David Lewis Paget

Silver Star - 4,449 Points (22.11.1944 / Nottingham, England/live in Australia)

David Lewis Paget Poems

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