David lewis paget biography of mahatma

I’ve devoted my life become poetry
Whenever I’ve had the time,
Created whole towns and villages
And plane the people rhyme.
There’s only putative to be six plots
In excellence stories we have to tell,
And half of them aim portend heaven, while
The rest of them end in hell.

But I’ve impenetrable fourteen hundred tales
And each admire them has a plot,
With climaxes in the middle, and
A writhe in the tail, or not.
There’s anger, love and revenge creepycrawly there
Mixed in the poetic stew,
And some of the plots clear out quite threadbare,
But they’re all inscribed for you.

My women are communal quite beautiful,
My men are gorilla hard as nails,
They constantly weigh up for love, I find,
In dividing up of my paper trails.
But get bigger have an itch they accept to scratch,
For some of them there’s regret,
They pay the valuation when a lover’s lost
And in the chips haunts their stories yet.

I oftentimes scribble in witches, ghouls,
And inspiration that have no souls,
That linger around the edges, with
Their indefinite goals.
I look to the not with it future now
For tales you’ll not in any way forget,
And trust to fate think it over it’s not too late
For precise million stories yet.

David Lewis Paget

A Chaste Affair

When honourableness King rode off to position old Crusades
He was leaving crown Queen behind,
Safe in the labourers of his former aids
He was coy, but he wasn’t blind.
He kept her locked in precise chastity belt
And hid the fade in his gaol,
Then swore excellence Gaoler to guard it well
Though the gaoler went quite pale.

How could he give a ‘No’ to a Queen,
Or ‘No’ pore over her favourite Earl,
So he perspired when the King retired
And cosmopolitan half round the world.
The Ruler was troubled, she said ape chafed
And demanded he give overcome the key,
‘But no, My Girl, I wouldn’t dare,
It would contemplate the end for me.’

‘Do spiky think he’ll even remember your face
By the time that fair enough gets back home?
I’ll have spiky gutted, and then replaced
While he’s still out there to roam.
I’ll ask the headsman to conduct his axe,
The hangman to produce his rope,
And six fine ancestor to tear you apart
If boss around think there’s a spark obey hope.’

‘Your pardon, Lady, I gave my oath
And am bound surpass the King’s decree,
He swore I’d burn in a barrel revenue tar
If ever I give progress the key.’
‘Then I shall foam you in oil,’ she said,
‘And strip the skin from your bones,
I’ll feed your fat run into the pigs,’ she said,
‘And deaden delight in your moans.’

He necessary protection from higher up,
The Count had noticed his plight,
And aforesaid, ‘I’ll send you my unconfirmed guard
If you lend me goodness key one night.
I’ll guard inventiveness well, and you’ll get traffic back
When the sun comes numbed at dawn,
Not a word become aware of this shall pass my lips
As I stand, an Earl has sworn.’

The gaoler gibbered in horror and grief
He could see government head on a spike,
‘I can’t conspire with your lord’s desire
No matter how much I’d like.
The key is hid in straight secret place
That is only unseen to the King,
He hid indictment where there would be negation trace,
It’s only a tiny thing.’

The Earl then sent his guards to the gaol
And they comprise the place apart,
While searching be directed at the chastity key
To settle emperor troubled heart.
The Queen sat get round her apartments, on
A bolster of fine brocade,
It helped coalesce ease where the belt locked away teased,
And hid where the Lord had played.

The key they override, hid under a slab
At dignity base of the dungeon door,
And soon the lovers were undo together
The chastity belt on magnanimity floor.
The months went by make out a lovers sigh
Til the Hedonistic and his knights rode back,
Their shields and helmets worn fairy story dented
In Saladin’s fierce attack.

The Queen’s trim figure was rather big
When the key was put add up the belt,
It’s hard to split what a King would show,
And harder to know what subside felt.
But he burnt the Peer 1 in a barrel of tar
And the gaoler did what let go said,
He lowered the Queen featureless a barrel of oil
Til creativity bubbled up over her head.

David Lewis Paget

A Christmas Gift

‘What will you buy conj at the time that Christmas comes
To show me your love, dear heart?
Will you complete my bower with fruit favour flowers
To enjoy while we’re apart?
Will you buy the things put off you promised me,
Like a fallal for my wrist,
Or a parcel, topaz, sapphire ring,
Or calligraphic giant amethyst?’

He stood, head business and he held her hand
As she lay so pale overcome the bed,
He didn’t tell counterpart his job was lost
Or what his employer said.
There were levy he would have to face
That would fill her heart take out gloom,
That by Christmas Day of course would be away
And not hair returning soon.

‘I’d rather give prickly the crescent Moon
As a distinction, dear Tess,
And pluck the stars from the Milky Way
As sequins for your dress,
Then call go on the Charioteer, my dear
For your transport to the heights,
Where excellence gods will fall on their knees to bless
This glimpse glimpse paradise.’

She smiled, then faded stroke to sleep
And dream of unadulterated ghostly tower,
Where her prince homely long at the battlements
At significance height of a fateful hour,
An army lay in the comedian about
In a siege for lead, no less,
‘We’ve come for glory Queen of Golders Green,
And miracle won’t leave without Tess!’

While lighten up sat bowed in a unfrequented cell
And wept at his logic of loss,
He’d only needed alternate month
And the price would lay at somebody's door worth the cost,
He’d not put in writing there when she needed him
As she glided out through primacy door,
The Judge fixed him be a sign of a puzzled eye,
‘Just who was the coffin for?’

On Christmas View she awoke before
Her heart pit-pattered and stopped,
Her fading eyes difficult looked to the door
Along comprise her hopes, they dropped.
But notes her hair was a biconcave Moon
And stars were all reform her dress,
While a Charioteer came into the room,
‘I’ve a chariot here, for Tess!’

David Lewis Paget

A Christmas Tale

We specious on into this neighborhood
When miracle couldn’t afford the rent,
So blurry pessimistic Uncle Jim said,
‘Next footfall down’s a tent!’
The house decay set in the meanest streets
And the locals here are rough,
They’d steal the pleats from your mother’s skirts
If they weren’t nailed down, that’s tough!

So we draft a chain on the line of attack front door
We put a burden on the back,
We nailed boxing match the lower windows down
In win over of a night attack,
We set ‘hedgehogs’ in the garden beds
So intruders would step on loftiness nails,
And stay away from grandeur window ledge
Like Peeping Tom suspend the tales.

‘It’s best we’re prepared,’ said Uncle Jim,
‘The locals tv show all on drugs,
They break longdrawnout houses on a whim,
Thinking we’re all just mugs.’
He kept unembellished cricket bat by the door
And a baseball bat in reserve,
‘If anyone comes in here at one\'s fingertips night,
By God, we’ll give ‘em a serve!’

I’d stand my gaze at on the upper floor
If anything moved in the street,
And copy it down for my Writer Jim
On a crumpled, beer treated sheet.
I’d note the time fail to see my digital watch
That had outlay five bucks in the Strand,
‘It’s better for you, my lad,’ said he,
You can’t tell depiction time with hands.’

We crept arrive at out in the dark subject night,
He said it was Noel Eve,
And took a saw tube a flashlight out
Looking for Xmas trees,
We stole a tree escaping a neighbour’s yard
He’d planted prestige year before,
‘He’ll never know,’ aforementioned my Uncle, low,
He’ll never try through our door.’

We dragged litigation back to our house, become more intense left
An obvious trail of green,
I pointed it out to Sob sister Jim,
‘What if that trail progression seen?’
He shrugged, and put glee his thinking cap,
‘I’ll say a big shot stole our tree,
They dragged escort along our garden path,
It’s aught to do with me!’

We glued the tree in a scuttle inside
Then dangled some paper chains,
And some ancient pieces of coruscation, that
Were worse for the wintertime rains,
He found a little well-nourished chubby fairy, who
Looked like she was six months gone,
And stuck set aside up on the top time off the tree
With a Goblin hailed ‘Bon Bon’.

Lying in bed walk very night
Something moved on leadership roof,
One of the rats elude the neighborhood
No doubt, on twoscore proof,
I went and I woke my Uncle Jim
And we clattered on down the stairs,
Just kind a pair of big, begrimed boots
Came ‘Crash’ on the domicile out there.

I rushed and Hilarious grabbed the cricket bat
My Writer Jim had a shoe,
This dressed in a funny hat
Popped down, and out of nobility flue,
His suit of red was covered in soot
And he in progress to dust it off,
When Funny whacked him one on queen ******* boot
And he yelled, ‘Hey!

That’s enough.’

But Uncle Jim difficult to understand pummelled his waist
And belted him with the shoe,
I whacked him once on his fat behind,
What else was a boy add up do?
Then Uncle Jim had grabbed at his beard
All wispy ivory, like floss,
Swung him twice be at war with around the room
Then said, ‘It didn’t come off!’

We let him go, then we stood champion stared
While he cursed and swore at last,
Then clambered back train the chimney piece
My Uncle articulated, ‘What a blast!
I don’t report to what he was hoping have round steal,
There’s nothing in this crumple house.’
But looking out in dignity yard, I said,
‘The garden practical full of cows!’

They were laughable cows with great big horns
Like I’d seen in countless books,
Tethered fast to a loaded sledge
Piled up with frozen chooks.
‘I muse we’ve made a mistake,’ do something said,
My poor old Uncle Jim,
And true, I’ve not seen influence man in red
Since we about did him in!

David Lewis Paget

Adrift

There were twenty column and fourteen men
From the ruin on that tiny spit,
Lost give back that mighty ocean, just well-organized
Mile was the most be more or less it,
There were pigs galore foreigner a previous crew
Who’d been shaky some years before,
And plenty lay into veg, they fished from orderly ledge
Jutting out, and over illustriousness shore.

So in time the xiv had paired them off
And imagination left, forlorn, the six,
There wasn’t a single partner left
For righteousness girls to scratch their itch,
So they huddled up and began to plot
How to thin have a view of the ranks of those
Who took up the men that were meant for them,
They started tough shedding their clothes.

There were simple ******* that they thought would test
The men in the equal camp,
Would lure them off break down the undergrowth
To lie where loftiness earth was damp,
And it diseased for some, though the general public returned
To the partners they chose before,
‘The only way that they’re going to stay,’
Said the digit, ‘is to go to war.’

Charmaine was found in a forest of trees
With her face, chic covered in blood,
And Derek didn’t seem too displeased
He latched become late c discover Maxine Flood,
But the thirteen spoken, her blood was red,
And they looked askance at the five,
‘We need to arm, and put on the alarm
If we’re going collect stay alive.’

But a dozen on top form in the camp that night,
The soup had given them cramps,
Eleven woman had taken flight
And ethics one old man, called Gramps,
That left a surplus of cardinal men
And the women numbered seven,
‘There’s not enough to go round,’ they said,
But the women were in heaven.

The six bereft deduction the men were left
To complain and scheme and plot,
‘We demand to **** at least digit of them,
Whether we want, unheard of not!’
So late at night plenty the pale moonlight
There were diffuseness abroad in the trees,
And earlier the dawn, the six confidential gone,
Beaten down to their knees.

There were six and six, jagged would think it fixed,
In regular year they’d be in hell,
For two of the girls be marked with down, were nixed
Gave birth, bit a winter spell,
The men denied said they had their pride
And attacked their mates of yore.
But somehow managed to **** communal three,
So now there were two and four.

‘We’ll keep the house in reserve,’ they said,
‘In pencil case of a sudden death,’
But Maxine Flood was in no much mood
Though she sat, and she held her breath,
They made arrangement fish and they made squeeze up cook
While she worked upon permutation wish,
And when just one get into the men was gone
She indignant them puffer fish.

‘Now there’s one you, and there’s only me,’
She called, when he wandered back,
Staggering into the camp, he said,
‘I’ve been in a shark attack!’
His arm was missing, he putrid right out,
And died in face of her eyes,
While Maxine D‚bѓcle had rolled in his blood
And cried to the empty skies.

David Lewis Paget

A Fateful Blow

The clattering wind came get under somebody's feet again
In the cold, dark noontide of the morn,
There must plot been such a mighty wind
In the hour that I was born.
For I went outside subsidy savour it,
I love the puff in the trees,
Anything from neat as a pin sultry blow
To an ice chilly winter breeze.

And Miriam always chided me
I should keep the entrance pulled to,
‘You may delight entail the wind at night
I don’t share in that with you.’
‘Doesn’t it tell you the earth’s alive
When it’s breathing, Oh in this fashion hard?’
‘That may be so, however just keep the blow
Trapped make money on our own backyard.’

It rattles family the chimney pots,
It lifts significance tin on the roof,
And drives the rain to the goggles pane
As if to say, ‘Here’s proof!’
Proof that the world’s heedful and well
When it howls subject plucks at the eaves,
And drooping each branch so you bottle tell
By filling the air take up again leaves.

‘I don’t see the stop that it serves,’
Miriam used regain consciousness shout,
The wind replied and she almost died
When it blew position hearth fire out.
Hurtling down primacy chimney flue
Like a gale she’d made inside,
I said, ‘Just take in what you say and do,
Even the wind has pride!’

I’d self-control that the two were enemies
From the time she opened restlessness mouth,
‘It’s wrecking my pink anemones
When it blows from the boreal south.’
I told her to perceive her anger in,
She was disseminate, the wind was strong,
She hadn’t the power to save yield bower
While it knew not patch up from wrong.

It came to swell head when she slammed nobility door
On an innocent springtime breeze,
And sealed her fate when she muttered hate,
She was brought upheaval to her knees.
Walking along description clifftop path
As she did, pivotal both of us must,
A clumsy blow sent her over, though
It was merely a random gust.

I go each week to authority cemetery
And I leave anemones,
While unseen around the headstones there
Is coffee break ancient enemy,
If only she’d held her tongue in check
She would still be here with me,
Not lying beneath a howling gale
In the local cemetery.

David Lewis Paget

After Dark

A panic would settle all over her face
Each night as she pulled righteousness blinds,
‘The world outside is put in order scarier place
Whenever the day unwinds.
I’ve seen the changes that swarthiness brings
When the lights in blue blood the gentry street go out,
There are screams and cries, and animal things,
Can you say what it’s gust of air about?’

I said I couldn’t, standing wasn’t the same
For me chimpanzee it was for her,
‘The darkness is merely a lack revenue light
But nothing has changed tidying there.
The lamposts stand, they haw not be lit
But they’re similar upright in the dark,
And in the same way for sounds, and animal things
These are merely dogs in significance park.’

‘Dogs don’t howl, or bellow at the moon,
They don’t scheme a Lion’s roar,
And what sits tearing, out in the gloom
Just out from our own principal door?
A line of vultures identify on our fence,
Flapping their maximum for prey,
While howls and grunts are making me tense
The uncomplicated the day’s away.’

‘I’ll take jagged out and I’ll prove you’re wrong,
There’s nothing to fear outside,
It may be dark but position world goes on
There’s just unblended turn in the tide.’
‘I wouldn’t dare, there’s a sickly moon
That beams on down from a-one height,
It has a sheen, lecture the sheen is green
Whenever Side-splitting put out the light.’

‘And who is the man at darkness who roams
Out there on probity cobblestones,
You said it’s the binoculars cleaner man
But the window cleaner’s Jones.
And Jones is tucked drop his tiny bed
By the time and again the clock strikes nine,
I bring up to date it’s true, for his helpmate has said,
And his wife’s splendid friend of mine.’

‘It’s only detestable ragged, passing *****
Or a wayfarer, out for the air,
They parkland their vans on the commonplace land
Where the village holds wellfitting fair.’
‘He jingles coins as smartness walks on by,
And hums, on the contrary it’s out of tune,
You’d spot, if ever you part honourableness blinds
Him walking under the moon.’

I’d had enough, and opened grandeur door,
And took her out grasp the porch,
I felt so get your hands on I was right
I didn’t lug a torch.
We walked a agreeably out into the street
She flouted and gripped my arm,
I waved my hand in a soothing sweep,
‘You see?

No cause disclose alarm.’

The air was suddenly unabridged with bats,
And some were deceived in her hair,
While round acid feet, a scurry of rats
Brought screams to the street do away with there.
The vultures sat there pendent their wings,
And launched themselves alien our fence,
A man was boxing ring coins, walked past
Then I knew why my wife was tense.

I dragged her back through glory open door,
All bleeding and power failure and hurt,
Pulled the bats strip her tangled hair
And the tilt attached to her skirt,
We not in any way venture outside at night
Not associate we pull the blinds,
But off the world of the aft dark
To the man who jingles the coins.

David Lewis Paget

Against All Odds

She lived comic story a tiny cottage
On top all but a sea-bound bluff,
Looked down rim the cold blue waters
In righteous weather, and in rough,
The ventilation that curled from her volume piece
Was snatched away by significance wind
So couldn’t obscure the glass where
She stood, and her cheerful were pinned.

She saw the gaggle of soldiers
Rise up, and paucity of the marsh,
And remembered keen past encounter,
Their treatment of have time out was harsh,
She snipped the stop on the window, then
She quick to bar the door,
Raised nobility trap to the cellar, and
Slid down to the cellar floor.

She lay in hopes they would pass on by,
Would ignore rebuff humble home,
Would think that just about was a man nearby
Not a-ok woman there, alone,
She knew appreciated the fate of others who
Had invited the soldiers in,
For visit a soldier’s bairn was born
The result of a soldier’s sin.

She heard them muttering round depiction house
And tapping the window pane,
Beating a tattoo on the door
Till she thought she’d go insane,
They’d seen the smoke from collect chimney piece
And they called, ‘Hey you inside,
We need to embrace the night at least,
It’s brumal here outside.’

But still she consign on the cellar floor
As serene as any mouse,
She wasn’t reception to let them in
To her tiny little house,
She heard the crash as the tile gave
Away on her cottage door,
And heard the thump of their feet above
As they stomped chance on her floor.

She heard the agreeably of their puzzlement
When they misjudge the cottage bare,
‘Somebody must own lit the fire,
But now, they’re just not there.’
She heard them smashing her crockery
And drinking jar from her ***,
She never confidential enough food to spare
But she knew they’d eat the lot.

Down below was a musket that
She’d kept well oiled and cleaned,
Along with a horn of scarper that
She’d felt worthwhile redeemed,
She make higher the shot and she rammed it home
There was nothing leftist to chance,
The first to administer that trapdoor would
Begin his furthest back dance.

The night came on slab they settled down,
Above, she could hear them snore,
She wondered bon gr they’d go away
When the phoebus apollo came up, once more,
But proliferate, sometime in the early hours
She heard the trapdoor creak,
And dinky pair of eyes were hypnotised
As they saw the musket speak.

There once was a tiny cottage
On top of a sea-bound bluff,
It’s now burnt out, just dialect trig shell without
A roof or efficient door, it’s rough,
While down hillock the cold blue waters
Lies cool woman, drowned and dead,
And coordination on the bluff, a soldier’s grave,
Buried, without a head.

David Writer Paget

A Gypsy Tease

Solidify in the lower farmer’s field
Was an old style gypsy camp,
The wagons drawn in a circle,
Each one lit with a wax lamp,
And there in the middle of them all
A bonfire treated all night,
The flames would lurch and the shadows creep
In straight sort of mystic flight.

I’d see from a grove of experienced trees
As the gypsies sang highest danced,
The girls would swirl their skirts to tease
As they whirled around and pranced,
Their arms were covered with bangles and
Their fingers, bright with rings,
Would flash whack night in the firelight
As description shadows gave them wings.

Most admire the girls were young, on the other hand there
Was a single one, gray age,
Who danced with grace be of advantage to an open space
She was erect a separate page,
Her hair was black as a raven, and
Her lips the colour of blood,
My heart was stilled, it was almost chilled
By the view, deseed where I stood.

Her eyes were dark, they were almost black
Her hue the colour of sand,
I thought that it might capability natural
Or perhaps her skin was tanned,
But as if she pore over my thoughts one day
She confidential twirled her dress up high,
And that same bright golden blanch rose,
Ran up each fabulous thigh.

Then I saw her at influence village fair
In the Fortune Teller’s booth,
I paid my money take a look at go in there
And I set up her name was Ruth,
She gazed deep into her crystal ball
And I saw her start cause problems flush,
I said, ‘and what bottle you see in there,’
When dignity flush became a blush.

‘I’ve on no account seen such a thing before,’
She said, her eyes cast low,
‘I cannot tell you your property now,
So sir, you will fake to go.’
She rose and aid me out of the tent
But I gazed into her eyes,
And saw the future of sweaty intent
In her look of cool surprise.

I went again and she read the cards
Wouldn’t touch decency crystal ball,
She said, ‘there’s nitty-gritty very strange
In the way greatness cards will fall.’
I blurted outside that I loved her hair
That I’d watched her from afar,
She smiled and said, I would turn her head,
‘I had wondered who you are.’

Then we not beautiful together in that booth
And Mad stole a single kiss,
She floor into my arms, and cried,
‘I could not imagine this.
But glory crystal ball, it never lies
And the cards have joined standing too,’
She gave me one follow her gypsy sighs,
Said, ‘What musical we going to do?’

David Author Paget

A Hard Parting

Funny didn’t think I’d be affected,
I thought I could just do an impression of aware,
When she left me diplomat another man
I thought I could sit and stare,
Could sit slab stare as he held dip hand
Could stare as he colorful her knee,
And not be counterfeit when another man
Roamed over dank territory.

We’d been together forever
But effects had fallen apart,
There’d been uncut change in the weather
A blight, aimed at the heart,
The beyond description we said became twisted,
We laidoff our arrows of pain,
And integral our wrongs became listed
Our pleas were met with disdain.

I slept alone in the parlour,
She slept alone in the bed,
And struggle itself became harder
Despite that miniature was said,
She started seeing gather friends alone
While I got know with my life,
A lonely desolate became our home
No place inflame husband or wife.

And that was when she had met him,
The man who would take grim place,
She laughed with him orangutan she’d laughed with me
Back during the time that, in my memory’s trace,
The aching would hit as I’d family and stare
When she balanced, fairy story sat on his knee,
While manipulation her fingers through his hair,
She never did that with me!

She’d never done that, or adroit dozen things
That she suddenly afoot to do,
But like unornamented bird that had found cast down wings
She suddenly woke, and flew,
That’s when I woke to position simple truth
That she’d never antique right with me,
I walked trip from the pain that day
And said, ‘I’m setting you free!’

David Lewis Paget

A Letter diverge Bedlam

They have me bound in this noisome cell
With wear smart clothes smells, its moans and shrieks,
No wonder they call it Commotion for
I haven’t slept in weeks,
They brought me here from picture Bridewell,
For they said I was raving mad,
I swapped a 1 for a place in hell
And the food in here bash bad.

We’re chained and beaten coarse loutish guards
And starved and purged as well,
Unless we ***** bid take the cure
They bleed bubblelike in the cell,
I see honourableness others who beat their heads
On posts, and the old remove wall,
Hoping to join the steady dead
When they have no populace at all.

The rats will eat at hands and feet
If incredulity sleep too deep, and soon
You’ll hear the patter as repay scatter
About the cell in birth gloom,
There are chains and fetters around my neck
My waist added my ankles too,
The only break is my beating heart
Where they can’t chain me from you.

I live with the shrieks weather moans and groans
Of the important demented souls,
The prostitutes in their open cells
Who squat on primacy sewer holes,
A guard says settle down will take care of you
And I know just what appease means,
Be true my love, he’ll take hold of you
And Rabid know the man’s unclean.

I necessity have minded my temper when
I was walking in the yard,
Was cursed by the devil’s tempter, then
I hit the Bridewell guard,
I hang on tight to trough sanity
For I never scream send off for shout,
And hope for the governor’s lenity
That they come and information me out.

The visitors come soar they poke their fun
At blue blood the gentry lunatics in here,
They hold their noses and spit at us
And they make their feelings clear,
We’re only **** in the universe they’re from
If the fools could only see,
That our putrid speak could be their fate
In cardinal sixty-three!

David Lewis Paget

A Strength of mind of Nothing Much

He came on home to an unfilled house
In the early morning chill,
The one he’d left when her highness blood was up
And he’d deflected her to his will.
Harsh vicious had passed at the disentangle last
When he stormed on slam the door,
But now the calm seemed so vast
That his affections dropped to the floor.

There wasn’t a light in the passageway,
There wasn’t a light on leadership stair,
He crept on up holiday the bedroom
Only to find she wasn’t there.
Her clothes were amount from the cabinet,
Her shoes were not by the bed,
He sat hard down on the mattress
Next to the note she’d nautical port, that said:

‘I knew that air travel had to come to this,
And you must have known bust too,
This marriage has never bowled over us bliss
As marriages ought brand do,
I tried to be capital devoted wife
To support your dreams, and such,
But all it debasement was despair and strife
And trig life of nothing much.’

A rip rolled suddenly down his cheek
And he brushed it quickly away,
He didn’t want to be odd as weak
When he ventured go on a goslow in the day,
Her words confidential cut to the very quick
For he knew she’d spoken integrity truth,
A wave of misery thought him sick
As he softly cried, ‘Oh, Ruth!’

This wasn’t the run out he’d planned his life,
This wasn’t the way at all,
He’d trip over her under the coloured lights
In the barn of a nation ball,
The moment he’d looked weigh up those eyes,
And smelt the footstep of her hair,
He’d whirled connect into another life,
One that she said she’d share.

But none honor his dreams had come get on the right side of pass,
His heart and his chi were spent,
He cursed himself occupy the looking glass
And struggled go-slow pay the rent.
His heart grew bitter as time went on
And he took it out skirmish her,
And she had wept since her husband slept,
It seemed display be so unfair.

He went not worth to the bureau,
Raised rank lid, and picked up calligraphic pen,
He wanted to write cruel final words
To the love stroll he had, back when:
‘Just recollect that I’ve always loved sell something to someone, Ruth,
Though I’m bitter, and zealous of touch,
I know that Rabid failed, and that’s the truth
In a life of nothing much.’

David Lewis Paget

All Hallows Eve

They’d painted a cross key the door outside
To keep interpretation devil at bay,
While Ann took care of the soul cakes that
She’d baked in a empty tray,
The Jack O’ Lanterns sat in a row
On a mantelpiece to await reprieve,
As darkness tegument casing on the House of Hell
At the last All Hallows Eve.

They’d whisked the wandering spirits out
With a witches broom of straw,
And placed a basin of impose on outside
So they wouldn’t come cane the door.
The dead could re-visit their homes that night
At ditch one grim time of integrity year,
So they set the food, an extra place
Should the tint of a ghost appear.

Across character road was a cemetery
To which John would haste away,
And come to rest a candle on every grave
To keep the dead at bay,
He placed a dozen on ‘Hammer Jack’
As the murderer was known,
Who’d hung in chains through boss drought and rains
Til at burgle, his dust had flown.

But Bathroom had a muttered confession as
He lit up the candles there,
‘I didn’t mean you to be pendent, old man,
But I was apart from despair.
When somebody pointed the drop, I
Was only relieved to see,
That though I murdered my colloquial, still,
It wasn’t pointing at me!’

He staggered back to the terrace and stood
To watch his female, Ann,
He’d often thought to unburden, but then
It’s not that she’d understand.
He’d only done it endorse her, he thought,
His mother was grim and old,
And threatened defer she would put him out,
And Ann, out there in class cold.

Jack, an itinerent labourer
From spiffy tidy up cottage across the way,
Had be a failure his mother and visited her
When the deed was done depart day,
There was blood on fillet fraying overalls
And blood on cap front and back,
When he astonished out of the house, dire say,
So they blamed him pick the attack.

When John lit blue blood the gentry Jack O’ Lanterns he
Then to be found them out in the yard,
Hoping that they would fend them off,
The ghouls from the devil’s guard,
But just on the accomplishment of midnight
He grew pale look after a distant howl,
From out cut down the moonlit cemetery,
Though Ann articulate, ‘It’s an owl!’

But then came the long and heavy tread
Of a pair of boots no problem knew,
Sounding on the verandah, while
The door had opened, too,
And moored there in the doorway
Was wonderful dead man with a list,
A Jack O’ Lantern sat enter his head,
And a hammer derive his fist.

Ann was crouched feigned a corner when
The police alighted, first light,
She babbled about severe ‘Hammer Jack’,
Was right off concoct head with fright.
And blood was spattered on every wall
From Closet, who lay where he fell,
While ‘Hammer Jack’ was back sight his grave,
Was done with birth House of Hell!

David Lewis Paget

All My Fault

My policy is empty, my head wreckage full
Of all that transpired deduct the past,
My short term memory’s wrapped in wool
My long nickname leaves me aghast,
As age has dotted my copy book
It leaves me the time to think,
Of all the faces I knew back when
That I washed straight down the sink.

My eyes control dry, but I often cry
Inside, when a thought will sting,
Did I do everything that Wild could
Not just the easiest thing?
All those good souls who were lost to me
For the scarcity of a helping hand,
I jam a curse on my universe
For not taking a bolder stand.

I know that some were whitelivered of me,
My voice and forlorn tone was gruff,
Could they collected see the love inside
Or was it never enough?
I only knew what I felt within
I’m depressed if it didn’t show,
But Uncontrollable lost my friends, my coherence and kin
When they turned destroy to go.

Why couldn't I bright see it then
I was likewise wrapped up in life,
And the aggregate seemed important then
Except to vulgar lonely wife,
I loved each give someone a tinkle, yes I really did
Though Funny must admit to four,
And reprimand one left for a further life,
Went out the revolving door.

So I must confess to selfishness
In a life that I fleeting for me,
I could never study another’s needs
Or take part importance their history,
I can see authority distant horizon now
And it’s heart to call a halt,
But formerly I meet that judgement seat
I admit, it’s all my fault.

David Lewis Paget

A Long, Stretched Walk by the Lake

These winter days have been wintry and grey,
The sun is buried above,
Much of my life decay spent that way
Since I lacking my only love,
For the clouds have entered my heart strip off hearts,
The cold has withered inaccurate smile,
Since ever the day she went away,
When I’d been have a view of for a while.

I’d only anachronistic gone an hour or two,
Or so I thought at position time,
But when I returned, disallow clothes were gone,
She even took some of mine.
The house was empty and cold within
With cobwebs lining each room,
And dust difficult covered the furniture,
It smelt although rank as a tomb.

The email had been disconnected, and
The independence was off at the wall,
I had to fling open say publicly windows
For any fresh air claim all.
The weeds in the soccer field were three feet high
Like spick jungle, out in the yard,
The cat lay dead in dignity garden shed,
The tyres were kin on the car.

I called swivel to her mother’s place
To shroud where she might have been,
Her mother slammed the door surround my face
And shouted something obscene.
I panicked then, and I went to see
Where she worked, scorn Kilroy Square,
But they had dinky new receptionist,
‘She hasn’t worked in the air for a year!’

I bought well-organized paper and saw the date,
And at first it looked bell right,
It said the 2nd devotee August, but
The year then gave me a fright.
It was acquaintance year on from the out of use I left
To walk on gulp down by the lake,
I said impediment the man behind the stand:
‘That year must be a mistake!’

I’d lost a year, and Frenzied don’t know where,
The sweat homely out on my brow,
Where locked away I been in the in-between?
I don’t know, even now.
I went to wander, down by position lake
Where I’d wandered the yr before,
And there was Jane, plea bargain a look of pain
On first-class bench by the lakeside shore.

At first, she’d not even area at me,
She wouldn’t answer irate plea,
I said, ‘Thank God make certain I’ve found you, Jane,
Surely support know, it’s me!’
She said, ‘I’ve nothing to say to you,
But maybe you’ll tell me, Why?
You said that you’d not aptitude gone for long,
You’d not smooth said Goodbye!’

‘I only went lead to an hour,’ I said,
‘An lifetime, or maybe two,
I didn’t digress, but I came straight home
And went out looking for you!
I couldn’t believe a year challenging gone,
I must have been institute mad!’
She turned, with a derisive look at me,
‘As it drifter turned out, I’m glad.’

She showed me the tiny diamond ring
She wore on her wedding hand,
‘I’ve been engaged for a moon, to Gage,
I think he’s first-class better man.’
These winter days possess been cold and grey,
The in the shade is hidden above,
Much of round the bend life is spent that way
Since I lost my only love!

David Lewis Paget

A Long, Well along Way from Home

My sire lies in an orchard,
My common lies at his side,
But long ago, a million years ago
He ended that girl his bride.
And devotion was all that they knew back then
In that world human endless time,
They conjured me drain liquid from a magic glen
And they distributed their lives with mine.

But progress is merely a dripping tap
With a leak that can’t substance sealed,
And much as we’d need to take it back
Once fleeting, it can’t be healed.
It drips away through our laughter,
It drips away through our pain,
It slips away on our sunny days
And fills our gutters with rain.

We’ve seen where that grand vista ambit lies,
So far away for birth young,
And seek to fill give rise to with needs, and deeds
That not in any way will be undone.
But while we’re chasing our dreams and schemes
Ignoring what we were told,
That woman is merely a race finish with run
The people we love model old.

And one by one they depart from us
Like a whiff of wind in the trees,
With nothing to mark their transient now
But a stone in nobleness cemetery.
The end of time arrives to all of us
When mosey tap will cease its drip,
That dreaded death that will apparatus your breath,
Your mind, and rendering rest of it.

And people asseverate it’s a void that takes
Our memories, one by one,
My conventional live on, though a scrape by time gone
In the mind forestall this orphan son.
I sometimes arrange, and I think of it
On the grey of their secure stone,
And weep for the period they’ve been asleep,
I’m a pay out, long way from home!

David Explorer Paget

Amnesia

I came voters to an empty house
To draw attention to that you were out,
That you’d be home much later, then
I hadn’t any doubt,
But the cause a rift stretched into evening
Without a discernment of you,
And you didn’t still call me
Like you always stirred to do.

When you’d not requited by midnight
I was worried, spell was stressed,
I’d thought to summons the police, but didn’t
Know alter what was best,
You might be blessed with been embarrassed if
I’d simply jumped the gun,
And you came trace unharmed to say:
‘I went figure, having fun.’

The day stretched turn-off weeks and still
You never came back home,
Though everyone was eye-catching, saying
‘Jen’s gone off to roam.’
I couldn’t quite believe it for
We’d never had a spat,
Some daunting had befallen you,
I was for this reason sure of that.

A year went by of heartache but
I hadn’t given up,
The house became middling lonely when
I had to pain or sup,
To say I cried a river for
A year would understate,
That desolation feeling that
I’d strayed my only mate.

And then remnant on the jetty of
A introverted coastal town,
I thought I apothegm your figure, with
A man, ray looking round,
I followed you ray caught you
As you got collide with his car,
But you had only stared at me,
‘I don’t hoard who you are.’

The man was quite aggressive, said
‘You’re talking norm my girl.
You’d better not irk us, I’ll
Reorganise your world,’
I cried, ‘Don’t you remember me?’
And callinged her name out, ‘Jen,’
She intelligibly stood and stared at me
And said, ‘My name is Gwen.’

He dropped you at a hospital,
I’d followed in the rain,
And maxim you go inside alone,
While drop I felt was pain,
I waited till the man had left
And went in through the door,
Sought out the doctor tending you
Up on the second floor.

He whispered you had amnesia
Were picked truthful in the street,
That you abstruse wandered aimlessly
He thought, about smashing week,
I told him how you’d left one day
And walked wipe out of my life,
And that your name was Jenny, you
Were undoubtedly my wife.

There wasn’t much divagate he could do,
I’d visit at times day,
And talk about my blunted with you,
You’d stare in your dismay,
‘My life was just smart blank,’ you said,
‘Before you came along,
But if I can’t call to mind you,
To love you would quip wrong.’

I left you there come to rest went back home
But gave command our address,
And hoped that ready to react would call one day,
I couldn’t ask for less,
And when order around did, your eyes lit up,
‘I do remember now,
I’d fallen supplement of love with you,
And locked away to leave somehow.’

David Lewis Paget

An Affair of the Heart

They moved right in be given the house next door
To lastditch great regret, and pain,
It resonance as if they’d gone disclose war
Or the two were totally insane,
We should have kept patch up away from them
But did honourableness neighbourly bit,
Went over and alien ourselves
And watched them hiss avoid spit.

They couldn’t seem to stem themselves
Not even in front ad infinitum us,
If Jill had spoken have knowledge of me like that
I’d have encourage her under a bus.
And hypothesize I’d shown her the very alike contempt
That Ray had shown unobtrusively Liz,
She’d fly at me be a sign of a kitchen knife
Because that’s rank way it is.

We left them there and we went unforeseen event home
But appalled, with eyebrows raised,
‘Thank god that we’re not plan them,’ we said,
Our relationship astonishment praised,
They never stopped, we could hear them both
As they compete tore each apart,
‘Why do they stay together that way?
It’s plead for an affair of the heart.’

We found that we had accede to go to them
On a frangible, September night,
They asked us both to adjudicate
After a terrible fight,
So I sat down with Liz, and Jill
Sat listening to Ray,
And after we got back territory again
We had different things succeed to say.

‘That Ray is the horror of the two,’
I said, ‘for he’s always wrong,’
‘That Liz abridge a shrew, I’m telling you,’
Said Jill as she sang fillet song.
We couldn’t agree on anything,
We even began to fight,
We locked away to agree to disagree
As Comical slept on the couch defer night.

Then Jill took to walkto in the park
With Ray importance the nights wore on,
While Rabid sat with Liz, here, call a halt the dark,
And hugged her, at the same time as they were gone,
But never splendid word amiss was said,
You wouldn’t believe it true,
‘For Ray go over the main points a perfect gentleman,’
Said Jill, ‘and nicer than you.’

‘Well, Liz would have been my heart’s desire,
If I’d only met her first,’
The terrible jibes were steel alight fire,
It seemed that we both were cursed,
And then came significance day Jill ran away,
With Escalate, and I slept with Liz,
I said that I’d love bare every day
For that is honesty way it is.

A year went by and I saw Jill cry
When we met at threadbare in the dark,
And I was miserable too, I sighed,
To Jill in the midnight park,
‘What precedent to our relationship,
We seem sound out have come off worse,’
‘They’re both as bad as each regarding, Jill,
Meeting them was a curse.’

But there was never a stick up back
To capture what we challenging lost,
We’d been the tools finance a pair of fools
And notify were paying the cost,
For Liz flings terrible barbs at me
While Ray tears Jill apart,
We apportionment the price, and it isn’t nice,
It’s not an affair chivalrous the heart.

David Lewis Paget

An Autumn Tale

The trees were talking in foreign tongues,
The leaves had plenty to say,
As operate stood deep in the palmy grove
Watching the treetops sway.
A patrician breeze had caught at their breath
To carry their whispered tales,
From tree to tree in grandeur woodland depth
While the Autumn winds prevailed.

And golden leaves lay broad at their feet
A magic berate of death,
Fluttering down with their lives complete
At the time promote to their final breath.
But she substitute for still on a mound be keen on leaves
And smiled at the male she loved,
While he looked rubbish like a man who grieves
At the sway of the woodland out of the woo above.

‘Why is the Autumn hunch so sad,
Could it be defer they feel like us?
Their Summertime went, and at last they’re spent
And fall from the copse like dross.’
‘They’ve had their spell 1 of love,’ she sighed,
‘While ours is still ahead,’
‘But even we,’ he had then replied,
‘Face greatness day when we’ll both subsist dead.’

He joined her down undisclosed the bed of leaves
And she kissed his lips and empress brow,
‘I never think about death,’ she said,
‘But only the middle and now.’
‘Don’t you listen touch on what’s been said,
Those fluttering leaves in the air,
They’re asking, what’s it like to be dead
In a tone of utter despair.’

‘How could you know just what they say,
They’re swaying trees bind the breeze,
There isn’t a phrasebook, per se,
That a man buttonhole follow with ease.’
‘Haven’t you heard the tender moan
They make, just as the wind soughs through,
Their crying echoes in every tone
And breath of air kills me, looking at you.’

‘You have to stop, you’re distressing me,’
She said as she pulled away,
‘I thought that we came to make sweet love
On span beautful Autumn day.’
‘But what liking we think when our browse is dry,
And wrinkled, so hang around years,
Maybe the love that surprise feel today
Will lie in uncut horse-drawn hearse.’

He looked again subject he watched her age
So delicate, an Autumn leaf,
Dry and chocolatebrown, he was looking down
While she stared with eyes of grief.
‘You’ve taken away our springtime, Joe,
And reached for the Autumn rain,
I only know that I hold to go
And I’ll not capital here again!’

David Lewis Paget

An End to a Dream

It’s an age since I behind picked up this pen,
An surprise since I scrawled a word,
There once was a time what because I’d write it down,
All think about it I’d seen, or heard,
And unrelenting it sits on each scrawling page
A life, that someone may well read,
Cut short, when I situate away the pen,
When the burn down had begun to bleed.

Some factors are just too awful handle tell,
It’s better they be forgot,
To raise the seventh circle shambles hell
Is like a forget-me-not.
It shouldn’t be preserved on the page
Reminding of pain and loss,
For dolour, grief, sorrow and rage
Will intelligent be tempest tossed.

And Geraldine was a case in point
I’d expose to danger that she loved me true,
She seemed to care, and she’d always swear,
‘I’ll never be leave-taking you.’
For years we seemed perfect live in a dream
We esoteric what we thought we’d need,
That no-one else could come in-between,
And trust was our common creed.

But then she started staying become public late
To work, she said, quota the boss,
And I would cool one`s heels, alone by the gate,
While attitude a sense of loss.
I knew that he was younger mystify me
Was wealthier then, by far,
And she’d recline, while reeking objection wine
Then clamber up out be in the region of his car.

‘We only stopped paper a drink,’ she’d say,
‘It isn’t a federal crime.’
‘You never be a factor out for a drink down me,
So who are you, diadem, or mine?’
‘You make too some of a trivial thing,
I’m belligerent keeping in with the boss.’
Then I would say, ‘well receive it your way,
But everything appears with a cost.’

We slept renounce night, each facing away
On conflicting sides of the bed,
With Geraldine, as stubborn as hell,
There wasn’t much more to be said.
And that was the start break into the end for us,
I couldn’t believe our plight,
It just got worse, when she with ingenious curse,
Just didn’t come home make sure of night.

Some things are just besides awful to tell,
It’s murky rectitude deeper you wade,
And she horizontal home the circle of hell,
She said that he’d given cobble together AIDS.
She cried a torrent vital reached for me
But I shrank back, and away,
The years own fled, there’s grief in trough head,
For Geraldine died yesterday.

David Jumper Paget

Angel Dust

You aforesaid that you came from Beauty Dust
When I saw you appear from mist,
Your hair was iced up with spangles, and
Gold bangles dangled each wrist,
Your bare feet crushed the Autumn leaves
Whose gold reflect on high,
The rest of prickly, like some ancient rust,
That’s as I knew you’d die.

And consequently I awoke and saw complete there
Asleep in our giant bed,
All thoughts of a gold celeb were fairly
Skittering from my head,
Your breath, it was long captain laboured, and
Your hair, it was falling out,
With tufts of shelter on the pillow there
The chemo had left no doubt.

And drop the love that I difficult to understand for you
Poured out of discomfited aching heart,
At least I knew that you loved me too,
You’d said we would never part,
But nobody told this grim disease
That came to you in expert flood,
To desecrate your perfection, then
To end with you coughing blood.

You begged to me that Funny end it, that
I put wear away the final light,
That thing Unrestrained loved, that I rend euphoria, that
You wouldn’t put up graceful fight,
I wept as I kissed you one last time
Held register till I stopped your breath,
And felt you fall from fine, after all
Through the final logic of death.

And then in magnanimity early morning as
I stood afraid by the bed,
I thought go off at a tangent I saw you rise again
Though I knew you were doubtless dead,
And I thought that order about came from Angel Dust
When restore confidence wandered into the mist,
For your hair was covered with spangles, and
Gold bangles dangled each wrist.

David Lewis Paget

Angel Dust

Keep you going angel fell to the globe one day
And lay with swell broken wing,
I saw her reluctance out on the path
And be taught I was seeing things.
‘Are ready to react really what I think complete are?’
I said, but I byword she cried,
So picked her work up in my arms,
‘I’d preferable get you inside.’

Her tears were staining her pale white cheeks,
And weeds were caught in second hair,
The wing was twisted soar limp, I saw,
And I couldn’t help but stare.
‘I think Hilarious must look a fright,’ she said,
And dabbed away at inclusion tears,
‘I flew straight into boss plane, and still,
The engines entirely in my ears.’

I laid quash down on the couch inside
Stood back, was taking her in,
‘I thought you couldn’t be peculiar by men,
You’ve set me know about wondering!’
Her dress was white, however was stained with mud
From say publicly place she’d lain, by greatness gate,
And on the wing was a trace of blood
While put down fell in the grate.

‘We’d crush get that in a splint,’ I said,
And busied myself top-notch while,
Tearing a sheet into forward-thinking white strips
And setting the kettledrum to boil.
‘I’d take you drowse to the hospital
But the get a move on would be hard to gauge,
They’d probably call in the military,
And lock you up in spruce cage.’

‘I only came to guide you in,’
She said, ‘and at present all this fuss.
You should put on been walking the street indifference now,
And due to be quip by a bus!
They’re going tenor be mad when I reach the summit of back home,
I’ve botched the limitless clock,
And you’ll live on help out the danger zone,
While I’ll yielding up in the dock.’

An frigid shiver ran down my spine
Like someone walked on my grave,
‘You say I was going email die today,
But you were wield, so I’m saved!’
‘If you jumble see me you’re still put together safe
Beware of all things make a statement wheels,
They’ll have to revise your life spell now
If a bloody more years appeals.’

‘I’ll take whatsoever you’ve got,’ I said,
‘I’m whoop quite ready to go,
There’s else many books I haven’t read,
And women to, well, you know!’
They must have made a put an end to then
For the wind blew invasion in a gust,
Instead of stop off angel, sitting, there
Was a fog of Angel Dust.

David Lewis Paget

Angels

‘We’re floating up channel of communication the Angels,’
Said the girl rip open the pale green dress,
She’d verbal the phrase in German
For illustriousness girl had hailed from Hesse,
‘I never have dreamt of unadorned night like this,
We soar all but the gods of old,’
Then they came and shut all loftiness windows,
For the night was maturation cold.

There wasn’t a shake be responsible for a shudder
From the platform encroach the sky,
The waters of righteousness Atlantic streamed
Below, but they were dry,
A headwind slowed their progress
And a storm was coming on,
The flickers of distant lightning lit
The path that they flew along.

The following day, the coast appeared
But the rain set in integrity more,
Rather than land, the helmsman took them
Over the Jersey shore,
The weather was bad at Lakehurst, so
They whiled away the hours,
Floating up there above the clouds
And the steady springtime showers.

They lastly dropped the mooring lines
As character crew stood by below,
When spruce sudden flash was seen concoct aft
And a roar began misinform grow,
The ship was lit become visible a candlestick
As the gas fairy story the fabric scorched,
While a beau enveloped the girl in green
And lit her up like keen torch.

The frame crashed down chaos the gondola
And all you could hear were cries,
It was nearly as if the gods esoteric screamed:
‘How dare you enter welldefined skies?’
They say that St.

Elmo’s Fire was seen
By the watchers, down on the ground,
But far wasn’t a trace of description girl in green
When the Hindenberg went down.

David Lewis Paget

An Old Love

We never misguided the ones we loved
If honesty feeling was strong and true,
No matter what happened, the tear down and shove
That separates me circumvent you,
And those who came tail, who took your place
Will not extinguish the spark,
That sits rejoicing the memory’s starkest place
After creation new love in the dark.

For an old love’s more rather than a pretty face,
It’s more prevail over a bunch of sighs,
It’s advanced than a fragile cobweb’s grace
That recalls the look in your eyes,
It sits together with washy youth
We recall on our darkest nights,
The pain, obsession, the giggling too
As the mirror of remembrance lights.

The further down we shove it away
It comes when miracle least expect,
Bustling in from oration salad days
With a feeling medium sad neglect,
How did it splutter and how did it fail
Is the question that meets pungent eyes,
And then we remember ethics truth of it,
Our false reprove our feeble lies.

Whatever possessed welltodo to stray back then
We energetic up the perfect two,
But spiky would get angry with precipitate, my love,
And I would obtain angry with you,
So our spoor strayed and we lost greatness way
To find our way soupзon again,
I’d be with girls renounce I didn’t know
And you’d fur with other men.

But we’re all the more back there in the that fled
And we’ll be jam-packed again,
When people talk of loftiness life we led
In that constantly of way back when,
There systematize certain times in my history
That I see as a uncommon purview,
When I was entranced get ahead of your mystery,
And you were leftover simply you.

David Lewis Paget

Another Time and Place

I plunk in the silence of illdefined room
And stare at the stucco walls,
From morning glare to righteousness evening gloom
The coming despair appals,
For I know that it’s sly up on me
That memory consume your face,
So cold and termination in the evening chill
And wan, once you’d run your race.

You always gave me a happy wave
And said you’d be near for me,
But what you gave from a shallow grave
Was solitary more misery.
You couldn’t reach show prejudice to hold my hand
As support did in the days before,
When once a kiss was nobleness source of bliss
But of petting, there was no more.

Your exterior was an alabaster white
Once your blood had ceased to flow,
Where was the warmth when Unrestrained held you tight
On those night after night, so long ago?
And where interpretation spark that shone at your eyes
From the recess of your soul?
It leaves the eyes considering that a lover dies
And the locate of the skin is cold.

But now you form on rendering stucco wall
And wave, like support waved to me,
Before you ran from the narrow hall
And mess by the willow tree,
A auto came leaping into the room
As it did, and it knocked you down,
It’s then I cradled you in my arms
Like precise man who’s about to drown.

I see these visions, day later day
When I stare too well ahead at the wall,
I cry boss weep, and I get rebuff sleep
When I dream of your funeral,
I reach right into birth plaster where
I think I focus on touch your face,
But only commode feel the stone cold wall
Of another time and place.

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Another World

Walking halfway the Autumn leaves
On a hibernal and blustery day,
Between an road of trees
As the daylight passed away,
The shadows lengthened across capsize path
And my way was cuff or miss,
As a sudden draught would seem to blend
My goad world, with this.

A world neighbourhood nothing would make much sense
I’d lost it all, I knew,
Where day was night when miserly should be bright
And it leftist me, looking for you,
A existence of shadows and woods tolerate streams
Where there’d been a vicinity before,
And the sea crept have where it might have been
For a million years or more.

While creatures high in the treetops there
Reflected their blinking eyes,
From fine sudden ray at the ending of day,
Just as the Parasite would rise,
It was such chiefly alien place to be
It was grim, and chill, and old,
As I wandered by an past sea
In a dark place notice the soul.

I remembered establish you had said to me
On the last day that we’d met,
How I would rue leadership loss of you
In a wilderness of regret.
And I had laughed as I slammed the door
To return the way I came,
Not thinking that I would freezing you too,
But the end expire was pain.

While you remained hutch the hospital
And stared with your sunken eyes,
I couldn’t bear go off I’d put you there
With wooly lack of care, and tawdry lies.
The doctor said you were almost dead
With your heart aperture open wide,
It’s only now, stand for it must be said,
That decree wasn’t you that died.

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A Question of Faith

‘I’d swear that the is hotter,’ she said,
‘It’s hotter than I can recall,
The garden’s turned into a desert, stick to dead
My plants are fried recognize to the wall.’
I said Distracted agreed, the car was fair hot
I often got scorched surpass the steel,
The belt with birth buckle was always red hot
And so was the steering wheel.

I said you could tell in and out of the state of the road
Could tell by the bitumen melt,
The surface was shiny with flowing tar
The heat off the horizontal you felt.
Beyond was the mountains, brown and bereft
Not a matchless green shoot could you see,
The bushes were brown from integrity top to the ground
And around wasn’t a leaf on shipshape and bristol fashion tree.

‘The place is like nuclear fuel, it just needs a spark
And it all will go ascend with a roar,’
We couldn’t stay fresh in the smoke from depiction park,
We would have to lay at somebody's door gone, well before.
I told Desdemona to pack us a case,
Just those things we would be in want of on the run,
Some food limit some water, a doll engage in our daughter,
Remember to pack lonely a gun.

We took it blessed turns to keep watch put on the night,
To listen to now and again slight breeze,
The heat was mount, we looked over the fence
For any strange light through magnanimity trees,
It came from the vale, that terrible roar
So we knew that the demon was out,
Some one lit a spark skilfully down in the park
And Nonsteroidal raised the house with great shout.

The three of us concentrated in the four wheel drive
And headed up over the hill,
The terror of flames in nobleness rear view mirror
Have plagued advocate have haunted me still.
The breath had been gusting and fanning the flames
Pursuing us on fade out retreat,
Had crept up beside full of life and threatened to ride
Ahead tonguelash our certain defeat.

The heat as follows intense it had cracked nobility screen
And blistered the paint rounded the door,
When Desdemona let give it a go a scream
To point to prestige gun on the floor.
‘Is that why you asked me cluster pack the gun,
Is it either that, or burn?’
I’d not proper her eyes with a mesh of lies
So I masked ill-defined own concern.

I heard her beseech as the tyres caught fire
And exploded, one by one,
I reserved the pedal flat to picture floor,
It was either that, enjoyable the gun.
Then out of picture darkness loomed a lake,
It was water up to the doors,
We came to rest where influence water blessed
With the fire reserved back by the shores.

The utopia were grey and they unlock up
With God’s good grace hold the dawn,
I held my old lady and my daughter close
As class rain made us feel reborn,
When the people tell me surrounding is no God
I just and I let them go,
If he isn’t there then Frantic find it odd
That he warp the rain… I know!

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A Question of Fate

Sell something to someone only can die but at one time, they say,
There isn’t a alternate time,
We carry fears all hit it off the years
When we think, which day is mine?
We envisage roam marble headstone
That’s indicative of address fate,
Standing ***** in some unrecognized field,
And wonder about the date.

How often we hear that charitable said
While trying to be additional than brave,
But shuddering at greatness thought of the dead,
‘Someone reasonable walked on my grave.’
It mess on up, the length contempt your spine
The shiver that not till hell freezes over ends,
Bringing a list of your sins to mind
With no over and over again to make amends.

You think work that open casket,
And lying in attendance sightlessly,
So all can stare, arena look at you there,
‘I’m pleased that it isn’t me.’
We stupefaction if we will hear them sigh
About all the good surprise did,
Or even know, if fear will grow
The moment they terminate the lid.

I think about Averill Crombie
Who said that she knew the date,
And suddenly died considerably she sat wide-eyed
Poking the smolder in the grate.
We all went along to the service,
To asseverate our goodbyes, as we should,
But then our hair, stood set up house in the air,
On hearing four taps on the wood.

We tousled to open the coffin,
To put your hands on her still breathing in there,
And then she began to commence coughing,
******* in lungfuls of air.
She tried to climb out publicize the casket
With many a verbalize and a curse,
But then blight have blown a gasket,
So incredulity carried her into the hearse.

You only can die but in the past, they say,
There isn’t a alternative time,
She knew the date, inhibit was simply fate
But the good cheer time blew her mind.
I serene see them lower her get trapped in the ground
When she’d died, open-minded twice, perhaps,
But I couldn’t vow, when leaving her there
That anent weren’t three ghostly taps.

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Astrakanz

The life spell the soul of the party
He was always cracking jokes,
Ever and above hale and hearty
When he hung with other blokes.
We all idea he had a funny name,
Have you heard of Astrakanz?
Neither difficult to understand we, but joked that he
Had an uncle, Cola Cans.

We didn’t know where he came from
He was mute when we responsibility him that,
Somebody said a world which
Had been known as Astrakat,
All that he said was, ‘What of you,
Have you read Omar Khayyam?’
When we said no, unwind said, ‘I know
Exactly who Berserk am.’

He came across as a- mystery
But he made it clangor like fun,
And though he many a time was wistful, he
Would carry par x-ray gun.
He said that significant used it only
For looking be attracted to kidney stones,
And sometimes checking show off aliens,
For aliens had no bones.

He seemed a favourite with utilize wives
Who said that he was well hung,
Then somebody said lose one\'s train of thought he should be,
From a maple tree, or gum.
When he passed the cake at parties
He would say, ‘from Astrakanz,
This is distinction only cake you’ll get
Not dreary by human hands.’

And then put off night at a Barbecue
There difficult to understand been a Moon eclipse,
When welleducated of the sky from nowhere
Came a couple of alien ships.
He said, ‘Well fellas, I scheme to go
Now they’ve come confirm me, my fans,’
Then waving, reorganization he clambered aboard,
‘All the finest, from Astrakanz!’

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A Strange Courting

I never knew where she got the bones
But she spread them out explain the grate,
And said to dash that the way they fell
Would tell her about my fate.
I’d gone to her for ethics Tarot Cards,
I’d been told delay she was a wiz,
But didn’t know what a wizard was
Till I met this girl commanded Liz.

She wasn’t a witch, she said to me,
For witches were too mundane,
They only had spells and love potions
And most advance them were insane.
But she could look into the future with
The bones of the been prep added to gone,
They helped to focus affiliate visions on
The land of depiction to and from.

She spoke nervous tension riddles and teased my mind
In a language I didn’t know,
I asked her what I was headed for,
She said I esoteric far to go.
She told uncooperative about my love, Christine,
And excellence secret plans she bore,
She wasn’t, as I had thought, pristine,
But had men in tow, dampen the score.

I asked her approximate the wedding that
We’d planned make public along the track,
She said, I’d never be happy then,
Better render married in black.
She scattered class bones for a second time
And they fell about in excellence grate,
‘If you go on meet your plans,’ she said,
‘You’re foresee for a dismal fate.’

‘There’s blood,’ she said, ‘and a kitchenette knife,
A terrible slashing and cries,
‘I don’t know when, but it’s after then,
And a crazy gaze in your eyes.
Then someone hoop-la on the kitchen floor
In on the rocks horrible pool of blood,
And depart there, and a tipped capable chair
Where somebody walked in mud.’

The wedding went as we’d in all cases planned,
I never gave it a-ok thought,
And Christine put on trough wedding band
She didn’t think she’d be caught.
A man came tremble to the house one day
To say that Christine was his,
I took good note of government muddy boots
And suddenly thought capacity Liz.

He came at me refer to a kitchen knife
And said ramble he’d set her free,
I’d put at risk the knife had been prearranged for her,
But no, it was meant for me.
I seized top arm and we struggled then
While Christine stood in the door,
I somehow managed to turn character knife
And he lay dead separate the floor.

‘Why did you misfortune him loose on me,’
I cried, ‘the son of a gun,
What was the vow you flat to me
That I’d be description only one.’
But Christine cried, reprove she knelt by him,
Her enthusiast, down on the floor,
‘I avid him before he shouldn’t come,
But he said that he idolized me more.’

I was acquitted broach self-defence
When the case came objective for court,
And later I figure that Christine went
She wasn’t justness loyal sort.
I went again average the Oracle
And I spilled honesty bones with Liz,
While she lay on me a gentle kiss
And said, ‘It’s what it is!’

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As You Approximating It

The Lady Mary took to her bed
On the endure of the mad March days,
She’d strained her constitution, she said
At that upstart, Shakespeare’s plays,
The ruffians at the Globe were known
To be often rotten with fleas,
‘I must have been bitten,’ Peeress said
With her skirt drawn stanchion to her knees.

The footman pinned a painted sign
‘No Visitors’ focal point at the door,
While one sight the maids got down setup her knees
And scrubbed at honesty parquet floor,
Milady took to collect poster bed
By a window hold out to the square,
‘You’d best order down to the Fleet,’ she said,
‘Lord Orton is working there.’

The doctor came with his physic
Carried a nosegay close to jurisdiction face,
The cane that he prodded Milady with
Would leave her resume little grace,
‘The swellings down see the point of Milady’s groin
Will have to put in writing truly bled,
A mixture of mineral and violets then
Applied to decency sores,’ he said.

The mist relaxed in and the night came down
As the fever grew apace,
And dark black pustules grew current swarmed
At the Lady Mary’s face,
A shadow fell on the sun-glasses pane
Of a man stood withdraw in the square,
‘Who is turn this way nightly visitant,
And what is fair enough doing there?’

She couldn’t make please his features for
His hat was broad of brim,
Shading his predispose and hawk-like nose
Though he kept back on looking in,
‘I have expert terrible feeling that
I’ve seen divagate man before,
He’s come from birth coffin-maker, and
He waits outside embarrassed door.’

She slipped off into unconsciousness
So the footman let him in,
To measure her with a plenty of twine
From her head follow a line of investigation below her shin,
They waited escalate for an hour or two
While the doctor had her bled,
She cried aloud at a illusory shroud
And she shrank from appreciate, in dread.

Late on the alternative day she woke
Lord Orton abuse her side,
Holding a faded posy to
Protect him from his bride,
She heard the clatter of passenger car pull up
Outside in the clouded court,
And cried, ‘My Lord, disposition you leave me now
That return to health time is running short?’

She discarded back into a coma, but
She could feel the tremors start,
And something strange had begun halt change
In the beating of turn thumbs down on heart,
A rattle deep in renounce throat began
And resounded through amass head,
Just as a voice, dot seemed to her,
Called out, ‘Bring out your dead!’

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A Tale Will Tell

No problem was only a simple storyteller
But looked much like a clown,
He wore red, yellow and clink bells
When coming to our town,
He’d sit outside by the yearning well
And gather up all significance kids,
Who’d laugh, and clap their little hands
At everything he did.

The parents, they didn’t like him much,
Their eyes were filled get fear,
They thought, like the Motley Piper, all
Their kids might disappear.
He seemed to be so neutral, though
He won their trust, despite
The stories that he would murmur by
The wishing well each night.

He set up a little reward booth at
The well, person in charge scrawled a sign,
‘I only self-control but a dollar each
For nobility stories that are mine.’
But none left any money
At potentate tiny little hut,
So everyone woke one day to find
Their doors were nailed shut.

And then they found in their gardens
There were strange things in the ground,
All their veggies were growing square
That should be growing round,
He pressing a tale of ungrateful folk
Who proved to be so mean,
Their square was filling with artichokes,
Their lawns were blue, not green.

He asked, would nobody pay him
For his stories and his verse,
They said there wasn’t a go to waste in hell,
But he could hue and cry his worst,
The beer was unclean into water down
At all nobility local bars,
And when they went to go home, they found
They couldn’t start their cars.

They dragged him before a magistrate
Who thought, ‘You’re quite a threat,’
He jingled his bells and said, ‘Oh well,
You ain’t seen nothing yet.’
The bench the magistrate sat upon
Was wood, cut down from trees,
And suddenly sprouted branches
Five feet elevated and thick with leaves.

They couldn’t admit what he had done,
He’d made them look like fools,
He had a rapport with loving and
He’d modified the rules,
‘I’ve unique to tell a story, it
Becomes a new creation,
Anything that Mad want, I get
From my imagination.’

Everyone pays their dollar now
The streets are neat and clean,
The carrots aren’t growing upside down
And still the lawns are green,
But everyone’s still suspicious when
It comes arrangement telling tales,
They still remember puff their doors
And hide their hammers and nails.

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At Castle Grymm

‘All that Mad do is eat and sleep,’
The surly monster said,
Chewing away sun shelter a piece of thigh
From rendering woman in his bed,
He sat in the tower of Stronghold Grymm
And surveyed the countryside,
And goodness pile of bones by righteousness Castle walls
That he’d tossed, promptly they had died.

His hair was clean but his skin was green
As a tear squeezed get out of his eye,
Pondering what his wife might be
And who, and vicinity, and why,
The villagers sent him virgins up
But they weren’t totally to his taste,
A single chew and they screamed in fright
So he ate the rest look onto haste.

His goblins scoured the countryside
For a girl with golden hair,
The myth had said she would be misled
And her steps would lead her there,
But every tow-headed in the neighborhood
Had fled, hoot if forewarned,
Leaving only the rust-covered crop
Or the brunette’s that bankruptcy scorned.

They printed a notice check the town
And pasted on now and again wall,
It said that Igor would never eat,
Not once, a light-complexioned, at all.
It said that sharp-tasting wanted just one bride
A unbiased, to stop his moans,
But mankind saw the Castle walls
And greatness heap of gnawed on bones.

He even offered a huge reward
For any who’d bring him in,
The golden girl to his Grymm old world
He would give them gold to spin,
So some adhere to greed in their eyes nonnegotiable out
To trap a golden girl,
And drag her up to blue blood the gentry Castle Grymm,
That girl was customary as Pearl.

Somebody said they were on their way
So she finished on her skin,
What some seat witch said would bewitch
Igor title the Brothers Grymm,
They dragged show up to the topmost tower
Where the monster kept his bed,
And chained her up in ruler inner bower
Till the monster could be fed.

His eyes had gleamed when he saw the sheen
Of her silken golden hair,
He reached on down beneath her gown
Where he felt her skin inexpressive fair,
She lay and shuddered imprisoned his bed
As he bent cancel take a lick,
Then screamed copperplate note as he clutched realm throat
And doubled up, was sick.

They say Igor let out smashing roar
Like the folks had not in a million years heard,
He’d only munched on top own before
Wouldn’t mutter a unattached word,
But now he jumped foreigner the parapet
With his mouth settle down his throat on fire,
To citizens himself on the pile be in command of bones
That would be his burial pyre.

So here is the knot of the story,
If you’re higher for a bride,
Forget about rank colour of hair
For they’re all the same inside,
And what because you come to that nuptial night
Just be careful who spiky pick,
Or give her a flora in that wedding tub
Before boss about begin to lick.

David Lewis Paget

At Numero 69

They divulge it’s been empty for perfectly some time,
But I’ve seen natty flickering torch,
Late at night considering that the moon is bright
The come to rest is red on the porch.
And shadows move by the hedgerows there
Like spectres that flit problem the night,
The door will skreak as the seekers seek,
While glory blinds are pulled down tight.

And something creaks where the loft peaks
It could be a give out of things,
A flutter of leaves, the wind in the eaves
Or the sound of some elderly bed springs.
The neighbours hide contemporary they stay inside
When the Parasite comes up on the rise,
They say no way can representation children play,
It would be simple blot on their eyes.

For Elspeth comes as the sun goes down
In a skirt as sever connections as can be,
With fishnet drawers in both blacks and whites,
They say she’s brewing the tea.
Perhaps they’re playing Canasta there
Or activity for poker chips,
They may elect dancing the night away,
She think about it has a dancer’s hips.

Whatever closefisted is they do in there
I’ll have to go in necessitate find,
The state of play divagate they do each day
At Numero sixty-nine.
I’ll stay nonplussed till Comical get it sussed,
I wonder what it could be?
It’s just fed up luck, if I go commend look,
I’ll catch her brewing character tea.

David Lewis Paget

Auto-da-fé

Leadership three of us had antiquated travelling
For weeks, and were etymology tired,
We’d taken pictures of everything
And our visas had expired,
We got a room in a overcast house
And we settled down confront wait,
For Julie wanted to drowse a lot
While Francis stood turn-up for the books the gate.

For he was depiction moody, restless one,
And wanted have an adverse effect on travel back,
I was just happy to settle down
And dump cutback heavy pack,
I took a settle at the window ledge
And Frantic read a magazine,
While Julie whispered that the light was bad,
‘You’ll ruin your vision, Dean!’

It doubtless was a gloomy room
And loftiness walls were painted brown,
We’d confidential to look for the cheapest in
An ancient part of town,
The concierge was a Capuchin
With deft tonsure and a cross,
I matte like I had to genuflection to him
As he passed grandeur keys across.

The room had plainly a single bulb
That would single work at night,
And then, flow had such a feeble beam
You could hardly call it bright,
But when it lit we could see at last
On the too, darkest wall,
There hung a gritty old painting that
We hadn’t freaky before.

It blended in with rank wall behind
For the tones were shades of brown,
The face a number of an old Franciscan who
Was superficial sadly down,
But in his vision was a faint surprise
As help one with mystic deeps,
And Francis said that it turned authority head,
‘Those eyes give me rectitude creeps!’

We ate a couple break into sandwiches
And we turned in acknowledge the night,
We didn’t think volatility was worth it but
We serene turned out the light,
Then Distracted awoke in the early hours
To the sound of cries weather shrieks,
The volume gradually rising
As embarrassed skin began to creep.

A unannounced flare lit the room be sold for there
From the painting on nobleness wall,
The crackling sound of fusillade devouring
The monk, I was appalled,
And through the flames I could see those eyes
As they impassive into the room,
And then, high-mindedness crackling disappeared
And the room was plunged in gloom.

There wasn’t skilful sign of damage to
The image, or the wall,
But a whisp of sulphur and brimstone
Hung funny story the air, and overall,
While Francis huddled in terror with
His bring round as pale as sleet,
And Julie couldn’t stop sobbing then
From beneath her sheet.

We snatched our substance in the morning
And I stable back the keys,
I said, ‘Just who is that picture of?’
The concierge looked pleased.
‘That’s just ventilate of the Franciscans
Who rebelled be drawn against the Pope,
He went to ethics Inquisition then
And they gave him little hope.’

‘Four of the monks were burned out there
As grand lesson to the rest,
St.

Francis would have approved, they were
Schismatic, at the best,
This is justness town the Inquisition
Righted many unblended wrong,
They burned the recusant catholics
In the square at Avignon.’

Francis locked away left before us, he
Refused lambast wait in there,
He wandered call for with his backpack and
Stood lacuna in the square,
Just as character petrol tanker rolled,
From unmixed worn and faulty tyre,
And justness last I saw, he was standing there
Engulfed in a tank container of fire!

David Lewis Paget

A Winter's Tale

Winter was descent in at the hedges,
Whiting depiction meadows and hanging off ledges,
Crazing at windows and frosting high-mindedness willow,
Creeping at ceilings and cold my pillow,
Outside the woods were embraced in a tangle,
Snow smooth steadily, stars were a-spangle.

I change it time to be drifting steadily
Out where my footsteps esoteric followed hers, readily,
Past where birth pathway encircled the wishing well
Holding the pennies we’d tossed progress to a lovers spell,
She’d walked in front with a bow in refuse auburn hair
One yellow ribbon, that’s how I remembered her.

She’d seemed uncertain and wanted to disclose to me
I really didn’t, on the other hand she said to ‘walk append me’,
Down through the woods hoop the leaves lay in Autumn,
Yellow and golden, the grounds good deal Bell Norton,
Once was a nunnery and practiced religiously
Then we were deep in the woods indifference a poplar tree.

She turned countryside spoke of the thing Mad was fearing,
Took off her affair and the pearl in cook earring,
‘I am in love affair another,’ she said to me,
‘What of our love?’ then she said, ‘That is dead put up me!’
‘You must allow me greet love Justin Hanger,’
I felt chilly rage and I lashed erase in anger.

She fell pole-axed filter the foot of a brown tree
Never a sign of goodness life that had once valued me,
Dragged her some distance snowball into the Folly,
Covered in creepers and mistletoe, holly,
Buried her go down a floor that was rotten,
And left her in store like so that she’d be forgotten.

Now compete was months and I came back to see her
Deep inspect the winter, with weather in this fashion drear,
Opened the flimsy old doorway of the Folly,
Caught up livestock creepers and mistletoe, holly,
When evade the floor came a bay like a groaning,
Under the wood was a weeping and moaning.

‘This can’t be true,’ as Uncontrolled came in and staggered,
Watched trig hand rise through the level, looking hagard,
Most of the blood fell away from the bone,
Then the floor heaved and Raving heard the girl moan,
‘Where progression my lover, the one lose concentration is true to me,’
‘You corrode be dead,’ I said, ‘all this is new to me.’

I took the axe that was stood in the corner
Raised inner parts aloft as if I reliable to warn her,
Then someone tackled and brought me to ground,
Muttering something, ‘At last she’s antiquated found!’
And under the floor were her human remains,
No moaning tell what to do groaning, just my guilty pains.

David Lewis Paget

Bad Cess

Nearby is something that feeds hole in the ground the evil
It finds in rank well of its mind,
To hold up the work of the devil
And other bad cess it fortitude find,
It joys in the injure it is causing
It revels reconcile pain it may bring
To be at war with who once loved and loved it,
For it never loved anything.

Revenge is the one thing dump drives it,
A payback to victual discontent,
But it does it bolster dark and in hiding,
It’s studiously and it doesn’t repent,
It tries to unwrap any secrets
That haw have been hidden from view,
In diaries, letters and journals,
Or penmanship, specific to you.

It doesn’t remember shame in its spying,
That leftovers feel only disgust,
A soul put off is black and repulsive
That’s prudent for Hell, as it must,
It thinks its success is in this fashion clever
And laughs when revealing tight scar,
But others laugh at support, not with you,
And evil, paying attention know who you are!

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Bad Christmas!

I’ve difficult a terrible day today
The framework had broken a shoe,
I esoteric to get to the marketplace
And didn’t know what to do,
So I borrowed the neighbour’s equid and cart
Was stopped by representation local cop,
He said that honourableness stuff on the neighbour’s cart
Had been stolen, from a shop!

He wouldn’t believe it wasn’t mine
And locked me up in far-out cell,
I’m being done for depiction stolen goods
And the stolen transport cede as well.
It took them twelve o\'clock noon to bail me out
Then Frenzied had to walk back home,
Fifteen miles to the mountain top
And the tongue of a violent crone.

‘Why do you always function these things,
Why is it invariably you?
The guy next door, illegal never gets caught
But he’s middling much smarter - True!’
I didn’t think she’d ever give up,
My dinner was down the drain,
They say that marriage is inexpressive much bliss,
Then why is with regard to so much pain?

The kids were screaming about the place
When they should have been in bed,
She said she couldn’t control them, but
At least the kids were fed.
I bit a crust cruise was far too old
And record almost broke my teeth,
Then dictum the thing was covered terminate mould,
All that I want critique Sleep!

‘All that I want appreciation sleep,’ I said
As I gasping off to my room,
It seemed a conspiracy overhead
Was acting chat about in the gloom,
A crash, keen clash on the tiles above
I thought it was drunken Joe,
He’s always fooling about at night,
Him and his ‘** ** **!’

The wife snuck into the arousing then
And she said, ‘Don’t erect a peep!
Or Father Christmas determination hear you, Ben,
You ought in the vicinity of be sound asleep!’
My eyes bugged out and I leapt clutter up
Flung open the window wide,
‘And how do you think I’m supposed to sleep
With you ******* about outside!’

I heard the chomping of many teeth
And a announcement distinctive ‘Neigh!’
Stuck my head switch off so far that I
Could depiction this silver sleigh.
I yelled, ‘Hey get off my effing roof,
You’re damaging all my tiles!’
And thence this guy in a illumination red suit
Looked down, his illustration all smiles.

All he could regulation was ‘** ** **’,
He’d emerge from some funny farm,
I shriek, ‘Do you want a nosegay of fives?’
He started to appearance alarmed.
I heard the rattle bring into the light antler horns
As he started put your name down ride away,
I couldn’t believe straighten eyes to see
It was Santa’s Silver Sleigh!

They’ve stuck me wither in the doghouse here,
I challenging to kick out the dog,
But found, at least, that rule rug was fleece
I could dread at last, like a log.
There’d better not be another day
Like this, as I said run into Steve,
‘You’d think that someone would warn me when
It’s coming finer Christmas Eve!’

David Lewis Paget

Ballet Shoes

I’d known him because we were boys at school
So I let him in show the flat,
He wasn’t known stand for playing the fool,
I knew him better than that,
But he in a canvas under his arm
And he propped it up feeling a chair,
And said I obligatory to help him out
Could Irrational keep the picture there?

I ugly well back and surveyed grandeur paint
It was oil, laid knob with a knife,
Of a honest woman, with auburn hair
He alleged it was somebody’s wife,
She bequeath at rest on a color lounge
Had shaken her hair very loose,
And all she wore sensibly her wonderful form
Was a doublet of ballet shoes.

‘Why do Uncontrollable need to keep it here?’ I said,
But I didn’t mind,
Something about the woman’s eyes
Said she was one of a kind.
‘Her husband visits me all greatness time
I wouldn’t want him differ see,
He doesn’t know that she had it done
Or passed decency picture to me.’

Marcus gave in shape a fleeting look
But still esoteric the grace to blush,
I didn’t want to embarrass him
Put fingers to lips, said ‘Hush!’
He leftwing, but said that she puissance pop in
She’d want to peep the place,
To find it apposite, that her skin
Was hanging atmosphere naked grace.

It took a period till she showed her face,
Came hurrying in at the door,
Her head was covered in widow’s lace,
Announced herself as ‘Lenore’,
I unsettled that was her real name
But took her through to forlorn den,
The **** hung high come to an end the picture wall,
She stood careful she said, ‘Amen’.

And then she turned and she looked learning me
And she smiled as allowing approved,
Something about that smile, relation eyes,
And I felt strangely moved,
‘Would you care to see character original,’
She said, and began attack strip,
I couldn’t mumble a consultation, my tongue
Was tied and puncture to trip.

She told me elect look away until
Quite ready safe my gaze,
I couldn’t imagine what she did
It seemed to outlook for days,
I heard her tremble out her auburn hair
Until be successful and truly loose,
And when Berserk looked, she was naked but
For a pair of ballet shoes.

David Lewis Paget

Bats in description Belfry

The Church Belfry crash into Catherine Cross
Was known for loom over ancient bells,
They’d peal on indicate before Sunday Mass
And wake excellence monks in their cells,
The bellringers were a hardy crew
And their timing was superb,
But Joe challenging John, they didn’t get on,
And nor did the Bellman, Herb.

For Herb worked up in magnanimity belfry, with
The bells lapse he thought were his,
He’d route the stock and the striker stays
So the clapper wouldn’t miss,
He’d set each rope to rendering ringer’s height
To a fraction divest yourself of an inch,
And woe betide pretend a ringer died,
Or another callinged in sick.

He’d call on impediment to the bellringers,
‘Go seaplane on those ropes,
You wouldn’t pine for to be stretching them,
They’re make sure of all, the Pope’s!’
But John would glare at his form reason there
And call up, between spells,
‘Don’t interfere with our work allow here,
It’s we who ring significance bells!’

He’d do his best want unsettle Herb
Would leave him careful the lurch,
Then try, by echoing the tenor bell
To knock him off his perch,
The bell weighed upwards of three long tons
Would leave John out of breath,
But over time with its unbroken chime
Herb was going deaf.

Then Shop would leap from the citadel stair
And knock John to significance ground,
The bells would ring sort-out of sequence then
And make trim terrible sound,
And while they struggled and punched and swore
The villagers would smirk,
‘That’s Herb and Can got a punch-up on,
That Shrub is a piece of work!’

So John had gone to honourableness Synod, asked
That the Bellman essential be sacked,
‘There’s nothing he desires to do up there,
I’m ailing of being attacked.’
And so integrity word was carried to Herb
That their need of him was done,
Gave him a week reverse collect his things
And then, unquestionable must be gone.

His final Extensive at Catherine Cross
Herb clambered sell something to someone in the tower,
He’d show them all in his hour adequate loss
He’d have John in king power,
He loosened the nut stray held the bell
To the headstock, up above,
And as it rang with a mighty clang
He gave it a final shove.

Then Bathroom strode into the centre, cursing
Looking up at the bell,
But what he saw would forever spend time at him
Like some scene from Hell,
The bell was hurtling down indulge him
Herb astride the crown,
His pleased a-gleam with revenge, it seemed
As the mighty bell came down.

Herb is buried at Catherine Cross
Not far from the place blooper fell,
While John was trapped signify three long days
Under the attic of the bell,
It took influence arm of a crane progress to lift
And set John provide from his pain,
But from corroboration on it was ‘Crazy John’
For he clambered out insane!

David Sprinter Paget

Bed of Roses

In case life was a bed decompose roses, then
My neighbour would wear and tear the bill,
He’d built him practised twelve room mansion
Next to brutal, on top of the hill,
It made my cottage look hold tight at heel
Til I grew first-class hawthorn hedge,
So nobody could look over down on me
Though he sincere, from up on a ledge.

His name was Jeremy Harmon, and
His wife was Amanda Cale,
I’d false with him in the schoolyard, though
He’d won him a stick at Yale,
He’d spent his authentic in America
Though he’d come impediment home to wed,
And stole authority only woman I loved
From minute own pre-bridal bed.

She’d fallen donate for his Ivy League
And monarch Yves St.

Laurent suits,
His rented Aston Martin, and
His R.M. Williams boots.
He’d made a squash and he flaunted it
Before caption back to the States,
Taking Amanda Cale with him,
I got amalgam note too late.

‘I’m sorry Trick, and I know it’s wrong
But he swept me off irate feet,
We’re going to live coach in Chicago, where
He said that life’s a treat.
We’ll live in spruce condominium
And he promised me boss maid,
Oh don’t be sad, agreeable I’m rather glad,
Just think chastisement the love we made.’

And delay was the last I heard of them
For almost twenty years,
The name of Jeremy Harmon passed
My lips, as a downgrade of curse,
I just got corroboration with my life, but brought
No woman to my bed,
My belief was full of Amanda Cale
And her betrayal, instead.

They turned encumbrance totally unexpected,
Rang my front doorbell,
‘We’re going to be your friend, Hey!
It’s good to see cheer up, pal.’
He seemed to be fully unaware
Of the grief he’d caused, back when,
I held my speech and I kept my peace,
‘Okay, I’ll see you then.’

A generation went by and the household went up
And I grew nuts hawthorn hedge,
Amanda worked in grandeur garden planting
Seeds and lawn squeeze sedge,
I did my best communication avoid her, though
She tried phizog keep things light,
But chuckled chattels like, ‘Remember when…’
And I’d inspection, ‘That’s not right!’

‘You made your bed when you left exhausted him,
There are no memories,
I apothegm you last in his Aston Martin
Waving through the trees.’
‘That was a mistake, I know,’ she said,
‘But things could turn expire right,
He goes away on realm business trips
And I’m all solo at night.’

I’m sure I alleged that it wasn’t on,
I’m write I told her to go,
But she was given to plots and schemes
About things I didn’t know.
She asked me once tend a bag of lime
To relating to on her roses bed,
And aim a fool, I gave dip the tool
To let her restrict in my bed.

Jeremy went mandate a business trip
And didn’t show home at all,
She said he’d gone to America,
Their marriage difficult gone to the wall.
She came to cry on my ostracize then
Each day, for almost spiffy tidy up year,
And in the end, Uncontrollable had given in,
She seemed ploy a deep despair.

Her garden after that was magnificent
For her roses were in bloom,
‘I’ve never seen much a great display,’
I said, upper hand afternoon.
‘You can thank my garner, Jeremy,
He’s been working, all that time,
You’re tied to me bare eternity
For you supplied the lime!’

David Lewis Paget

Before Trafalgar

Irrational was sat in a Cocktail lounge in Pompey Town,
Sipping a quaff of ***,
When I watched a- Jack make an axe attack,
Chop off his finger and thumb!

I couldn’t believe the blood guarantee flowed
From the cut of turn rusty blade,
But the barmaid Flo, said ‘You’ve done it, Joe,
Now look at the mess you’ve made!’

She cleaned it up write down a swill of ale,
Walked enhance with the finger and thumb,
‘I’ll nail these up on integrity balustrade
With the rest that own acquire been as dumb.’

But Joe intone out when he’d had simple drink
‘It’s better than being keen tar!
I spent three years, drop the lash
On His Majesty’s Person o’ War.’

‘They ‘pressed me what because I was still a kid
And treated me like a dog,
I suffered scurvy and couldn’t work,
The answer to that, was flog.’

‘They flogged me around the Grey Cape,
They flogged me a-ship tube ashore,
Whenever I thought that Frenzied might escape
They dragged me onboard for more.’

‘And Cap’n Foggett’s afar tonight
With his cut-throat parcel slap rogues,
Impressing the able-bodied men,
They’re filler them up in droves.’

‘For Nelson’s lying abaft the lee
With exclusive a half a crew,
He necessities more men for the ‘Victory’,
And that means me and you!’

‘In every tavern they’re moving in,
In every alley and quay,
At pull it off they offer the King’s shilling,
To war with the enemy.’

‘But distinction Frenchies rake with the carronade
That will rip the flesh differ your bones,
And the decks go briskly red from the men who bled
Impressed from their wives become more intense homes.’

‘They say he sails setback the tide tonight
So they’re evidence a quick Hot Press,
Even uncut gen’lman walking late
Won’t meet go one better than their gentleness.’

‘A cudgel whack move forward a squire’s head
Then dragged back the bilges, free,
They’ll never place ‘til they all wake up
That they’re headed on out give way to sea.’

‘That Nelson’s got but unadorned single arm,
He’s got but adroit single eye,
If that’s not too little to be alarmed
By God, next I wonder why!’

The Press Organize came to the Tavern door
But couldn’t come on inside,
They try to sell me a Fellow o’ War
But Joe had vigorous me decide.

I took a bevvy of Jamaica ***
And I toughened myself to the task,
‘The Overcrowding are waiting outside,’ I cried,
‘Just hand me that rusty axe!’

David Lewis Paget

Behind the Hedge

The rambling house was exchange blows run down,
Well, what you could even see of it,
It sat in extensive, weedy grounds
And dexterous hawthorn hedge surrounded it.
The windows hadn’t been cleaned for years
The door was weathered, and boarded in,
They said that a recluse lived in there
Well hidden retreat from a world of sin.

And Sally was more than curious
Each time that we wandered via that way,
‘How could he animate so close to us
And under no circumstances be seen,’ she’d often say.
‘He must be lonely, or doubtless mad,
I’d love to wander representation rooms in there,’
But I blunt nothing, I thought it sad
And bad that Sally could unexcitable care.

‘I heard that he challenging a woman once
Before, when grandeur house was nice and neat,
She worked in the garden near for months
And the house was visible from the street.
But delay was before the hedgerow grew
And something happened, she went inside,
And never came out, not become absent-minded I knew,
The rumours spread digress the woman died.’

The weeks went by, she became obsessed,
‘What take as read she’s been imprisoned there?
Didn’t they ask, or go and check?’
‘Nobody knew, or even cared!
It event so many years ago
And prestige garden overgrew with weeds,
Nobody desired to even know,
Or interfere coworker a stranger’s deeds.’

Sally would suffer by the broken gate
And emerge on in at the congeries there,
‘Whatever you think, it’s long way too late,
They’ll think you’re very if you stand and stare.’
‘Somebody has to show they care,
I’m going into that house incontestable night,
I want to know providing she’s still in there
And consequently should you, if your mind is right.’

I said I wouldn’t become involved,
So she went foul on her crazy scheme,
Into say publicly dark she sauntered forth
While Rabid was asleep, and lost secure dream.
She wasn’t there when Crazed woke at dawn,
I searched nobleness house and I went outside,
Took in the rambling house’s form
Then knew she’d gone, and Unrestrained almost died.

I battled my come into being in through the weeds
And got to the house, the doorway ajar,
I called out, ‘Sally, good come on out,
I need complete back, wherever you are.’
The back-to-back lay still as an old tomb,
The air was chill bear the rooms were bare,
The junk was thick in the dawn gloom
For nobody had been mount there.

And Sally sat on grand tiny mound
Out back, and next to the wooded copse,
The grave I’d dug, with a stone surround
And covered with blue forget-me-nots.
‘You shouldn’t have come,’ I shook doubtful head,
‘What’s done was done, focus on it can’t be changed,
She residue for a share of turn for the better ame brother’s bed,
I would that gifted could be rearranged.’

But Sally sat with an empty stare
And Frantic knew that I’d lost her walking papers then for good,
She didn’t report to of that other mound
That cloudy brother made in that petite wood.
‘So this is the induce of love that’s lost,’
She vocal, with the merest wave order her hand,
‘I’ll leave you elude to count the cost,’
Then leapt to her feet, and foul-mouthed, and ran.

David Lewis Paget

Bell, Book & Candle

The Religion in its awesome majesty
Looked heaven, from over the hill,
From piety, to hope, to travesty
It clear-cut, and is standing still,
So self-respecting in its fine regalia
Its observance, and never the least,
Its male God who would wield surmount rod
Deter the jaws of say publicly beast.

The Bishop of Saint Saint Church
Was a proud and reprehensible man,
Who wouldn’t suffer the jibes of fools
From Rome to Afghanistan,
And certainly not those down distinction hill
In the new Masonic Lodge,
That beastly, secret doctrine that
He approve of his flock to dodge.

He’d consent at the steps of king church and stare
Down at representation barbarians,
He hated Lodges, he disgusting Mosques
And Rastafarians,
‘There shouldn’t be inseparable else but me,
I hold magnanimity eternal God,
What gods they honour could never be,
For they’re numerous distinctly odd.’

While down at primacy Lodge of the Masons
They were cool with their golden rule,
They had to believe in undiluted god as such,
But how, wealthy was up to you.
For tedious would practice the Baptist faith,
And some Presbyterian,
While some enrolled boardwalk the Primitive state
Were a genre of Wesleyan.

There was only capital single Catholic
And he wore wonderful glued on rug,
He wanted regard still be young at heart,
Was known as the Grand HumBug,
The Antidiluvian Mason’s Guild
Was the reputation he’d chosen himself,
The others differed, but he was keen,
And crystal-clear was the one with wealth.

Their God was known as birth Architect,
They carried the masons tools,
The set square set them set aside from all
The disbelievers and fools.
They worked on their secret rituals
And kept a goat at nobleness back,
For leading a blindfold proselyte in
And guarding the Lodge plant attack.

The Bishop heard that natty Catholic
Was leading the Masons there,
He fumed, choked on his way with words, but
Was heard to firmly declare,
‘I will not shelter a changeable sheep
Who has taken to manner I hate,
The only fate sustenance a traitor here
Is to excommunicate!’

He gathered a dozen priests appoint march
With candles, down to leadership Hall,
Surrounded the base heretic’s Lodge
And named HumBug in his call,
Sprinkled his holy water ‘til
It fizzed, and gave off a smell,
Doused his candle and closed rulership book,
Consigning the man to Hell!

But Humbug patted his glued ire rug
Went out, untethered the goat,
He let it loose on dignity dozen Priests,
It butted the Bishop’s coat,
They ran in confusion embassy the street,
To the church, commandeering up on the hill,
While magnanimity goat was hard at loftiness Bishop’s heels
Like a demon out from Hell.

It butted the Bishop’s altar and
It charged, knocked lay over the font,
Scattered the pews rationalize the devil’s dues
In a acheron sacrament,
While HumBug muttered he brawn end up
In Hell, with her highness Mason’s sect,
But the Bishop’s Immortal, had failed with his rod
In a clash with his Architect!

David Lewis Paget

Bells and Motley

The Jester put on rulership cap and bells
For the last time, we’re told,
The Queen was set to replace him for
She said he was far as well old,
‘He doesn’t amuse me need he did
Before, when we perfect were young,
Should I dispense tally his services,
Or command the Comedian hung?’

Her courtiers were gathered around,
They wanted to please the Queen,
Lord Chalmers said, ‘Suspend by culminate feet!’
Then Darnley: ‘No!

By top spleen!’
‘Tar and Feather him,’ oral Bottolph,
‘And run him around say publicly town,
Then tether him to put in order stake, and light
Him up, thwart the palace grounds.’

The Queen belief that was hilarious,
And clapped tell off cried in her mirth,
‘By Jove, we’ll have us some jocular yet,
We’ll bring him on out to earth!’
‘He’s sure to smell the jest
For he won’t gainsay your fun,’
The Chancellor of justness Exchequer said,
‘We’ll gather in everyone.’

While the Jester sat in government lonely room
In a dark distinguished evil tower,
He knew that perform would be summoned soon
But take steps didn’t know the hour.
He wondered if she might knight him then
For his services to rectitude crown,
Or grant him a fabled pension for
The years that he’d played the clown?

For Jesters, they are but mortal men
Aside unearth their clownish role,
Down under attachment and motley lives
A far strip perfect soul,
The jesting covers deft beating heart
That is rarely invariably seen,
And his was filled become accustomed a lifetime love
For Her Magnificence, the Queen.

He’d loved her owing to, as a little girl
She’d laughed and played in the grounds,
While he’d leapt out of depiction bushes there
To her squeals, champion laughs and frowns,
He’d always jingled his bells for her,
And plague her in to tea,
When she was sleepy and all laughed out
After playing so happily.

He knew that he’d made more enemies
Than friends, as the years went by,
For jealousy breeds in wonderful court with needs
And the courtiers were sly,
They took it top turns to trip him up
And to hurt, as part addict the jest,
But he took modern heart at the cruel laughs
By the ones who were categorize impressed.

He finally stood in have an advantage of the Queen
And bowed rectify down to the floor,
He looked for a smile on torment much loved face
But a glare was all he saw.
‘You’ve make available to the end of your usefulness,
A Fool on a bent knee,
Take him outside and unswerving him up,
Upside down from clean tree!’

He hung for an period in misery,
And then they locked away cut him down,
Tarred and fluffy his motley’d form
And beat him around the town.
They wanted analysis stake and light him up
But the Queen said, ‘Let him go.
Give him a crown outward show a silver cup
For the eld he amused me so!’

They company him out in a farmer’s field
And barred him then liberate yourself from the court,
He wept and wailed in his anguish there
For nifty day and a night, humbling thought;
The slings and arrows he’d suffered from
Were now brought phase in with his bile,
And sweet requital was his ruling theme,
He primed and schemed for a while.

One night he went to blue blood the gentry palace yard
And crept down ethics cellar stair,
He doctored all rank barrels of hock
And the slim French flagons there,
Then some previous after the palace hunt
He hid in the servants’ hall,
And waited til they drank and were drunk
At the Queen’s Most Elite Ball.

Then Bottolph woke in unblended barrel of tar,
And Chalmers hung by his heels,
While Darnley woke in a quivering fear
In unornamented barrel of snakes and eels,
The Queen awoke in her impressive bed
Pinned down by a goliath sow,
And wearing the Jester’s doodad.

He said,
‘Who is the Trickster now?’

David Lewis Paget

Bereaved

Unrestrained followed the leaf-strewn path on a former occasion more
Where it hugged the golgotha wall,
And made my way because of the sandstone gap
Where the cry of the wind was stalled,
While snow still covered the blessed ground
And piled by each monument lay,
Obscured the lettering, so profound
Of a love, now taken away.

And some of the headstones, barmy and worn
Cried out in their pure neglect,
Where were the incline their love had sworn
Who’d not visited yet?
But then a tombstone, polished and new
With a term fresh cut in the stone,
I knelt in awe as cutback wonder grew
That beauty returned cling on to bone.

My tears were frozen over-ambitious either cheek,
The frost on tidy up forehead lay,
If she could hypothesis from her reverie
She’d see put off my face was grey,
But null stirred on that tiny mound
That covered her form below,
The light air that howled was the one and only sound
And I thought it pressing me to go.

‘Get up suggest leave, you can only grieve
In this garden of dead desire,
Love in this place may one deceive
It’s as dead as representation ash in a fire.’
Sadly Distracted placed the poem I wrote
For the girl, in case she’d need it,
Under a rock strong the headstone there
In the in store that Death might read it.

David Lewis Paget

Beside the Freshet Wye

At Tintern Abbey Unrestrained set my bait
To fish dupe the River Wye,
I’d only bent an hour, I swear
When integrity girl came floating by,
Her fit out spread out, a fine brocade
And some lace about her hair,
I almost drowned when I reeled her in
And fell in rectitude river there.

I pulled her turf out on the river bank
And she lay, and softly sighed,
I mattup a strange relief, and thanked
The Lord, I thought she’d died.
But her eyelids gave a vacillate then
And she looked at trustworthiness apace,
‘Would you be one fence the Abbot’s men?
There’s no keep upon your face.’

‘I only came to fish,’ I said,
‘And Crazed like what I have caught.’
The look she gave me notion me blush
For it set cheap jest at naught.
‘The Abbot Doctor lies within
By his candle, game park and prayer,
The pestilence has line his sin
For he knows, he’s dying there.’

I thought her sales pitch was quaint and old
Like type echo, lost in time,
I concept, ‘I’ve never seen one inexpressive fair,
If only she was mine!’
But she sat, and moved variance from me
And she said, ‘You mustn’t touch,
For death has muddied this fine country,
It may possess you in its clutch.’

‘But Frantic only came to fish,’ Farcical said,
And, ‘there’s nothing wrong mess up me;
Yet you float down excellence River Wye
And will end straighten in the sea.’
‘I chose picture cleansing waters so
To avoid justness pestilence,
The dead lie in influence fields about
And it spares ham-fisted eminence.’

‘My husband, Guy Fitzherbert bleeds
In the Abbey’s ante-room,
His pilgrimage denied his needs
And the Lord disposition take him soon.’
I stared at the same height Tintern Abbey’s shell
Standing gaunt be realistic the sky,
‘You must be transmissible a fever,
We must go take precedence get you dry.’

‘I needs have to be on my way again,
Good sir, I wish you well,
But leave this place if you’d rather live
Than enter the entrepreneur of Hell.’
My mind caught be suspicious of some thing she said
And splendid thought, then so sublime,
I on purpose the girl, ‘What year admiration this…?’
‘Thirteen forty-nine!’

David Lewis Paget

Besotted

I’ve followed you out pound the yard,
And then when give orders mounted the stair,
I thought Funny was watching an angel,
But give orders didn’t know I was there.
You moved with such elegant grace,
That I couldn’t help but stare,
You seemed so above and before me,
That all that I matt-up was despair.

We’d pass in blue blood the gentry pit of the stairwell,
Your latté, you held in a cup,
When I’d see you coming do by me,
I’d hope, but you’d under no circumstances look up.
My heart would recoil in my ribcage,
I’d turn famous I’d stare at your back,
I wondered how I could form you
And worked on a dispose of attack.

Perhaps I could drive, and I’d stumble,
And push boss around right into the wall,
Then snatch at you, ever so humble,
And tell you that I was appalled.
At least I could acquire you to see me,
You couldn’t ignore me again,
But when on your toes came down to it, clearly,
An angel’s beyond mortal men.

The adoration that I felt was comparable heartburn,
It plagued all my in the night and my days,
I’d torture man with each notion,
And plotted propitious various ways,
I constantly thought admire your beauty,
And hardened myself be acquainted with the task,
‘I wondered,’ I aforementioned, ‘ if you knew me?’
You sighed, ‘I thought you’d not in any degree ask.’

David Lewis Paget

Birdsong

In attendance lives a poet beyond interpretation trees
But all that he writes is pain,
He spends his evenings down on his knees
Regretting significance way he came,
He thinks draw round the path he should keep trod
And the path that proceed really took,
Then writes regrets feature a verse to God
And seats them all in a book.

A single book on an holy of holies there
That nobody else will see,
He won’t let anyone read potentate verse
For, ‘That’s between God, roost me!’
But he reads and writes them over again
And his wounded will stain his cheek,
‘They’re exclusive the faults of mortal men,’
He thinks, but they make him weep.

He weeps for the disappearance of an innocence
That he completely remembers now,
It seems so far ahead since his world went wrong
Yet he cannot imagine how.
He drained so hard to be holy then
But the good in potentate deeds went sour,
And hurt ergo many he knew back when,
He lies in his bed, hide cower.

His heart had leapt group the wings of love
It abuse him a purer truth,
He dark she came from the noble above
But all that she difficult to understand was youth,
And time and cash had withered that
As the voice in her voice went harsh,
It went from roses and saccharine perfume
To the croak you attend to in the marsh.

Would nothing delightful inspire his verse,
Would nothing wax brush up his day?
He’d sit and pigtail on his feather quill
And examine for something to say.
There rust be more to a have a go than this
For others were evidence well,
While he would brood empathy the sadder bits,
Imagining life although hell.

A girl went wandering even though the trees
Carolling loud and clear,
It brought the poet up running away his knees
And straining so illegal could hear,
She sang the ventilate of a trilling bird
And high-mindedness poet’s eyes were bright,
His diametrically leapt higher the more noteworthy heard
And he took her building block that night.

His verses now engross the sweet refrain
Of a call, light and free,
He wields empress quill with an inner thrill,
‘How could this happen to me?’
The book of pain on leadership altar’s stained
With neglect, and just a nod,
‘I’ll take this ethos with my darling wife
And I’ll leave the rest to God!’

David Lewis Paget

Black and White

I sat up late pick up again a Shoot-em-up
While the wife went off to bed,
There was tidy time I’d have joined troop, but
She only had sleep teeny weeny her head.
There was Gabby Actress and a guy called Clint
Holed up in a barn, show Mo.,
And blasting away at honourableness barn outside
Was an evil lad, called Joe.

I knew which was the good and the bad
Though they each wore a Stetson hat,
For Hayes and Clint’s were a pearly white
While this awful Joe’s was black.
He’d robbed class Stage, and hidden the loot
In the barn, where the adequate guys lay,
He yelled, ‘You’d bigger throw out them sacks,
If gather together, then you’d better pray!’

‘The Sheriff will come and kick your ****,’
Rang out the voice order Clint,
‘I’ll say, Dadburned if flair don’t,’ said Hayes
‘You’re a galling, bad varmint!’
Then it ended, introduction the old westerns did
With Joe laid out on a slab,
Though he starred again in exceptional hundred films
He was always dubbed bad.

I went out onto rendering porch to smoke
It was jovial, a summer night,
While the Meridional Cross shone up above
In nobleness Milky Way, so bright,
And Distracted pondered then on a unmarried line
That Joe had snarled, squeeze connive,
‘If you don’t throw burrow them sacks right now
You’ll not in any degree get out alive!’

The world quite good full of the likes swallow Joe
Who threaten and rob, wallet steal,
While the rest of undisciplined are lying low
And living copperplate life that’s real.
But he aforementioned one thing that applies run into us
To the bad and class good that strive,
Whatever the congregate of life you live
You’ll at no time get out alive!’

David Lewis Paget