David Lewis Paget

Gold Star - 5,132 Points (22.11.1944 / Nottingham, England/live in Australia)

David Lewis Paget Poems

1041. Yggdrasil 10/27/2009
1042. You Can'T Come In! 7/17/2014
1043. You Can'T Go Out Today! 10/4/2013
1044. You Were Only Talking... 2/22/2008
1045. You'Ve Got Magic! 4/30/2009
1046. Zanzibar! 12/14/2014
1047. Zombie 4/13/2013
1048. Zorga's Gate 7/27/2013
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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