David Lewis Paget

Gold Star - 4,678 Points (22.11.1944 / Nottingham, England/live in Australia)

David Lewis Paget Poems

961. To My Wives 12/24/2007
962. To Sleep, Perchance To Dream 3/25/2013
963. Tongues Of Thorns 9/18/2005
964. Tongue-Tied 3/14/2015
965. Too Many Women 9/21/2014
966. Topsy Turvy 5/25/2014
967. Toxic Assets 3/28/2009
968. Trench Warfare 9/30/2005
969. Trick Or Treat 10/31/2014
970. Trip To Nowhere 6/20/2010
971. Turn Of The Knife 12/28/2015
972. Twenty Years Down - (The Beatles) 10/4/2005
973. Two Hundred Years After Cook 9/28/2005
974. Two Paths... 1/1/2015
975. Two Pigeons 1/18/2014
976. Two Steps Closer To Hell 2/25/2016
977. Uncle 2/1/2013
978. Under The City Streets 3/14/2013
979. Underneath The Ice 4/17/2012
980. Up In The Attic 9/20/2012
981. Vain Imaginings 9/18/2005
982. Vanishing Point 11/9/2012
983. Ve Haf Vays... 6/7/2009
984. Voice In The Wind 9/4/2012
985. Waiting For You! 10/18/2015
986. Walpurgisnacht 12/30/2012
987. War Of Words 10/15/2013
988. Waters Into Wine 9/17/2005
989. Wattle & Daub 6/3/2009
990. Waxwork 4/12/2013
991. Wedlock 3/1/2016
992. Well We Might 9/18/2005
993. What Happened To The Day? 10/17/2008
994. What Happens? 12/26/2014
995. What's In A Name? 5/7/2008
996. When Our Days Are Minutes... 9/17/2005
997. When Peggity Pulled The Cord 5/16/2013
998. When The Welsh Of Wales Go Home 9/18/2005
999. Where Are The Birds Of Wenzhou, Bei Bei 11/8/2005
1000. While I Write And Breathe... 3/8/2008
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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