David Lewis Paget

Silver Star - 4,473 Points (22.11.1944 / Nottingham, England/live in Australia)

David Lewis Paget Poems

1. A Blank Page 3/20/2015
2. A Chaste Affair 6/30/2015
3. A Christmas Gift 12/3/2013
4. A Christmas Tale 12/5/2014
5. A Fateful Blow 6/21/2015
6. A Letter From Bedlam 12/5/2014
7. A Life Of Nothing Much 4/9/2014
8. A Long Wait 8/24/2015
9. A Long, Long Walk By The Lake 8/3/2014
10. A Long, Long Way From Home 3/28/2015
11. A Lover's Verse 11/19/2008
12. A Paupers Parable 7/31/2008
13. A Penny For The Guy 12/6/2009
14. A Question Of Faith 11/10/2015
15. A Strange Courting 6/9/2015
16. A Viking Morality Tale 7/16/2008
17. A Walk In The Park 11/15/2013
18. A Welsh Hymn 9/18/2005
19. Admiral Nelson 4/8/2009
20. After Dark 6/19/2015
21. After The Comet 10/2/2008
22. Aftermath 9/28/2005
23. Against All Odds 7/18/2015
24. Age Rage 10/4/2012
25. Al Cobdogla's Hearse 7/14/2012
26. Alisa 1/23/2013
27. All Hallows Eve 10/25/2014
28. Ampitherium 6/18/2009
29. An Autumn Tale 6/14/2015
30. An Old Love 1/30/2015
31. Angel Dust 8/26/2014
32. Angel Head 9/17/2005
33. Angels 8/6/2013
34. Anon. 2/18/2013
35. Anzac Cove 5/21/2013
36. Apollo 19 6/16/2013
37. Armada 10/19/2009
38. As You Like It 7/28/2013
39. At Eaglehawk Neck 9/18/2005
40. At Journey's End 3/5/2009
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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