David Lewis Paget

Bronze Star - 2,897 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 -new- 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 Strange Courting 6/9/2015
15. A Viking Morality Tale 7/16/2008
16. A Walk In The Park 11/15/2013
17. A Welsh Hymn 9/18/2005
18. Admiral Nelson 4/8/2009
19. After Dark 6/19/2015
20. After The Comet 10/2/2008
21. Aftermath 9/28/2005
22. Against All Odds 7/18/2015
23. Age Rage 10/4/2012
24. Al Cobdogla's Hearse 7/14/2012
25. Alisa 1/23/2013
26. All Hallows Eve 10/25/2014
27. Ampitherium 6/18/2009
28. An Autumn Tale 6/14/2015
29. An Old Love 1/30/2015
30. Angel Dust 8/26/2014
31. Angel Head 9/17/2005
32. Angels 8/6/2013
33. Anon. 2/18/2013
34. Anzac Cove 5/21/2013
35. Apollo 19 6/16/2013
36. Armada 10/19/2009
37. As You Like It 7/28/2013
38. At Eaglehawk Neck 9/18/2005
39. At Journey's End 3/5/2009
40. Audition 10/12/2005
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 ...

Read the full of Swan Song

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.

[Hata Bildir]