David Lewis Paget

Silver Star - 4,428 Points (22.11.1944 / Nottingham, England/live in Australia)

David Lewis Paget Poems

41. Audition 10/12/2005
42. Auto-Da-Fé 1/4/2015
43. Bad Blood 9/30/2005
44. Bad Cess 4/3/2016
45. Bad Christmas! 12/24/2014
46. Barton Leas 3/14/2009
47. Bats In The Belfry 7/16/2014
48. Beached Morning 9/17/2005
49. Bed & The Wardrobe 1/18/2015
50. Bed Of Roses 8/11/2014
51. Beddgelert - (Pron. Beth-Gelert) 2/8/2012
52. Before I Forget... 6/26/2006
53. Before Trafalgar 12/15/2014
54. Before We Part 9/30/2005
55. Behind The Hedge 5/4/2015
56. Bell, Book & Candle 12/21/2014
57. Bells And Motley 12/12/2014
58. Beside The River Wye 11/8/2014
59. Betrayed! 10/9/2012
60. Bibles 3/12/2006
61. Big Mack 8/26/2012
62. Birdsong 7/5/2015
63. Black And White 6/3/2014
64. Black Gold 6/17/2012
65. Black Goth 10/19/2015
66. Black Tide 2/4/2013
67. Black-Haired Girls 12/9/2005
68. Blake - (Before Birth) . 9/30/2005
69. Bleak Psychosis 2/17/2013
70. Blind Man's Buff 10/5/2012
71. Blood, Red Blood... 9/6/2014
72. Blue Mountain Coffee 12/18/2005
73. Body Swap 3/9/2015
74. Bon Voyage 2/23/2016
75. Bones! 1/16/2009
76. Books & Nooks 4/5/2013
77. Born For Raising Hell! 10/4/2014
78. Buried Alive! 12/29/2009
79. Bush Meeting 2/22/2013
80. Butterflies 1/3/2015
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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