David Lewis Paget

Silver Star - 3,865 Points (22.11.1944 / Nottingham, England/live in Australia)

David Lewis Paget Poems

961. Wattle & Daub 6/3/2009
962. Waxwork 4/12/2013
963. Well We Might 9/18/2005
964. What Happened To The Day? 10/17/2008
965. What Happens? 12/26/2014
966. What's In A Name? 5/7/2008
967. When Our Days Are Minutes... 9/17/2005
968. When Peggity Pulled The Cord 5/16/2013
969. When The Welsh Of Wales Go Home 9/18/2005
970. Where Are The Birds Of Wenzhou, Bei Bei 11/8/2005
971. While I Write And Breathe... 3/8/2008
972. White Horses 9/18/2005
973. Who Cares? 9/30/2005
974. Why Does My Faith... 10/23/2007
975. Widdershins 6/20/2012
976. Winter Comes... 3/15/2008
977. Woman 3/30/2008
978. Woman In Black 11/4/2012
979. Woman In Child 9/18/2005
980. Woman Of Stone 3/15/2012
981. Wood Men 1/25/2013
982. Words 9/30/2005
983. Would He Even Know Me Now? 3/4/2008
984. Wrong Mountain! 12/18/2014
985. Wry! 11/6/2009
986. Www. 6/9/2008
987. Wych Elm 9/18/2005
988. Yesterdays Lost 2/11/2013
989. Yggdrasil 10/27/2009
990. You Can'T Come In! 7/17/2014
991. You Can'T Go Out Today! 10/4/2013
992. You Were Only Talking... 2/22/2008
993. You'Ve Got Magic! 4/30/2009
994. Zanzibar! 12/14/2014
995. Zombie 4/13/2013
996. 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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Guardians Of The Chest

My father married a scheming witch
The month that my mother died,
He barely waited her final twitch
And it killed something inside,
I suddenly found myself alone
Apart from my brother, Liam,
But my heart inside had turned to stone
And the house was a mausoleum.

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