David Lewis Paget

Gold Star - 6,198 Points (22.11.1944 / Nottingham, England/live in Australia)

David Lewis Paget Poems

161. Dunkirk 6/14/2008
162. Dutchman's Call 9/2/2008
163. Dyes Cast 9/18/2005
164. Early Morning Call 9/18/2005
165. Earwigs! 11/6/2008
166. Elegy For A Poet 7/23/2008
167. Emily's Twenty-First 7/29/2013
168. Empty Words 3/24/2014
169. End Game 5/6/2013
170. End It! 10/30/2013
171. End Of A Rat 12/16/2012
172. End Of The Dream 1/15/2013
173. Eternal Youth 7/8/2012
174. Evening Light 6/6/2013
175. Fair Exchange 11/15/2012
176. Falconridge 10/24/2013
177. Fallen Angel 5/26/2013
178. Family History 12/25/2008
179. Family Secret 11/9/2014
180. Family Skeleton 10/16/2013
181. Family Ties 10/9/2013
182. Farewell, Dick! 8/18/2009
183. Fateful Morning! 6/5/2010
184. Father & Son 9/27/2007
185. Final Judgement 1/27/2012
186. Fire Man 7/13/2009
187. First Foot 1/1/2012
188. Five Children I 9/18/2005
189. Five Hundred And One 11/13/2014
190. Flawed Fidelity 8/22/2012
191. Follow Me Now! 8/9/2010
192. Following Jane 10/30/2014
193. Footsteps! 3/4/2014
194. For A Social Worker 9/14/2008
195. For George... 5/20/2010
196. For The Children Of Sandy Hook 12/14/2012
197. For The Love Of Mildred Pierce 9/19/2013
198. Found Out 7/24/2013
199. From A Blue Cloud 9/17/2005
200. From God To Man 12/20/2012
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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