David Lewis Paget

Veteran Poet - 1,743 Points (22.11.1944 / Nottingham, England/live in Australia)

David Lewis Paget Poems

361. Return To The Light That Failed 8/14/2014
362. Riding The Wenzhou Bus 2/27/2006
363. Roast Beef 10/5/2013
364. Robbing The Tomb 1/15/2010
365. Robot City 9/2/2012
366. Rocky Ground 3/18/2014
367. Romany Girl 9/17/2005
368. S.O.S. 10/8/2008
369. Salomé 11/13/2008
370. Saltwater Creek 9/30/2013
371. Sanctuary 9/18/2005
372. Sandcastles 2/6/2009
373. Saving Grace 1/4/2014
374. Saving The Sea 10/14/2013
375. Scene From A Yamaha 10/4/2005
376. Scrawled Silence 2/20/2008
377. Sea And Shore 9/29/2005
378. She Who Knows All... 4/20/2013
379. Ship To Shore 9/18/2005
380. Shoes 2/20/2008
381. Shooting Star 6/2/2014
382. Short Shrift 9/21/2005
383. Silvertongue 11/3/2009
384. Sink Or Swim 9/18/2005
385. Sir John De Vere 9/28/2005
386. Sir John Fitzalan's Ball 9/23/2013
387. Sister Switch 10/13/2014
388. Six Of Hearts 8/20/2010
389. Skipping! 4/1/2008
390. Smugglers Pie 7/16/2012
391. Snakes Alive! 2/15/2013
392. Some Sad Dream 5/28/2013
393. Somebody Help! 12/28/2007
394. Spend And Grieve 9/29/2005
395. Spirit 9/28/2005
396. Spqr 1/8/2013
397. Stalemate 9/18/2005
398. Starman 11/30/2009
399. Static 9/18/2005
400. Stone Cottages 9/18/2005
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 ...

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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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