David Lewis Paget

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

David Lewis Paget Poems

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