David Lewis Paget

Bronze Star - 2,520 Points (22.11.1944 / Nottingham, England/live in Australia)

David Lewis Paget Poems

121. Distance Never Lies! 9/28/2014
122. Do What You Will. 9/27/2007
123. Does She Stalk Pathways 9/17/2005
124. Dong Tou Dao 12/28/2007
125. Don'T Come Here Anymore! 12/2/2014
126. Don'T Let Me Die In China, Lord! 5/21/2006
127. Doppelgänger 9/7/2008
128. Dorazamite 2/20/2014
129. Double Jeopardy 1/25/2015
130. Down & Out! 3/18/2013
131. Dr. Horcas Quintessential Gypsy Merry-Go-Round 6/10/2013
132. Dragon Lake 1/15/2012
133. Dragons 12/22/2005
134. Drama Queen 7/23/2014
135. Dreamscape 10/15/2012
136. Dunkirk 6/14/2008
137. Dutchman's Call 9/2/2008
138. Dyes Cast 9/18/2005
139. Early Morning Call 9/18/2005
140. Earwigs! 11/6/2008
141. Elegy For A Poet 7/23/2008
142. Emily's Twenty-First 7/29/2013
143. Empty Words 3/24/2014
144. End Game 5/6/2013
145. End It! 10/30/2013
146. End Of A Rat 12/16/2012
147. End Of The Dream 1/15/2013
148. Eternal Youth 7/8/2012
149. Evening Light 6/6/2013
150. Fair Exchange 11/15/2012
151. Falconridge 10/24/2013
152. Fallen Angel 5/26/2013
153. Family History 12/25/2008
154. Family Secret 11/9/2014
155. Family Skeleton 10/16/2013
156. Family Ties 10/9/2013
157. Farewell, Dick! 8/18/2009
158. Fateful Morning! 6/5/2010
159. Father & Son 9/27/2007
160. Final Judgement 1/27/2012
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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