David Lewis Paget

Gold Star - 4,770 Points (22.11.1944 / Nottingham, England/live in Australia)

David Lewis Paget Poems

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