David Lewis Paget

Gold Star - 5,451 Points (22.11.1944 / Nottingham, England/live in Australia)

David Lewis Paget Poems

1001. Trip To Nowhere 6/20/2010
1002. Tunnel Love 9/18/2016
1003. Turn Of The Knife 12/28/2015
1004. Twenty Years Down - (The Beatles) 10/4/2005
1005. Two Hundred Years After Cook 9/28/2005
1006. Two Paths... 1/1/2015
1007. Two Pigeons 1/18/2014
1008. Two Steps Closer To Hell 2/25/2016
1009. Uncle 2/1/2013
1010. Under The City Streets 3/14/2013
1011. Underneath The Ice 4/17/2012
1012. Up In The Attic 9/20/2012
1013. Vain Imaginings 9/18/2005
1014. Vanishing Point 11/9/2012
1015. Ve Haf Vays... 6/7/2009
1016. Voice In The Wind 9/4/2012
1017. Waiting For You! 10/18/2015
1018. Walking On Broken Glass 9/22/2016
1019. Walpurgisnacht 12/30/2012
1020. War Of Words 10/15/2013
1021. Waters Into Wine 9/17/2005
1022. Wattle & Daub 6/3/2009
1023. Waxwork 4/12/2013
1024. Wedlock 3/1/2016
1025. Well We Might 9/18/2005
1026. What Happened To The Day? 10/17/2008
1027. What Happens? 12/26/2014
1028. What's In A Name? 5/7/2008
1029. When Our Days Are Minutes... 9/17/2005
1030. When Peggity Pulled The Cord 5/16/2013
1031. When The Welsh Of Wales Go Home 9/18/2005
1032. Where Are The Birds Of Wenzhou, Bei Bei 11/8/2005
1033. While I Write And Breathe... 3/8/2008
1034. Whispering Walls 3/21/2016
1035. White Horses 9/18/2005
1036. Who Cares? 9/30/2005
1037. Why Does My Faith... 10/23/2007
1038. Widdershins 6/20/2012
1039. Winter Comes... 3/15/2008
1040. Woman 3/30/2008
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 Temptress

She didn't want her to be with him,
She wanted Anne for herself,
Since ever he had been on the scene
It was like she was on the shelf.
Anne never called for a girl's night out
As she'd done in the days before,
So tears had streamed in her nightmare dreams
And Cathy had said, ‘it's war! '

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