David Lewis Paget

Bronze Star - 2,299 Points (22.11.1944 / Nottingham, England/live in Australia)

David Lewis Paget Poems

161. First Foot 1/1/2012
162. Five Children I 9/18/2005
163. Five Hundred And One 11/13/2014
164. Flawed Fidelity 8/22/2012
165. Follow Me Now! 8/9/2010
166. Following Jane 10/30/2014
167. Footsteps! 3/4/2014
168. For A Social Worker 9/14/2008
169. For George... 5/20/2010
170. For The Children Of Sandy Hook 12/14/2012
171. For The Love Of Mildred Pierce 9/19/2013
172. Found Out 7/24/2013
173. From A Blue Cloud 9/17/2005
174. From God To Man 12/20/2012
175. Frosty Hollow 8/8/2014
176. Ganga Rok 4/25/2013
177. Getting Old 3/4/2008
178. Ghost Train 9/11/2012
179. Girl On A Train 1/19/2015
180. Goblin Castle 11/29/2014
181. Goddo & Me... 11/29/2007
182. Going Out... 1/10/2013
183. Gone Fishing 5/26/2015
184. Goodbye! 2/25/2015
185. Grasscutters 3/13/2014
186. Gremlin! 10/11/2008
187. Grim Seasons 9/18/2005
188. Grimm Meet 10/23/2013
189. Guan Yu's Finger Ring 10/26/2013
190. Gulp! - (Lol) 1/23/2015
191. Gypsy Twist 9/17/2009
192. Hadron Hell! 1/5/2015
193. Hal - (In Memory Of, For Sherry) 3/11/2011
194. Half-Remembered 9/17/2005
195. Hallow Even 10/11/2012
196. Handsworth Wood 9/27/2007
197. Harry The Wu 4/13/2009
198. Headed For Paradise 6/21/2013
199. Heart Stopper! 12/16/2014
200. Heaven, Hell, Or The Highway 11/22/2014
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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