David Lewis Paget

Veteran Poet - 1,773 Points (22.11.1944 / Nottingham, England/live in Australia)

David Lewis Paget Poems

881. Wry! 11/6/2009
882. Www. 6/9/2008
883. Wych Elm 9/18/2005
884. Yesterdays Lost 2/11/2013
885. Yggdrasil 10/27/2009
886. You Can'T Come In! 7/17/2014
887. You Can'T Go Out Today! 10/4/2013
888. You Were Only Talking... 2/22/2008
889. You'Ve Got Magic! 4/30/2009
890. Zanzibar! 12/14/2014
891. Zombie 4/13/2013
892. Zorga's Gate 7/27/2013
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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