David Lewis Paget

Silver Star - 4,427 Points (22.11.1944 / Nottingham, England/live in Australia)

David Lewis Paget Poems

761. The Other Side Of The Coin 1/18/2014
762. The Owls In Chandler's Wood 10/10/2013
763. The Paper Girl 11/2/2014
764. The Parchment Scroll 10/8/2014
765. The Party Prank 10/5/2014
766. The Passing 11/24/2012
767. The Pearl 5/7/2015
768. The Pearls Of Verna Boone 8/10/2009
769. The Pen 9/29/2005
770. The Perennial Bachelor 4/17/2014
771. The Perfect Circle 4/13/2015
772. The Peterloo Massacre 9/21/2012
773. The Phantom Bus 1/6/2015
774. The Phone Call 8/20/2015
775. The Picnic In The Wood 7/5/2012
776. The Pier Of Dreams 1/5/2014
777. The Pilot Who Never Came Back 9/18/2012
778. The Pirate Brig & The Cove 3/24/2014
779. The Pitiless Knight 2/13/2013
780. The Plot 12/30/2008
781. The Poem 3/29/2013
782. The Poem Of Ellery Caine 5/14/2013
783. The Poetry Barn 11/22/2015
784. The Poetry Course 6/28/2012
785. The Port Of Dreams 3/7/2014
786. The Portrait Of Rachel Fayne 1/21/2010
787. The Pot Belly Stove 2/19/2014
788. The Practice Run 1/22/2014
789. The Prescient Vest 1/26/2014
790. The Press & Rickety Dan 9/21/2013
791. The Priest That Said Repent! 10/8/2013
792. The Primitive Painter 11/8/2013
793. The Prince In The Garden Shed 4/29/2014
794. The Proposal 5/14/2015
795. The Quest For Hieronymus Bosch 5/30/2015
796. The R.S.M. 2/23/2013
797. The Rag & Bone Man 5/28/2013
798. The Raggedy Man 6/23/2014
799. The Ragman's Dray 12/12/2013
800. The Rain That Came To Stay 8/19/2012
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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