David Lewis Paget

Gold Star - 4,770 Points (22.11.1944 / Nottingham, England/live in Australia)

David Lewis Paget Poems

1. Lovers Spat -new- 8/30/2016
2. The Feather Quill 1/12/2016
3. The Graveyard Stones 1/19/2016
4. Cock O' The North 1/25/2016
5. The Dance Of The Leaftaking 1/30/2016
6. Dreamwake 2/3/2016
7. Doctor Bones 2/8/2016
8. Planetary Wiz 2/13/2016
9. Strangers 2/18/2016
10. Bon Voyage 2/23/2016
11. Two Steps Closer To Hell 2/25/2016
12. Wedlock 3/1/2016
13. The Black Dog Run 3/3/2016
14. Keeper Of The Light 1/2/2016
15. The Tree That Wouldn't Shut Up! 1/4/2016
16. The Slag Heap 1/8/2016
17. A Winter's Tale -new- 8/23/2016
18. The Unwelcome Guest -new- 8/28/2016
19. Ballet Shoes -new- 8/29/2016
20. The House In The Lane 11/4/2015
21. A Question Of Faith 11/10/2015
22. Goblin Dell 11/11/2015
23. The Abbot's Loft 11/13/2015
24. The Poetry Barn 11/22/2015
25. Into The Light 11/22/2015
26. Crossing The Bridge 11/24/2015
27. The Monster & The Candle 12/2/2015
28. The Conquistador 12/6/2015
29. Guardians Of The Chest 12/12/2015
30. Slither And Scale 12/15/2015
31. Waiting For You! 10/18/2015
32. Black Goth 10/19/2015
33. The Second-Hand Gown 12/24/2015
34. The Jacaranda Tree 3/11/2016
35. Whispering Walls 3/21/2016
36. Lost Moment 3/22/2016
37. Bad Cess 4/3/2016
38. The Witch Of Steen 4/8/2016
39. Sticks & Stones 4/12/2016
40. The Bride Of Storm 4/17/2016
Best Poem of David Lewis Paget

Swan Song

Her hair was as black as a starling's tail,
Her cheeks as pale as a swan,
Her eyes, like two slim moonstones, glowed
And her mouth was the Holy Grail.
She'd played in the dirt of the village street
So long ago, so long...
She'd swum in the pools of the mountain stream,
But now, that girl had gone.

While I still rise with the early bird
To tend to my father's fields,
As the only son of an only son
I watched the woman leave.
She cried sweet tears as she said farewell
And vowed to come back, and soon,
But the village streets of a western ...

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The Water Tower

I sit and stare at this empty page,
The wind howls long at the winter eaves,
The cloud is heavy, and black with rage
As squalls dance in through the myrtle leaves.

While deep inside in the cottage gloom
My love lies weary, cocooned in dreams,
I hear her cry in the darkened room
Call out one name from a nightmare scene.

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