David Lewis Paget

Silver Star - 3,409 Points (22.11.1944 / Nottingham, England/live in Australia)

David Lewis Paget Poems

961. Woman In Child 9/18/2005
962. Woman Of Stone 3/15/2012
963. Wood Men 1/25/2013
964. Words 9/30/2005
965. Would He Even Know Me Now? 3/4/2008
966. Wrong Mountain! 12/18/2014
967. Wry! 11/6/2009
968. Www. 6/9/2008
969. Wych Elm 9/18/2005
970. Yesterdays Lost 2/11/2013
971. Yggdrasil 10/27/2009
972. You Can'T Come In! 7/17/2014
973. You Can'T Go Out Today! 10/4/2013
974. You Were Only Talking... 2/22/2008
975. You'Ve Got Magic! 4/30/2009
976. Zanzibar! 12/14/2014
977. Zombie 4/13/2013
978. 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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