David Lewis Paget

Silver Star - 3,896 Points (22.11.1944 / Nottingham, England/live in Australia)

David Lewis Paget Poems

81. Castle Walls 9/18/2005
82. Catherine Gables 9/17/2005
83. Charlie's Room 3/19/2014
84. Chimneys Of Lime 10/4/2005
85. China 10/24/2005
86. China Blue 6/14/2012
87. China Song (Zhong Guo Ge Qu) 12/28/2007
88. Chinese Box 10/25/2008
89. Chinglish Ai 12/6/2006
90. Cliff House 11/18/2008
91. Cliffhanger 9/10/2014
92. Close To The Edge 1/8/2012
93. Cock O' The North 1/25/2016
94. Cockroach Castle 4/3/2014
95. Cold, Cold Heart 6/28/2013
96. Coma! 1/3/2014
97. Courting Disaster 10/26/2012
98. Crab Island Light 6/3/2008
99. Crème De La Crème 12/8/2013
100. Cricket! 12/4/2009
101. Crimson Dawn 12/23/2014
102. Crossed Wires 5/17/2013
103. Crossing The Bridge 11/24/2015
104. Crossword 9/8/2014
105. Crow Fly-Over Night 12/7/2014
106. Crow! 5/18/2014
107. Crystal Clear 6/2/2015
108. Cursed Voyage 1/20/2013
109. Czechmate! 6/22/2009
110. Dance With The Devil 9/27/2014
111. Dark Angels 8/15/2012
112. Dark Forces 9/17/2005
113. Dark Portents 10/14/2014
114. Daughters 3/4/2012
115. Daydreams 9/22/2012
116. Dead Man's Eyes 1/2/2015
117. Death Is Stalking... 5/9/2013
118. Death Of An Airman 9/30/2005
119. Death Whispers In My Ear 8/24/2012
120. Death's Call 1/28/2009
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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