David Lewis Paget

Silver Star - 4,499 Points (22.11.1944 / Nottingham, England/live in Australia)

David Lewis Paget Poems

961. Toxic Assets 3/28/2009
962. Trench Warfare 9/30/2005
963. Trick Or Treat 10/31/2014
964. Trip To Nowhere 6/20/2010
965. Turn Of The Knife 12/28/2015
966. Twenty Years Down - (The Beatles) 10/4/2005
967. Two Hundred Years After Cook 9/28/2005
968. Two Paths... 1/1/2015
969. Two Pigeons 1/18/2014
970. Two Steps Closer To Hell 2/25/2016
971. Uncle 2/1/2013
972. Under The City Streets 3/14/2013
973. Underneath The Ice 4/17/2012
974. Up In The Attic 9/20/2012
975. Vain Imaginings 9/18/2005
976. Vanishing Point 11/9/2012
977. Ve Haf Vays... 6/7/2009
978. Voice In The Wind 9/4/2012
979. Waiting For You! 10/18/2015
980. Walpurgisnacht 12/30/2012
981. War Of Words 10/15/2013
982. Waters Into Wine 9/17/2005
983. Wattle & Daub 6/3/2009
984. Waxwork 4/12/2013
985. Wedlock 3/1/2016
986. Well We Might 9/18/2005
987. What Happened To The Day? 10/17/2008
988. What Happens? 12/26/2014
989. What's In A Name? 5/7/2008
990. When Our Days Are Minutes... 9/17/2005
991. When Peggity Pulled The Cord 5/16/2013
992. When The Welsh Of Wales Go Home 9/18/2005
993. Where Are The Birds Of Wenzhou, Bei Bei 11/8/2005
994. While I Write And Breathe... 3/8/2008
995. Whispering Walls 3/21/2016
996. White Horses 9/18/2005
997. Who Cares? 9/30/2005
998. Why Does My Faith... 10/23/2007
999. Widdershins 6/20/2012
1000. Winter Comes... 3/15/2008
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 Last Day

The earth had not been breathing
For an hour when I woke,
So the thought that I'd be leaving
Any time, became a joke,
There was not that faintest rustle
That we think to call a breeze,
When the leaves all rub together with
The swaying of the trees,
And the water lay in stagnant pools

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