David Lewis Paget

Gold Star - 8,586 Points (22.11.1944 / Nottingham, England/live in Australia)

David Lewis Paget Poems

41. An End To A Dream 8/1/2017
42. Together 8/1/2017
43. The Shades Of Sin 8/4/2017
44. Blood And Gore 8/11/2017
45. A Tunnel 8/12/2017
46. The Steamer 8/16/2017
47. Home From The Lake 8/19/2017
48. The Seabed Wreck 8/19/2017
49. The Mantle Clock 8/21/2017
50. A Visitor 8/26/2017
51. Thunder & Lightning 8/27/2017
52. On Waking... 8/29/2017
53. The Congenital Liar 8/31/2017
54. The Restless Wife 9/1/2017
55. The Way It Is... 9/4/2017
56. The Way It Is..... 9/4/2017
57. The Obelisk 9/9/2017
58. The Icing On The Cake 10/4/2015
59. The Rescue 10/12/2015
60. Waiting For You! 10/18/2015
61. Black Goth 10/19/2015
62. The House In The Lane 11/4/2015
63. A Question Of Faith 11/10/2015
64. Goblin Dell 11/11/2015
65. The Abbot's Loft 11/13/2015
66. The Poetry Barn 11/22/2015
67. Into The Light 11/22/2015
68. Crossing The Bridge 11/24/2015
69. The Monster & The Candle 12/2/2015
70. The Conquistador 12/6/2015
71. Guardians Of The Chest 12/12/2015
72. Slither And Scale 12/15/2015
73. Keeper Of The Light 1/2/2016
74. The Tree That Wouldn't Shut Up! 1/4/2016
75. The Slag Heap 1/8/2016
76. The Feather Quill 1/12/2016
77. The Graveyard Stones 1/19/2016
78. Cock O' The North 1/25/2016
79. The Dance Of The Leaftaking 1/30/2016
80. Dreamwake 2/3/2016
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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Home From The Lake

I just got home in the past half hour
From a great weekend at the lake,
I can't remember how I got home,
I think I'm about to flake.
The driveway's empty, I lost the car,
The house, as quiet as a tomb,
And where the wife and the kiddies are?
Must be in another room.

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