That’s when demons come and play.
To hunt you down
In shadows black,
To rise from hell
And drag you back,
To where the devils stay.

Do not whistle in the dark,
That’s when evil roams abroad.
To stab at heart
And tarnish soul,
To claim their prize
And charge a toll,
A price you can’t afford.

Do not whistle in the dark,
Calling forth a deathly blight.
The sun has gone
And shadows call,
Gath’ring imps and
Goblins all,
To gambol in the night.

Anna Key

Her laugh was what I heard at first
An evil noise with hint of mirth,
A sound that said she’d watch a fall,
And stand and grin, not help at all,
My darling Anna Key.

With wicked smile she turned around
And there she stood on sodden ground,
A face that launched a thousand ships,
But all beneath the waves to slip,
My darling Anna Key.

Gave not a jot for those a fool
Was free with comments mean and cruel,
So quick to cut down stupid men,
With just a word from lips or pen,
My darling Anna Key.

My heart it glowed as breaking day
Though sense would council, stay away,
A beauty dark in form and soul,
My sweet demise her only goal,
My darling Anna Key.

Although I’m lost to wicked heart
I would not go back to the start,
Though love is cruel, here I remain,
Her laugh the evilest of refrains,
My darling Anna Key.


Where does this shadow,
Doubt encloaked,
Arise though so unbidden?
A beauty gifted,
Bless-ed so,
But lost and sadly hidden.

What past intrusions
Caused this fear,
A lack of confidence?
With words and deeds
To change a mind,
Is now my future, hence.

Though recent hist’ry
Paints a view,
Of honesty untrusted;
With all my strength
And stupid words,
I’ll make a view adjusted.

For I not care what
May be heard,
From lovers in the past;
I’ll sow the seeds of
Beauty’s truth,
In blossoms made to last.

To me you are the
Of female loving grace,
And I would die a
Happy man,
With the memory of your face.


A friend of mine is going through a hard time. This come to me through that. Hope you like it

The headline news, you let me see
Behind the marriage door.
The life I thought was perfect,
Not perfect anymore.
A bond that painted to the world
Such envied loving bliss,
But since revealed as brave facade,
Made hollow by a kiss.
If your relationship can fail,
What hope for such as me?
I looked to you with jealous gaze,
And what my life could be.
But now you open up with pain,
And honestly reveal,
The scars of words said in the night,
Deep wounds that need to heal.
My darling friend, I’m here to help,
I’ve lived the life you see,
The call of doubt, the unsure love,
The unknown what might be.
Although right now, the dark is all
You see from night to day,
I promise you that things improve,
Please trust in what I say.


My muse, long absent and much missed, has paid a visit. I hope you like this, as short as it is.

A glimpse, a glance,
The merest chance,
To see your heavens face;
With all the world,
And days unfurled,
Away with dreams I chase.

A doubt, a pause,
An unknown cause
A struggle to accept;
But with a word,
Such beauty heard,
And doubts away are swept.

A smile, a kiss,
The unnamed bliss,
Of what this life may show;
For now my dreams,
Are where you’re seen,
And where your name I know.


A friend on mine has a three year old son. He had recently been diagnosed with a rare form of leukemia. This, obviously, is terribly sad news.
He asked me if I wouldn’t mind trying to write a poem for him. Not as a eulogy, but as a call to arms, or a song of hope and of not giving up. I was honoured to do so. This is what I came up with. I hesitated to share it, but then I thought… Why not? I hope you like it. And I hope you all send your best wishes,  in your own ways, to my son’s friend. Thank you.

Such courage seen in
Frame so small, 
Against the dark 
We will not fall. 
Not bent nor bowed
‘neath coming fight, 
We rail against 
Encroaching night.

With love our shield, 
As hope abounds, 
We’ll form as one and 
Stand our ground. 
With help of friends
Both far and near, 
We’ll not give up, 
Succumb to fear.

Our shining star, 
Our precious George, 
With inner fire a 
Strength is forged. 
With your support
Our constant love, 
He’ll beat this thing 
And rise above.

So come together, 
Be strong of heart, 
With all we learn, 
We’ll light the dark. 
There will be hope for 
Those to come, 
We will not stop
’til fight is won.


These words kind of fell out of me tonight. The very first sentence was what triggered it, and as happens a lot, the rest just… Flowed. I hope you like it.

If I listened to the wine,
I’d pick up the phone,
Your voice would be soothing
To hear.
But that way lies sorrow
And things for tomorrow
So for now I’ll just sit
And cry here.

If I trusted the music,
I’d think love was real,
And not a cruel promise
That broke.
And the pain that did follow
With a heart made so hollow
Would not echo with words
Never spoke.

If the clocks could run backwards,
I’d start all anew,
Not make the mistakes that
Were made.
I’d inhale and I’d swallow
All my plans of tomorrow
For no future is too bright
To fade.


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