David Lewis Paget

Gold Star - 7,386 Points (22.11.1944 / Nottingham, England/live in Australia)

David Lewis Paget Poems

1081. Tunnel Love 9/18/2016
1082. Turn Of The Knife 12/28/2015
1083. Twenty Years Down - (The Beatles) 10/4/2005
1084. Twilight 4/11/2017
1085. Two Brothers -new- 5/19/2017
1086. Two Hundred Years After Cook 9/28/2005
1087. Two Paths... 1/1/2015
1088. Two Pigeons 1/18/2014
1089. Two Steps Closer To Hell 2/25/2016
1090. Two To Choose 12/18/2016
1091. Uncle 2/1/2013
1092. Under The City Streets 3/14/2013
1093. Underneath The Ice 4/17/2012
1094. Unrequited 1/21/2017
1095. Up In The Attic 9/20/2012
1096. Vain Imaginings 9/18/2005
1097. Vanishing Point 11/9/2012
1098. Ve Haf Vays... 6/7/2009
1099. Voice In The Wind 9/4/2012
1100. Waiting For You! 10/18/2015
1101. Walking On Broken Glass 9/22/2016
1102. Walpurgisnacht 12/30/2012
1103. War Of Words 10/15/2013
1104. Waters Into Wine 9/17/2005
1105. Wattle & Daub 6/3/2009
1106. Waxwork 4/12/2013
1107. Wedlock 3/1/2016
1108. Well We Might 9/18/2005
1109. What Happened To The Day? 10/17/2008
1110. What Happens? 12/26/2014
1111. What's In A Name? 5/7/2008
1112. When Our Days Are Minutes... 9/17/2005
1113. When Peggity Pulled The Cord 5/16/2013
1114. When The Welsh Of Wales Go Home 9/18/2005
1115. Where Are The Birds Of Wenzhou, Bei Bei 11/8/2005
1116. While I Write And Breathe... 3/8/2008
1117. Whispering Walls 3/21/2016
1118. White Horses 9/18/2005
1119. Who Cares? 9/30/2005
1120. Why Does My Faith... 10/23/2007
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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