David Lewis Paget
David Lewis Paget Poems
|362.||Only The View||12/19/2014|
|364.||Our Parting Ways||12/1/2014|
|365.||Out Of Time!||9/15/2013|
|367.||Palaces Of Glass||9/27/2007|
|370.||Passenger From Childhood||9/18/2005|
|372.||Pen And Ink||9/18/2005|
|376.||Play The Man...||1/13/2013|
|377.||Poems Beyond The Grave||4/24/2009|
|381.||Pu Tong Hua||4/5/2006|
|384.||Rag & Reed||4/2/2009|
|385.||Raising The Demon||2/5/2013|
|389.||Red Sky Warning||9/18/2005|
|392.||Reprise Of The Fire Dweller||8/17/2013|
|393.||Return Of The Wanderer||2/20/2015|
|394.||Return To The Light That Failed||8/14/2014|
|395.||Riding The Wenzhou Bus||2/27/2006|
|397.||Robbing The Tomb||1/15/2010|
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 ...
Guardians Of The Chest
My father married a scheming witch
The month that my mother died,
He barely waited her final twitch
And it killed something inside,
I suddenly found myself alone
Apart from my brother, Liam,
But my heart inside had turned to stone
And the house was a mausoleum.