David Lewis Paget

Veteran Poet - 1,753 Points (22.11.1944 / Nottingham, England/live in Australia)

David Lewis Paget
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AUSTRALIAN POET. Born in Nottingham, lived in Great Barr, Birmingham, until the age of 13, when migrated to Australia. Lived in Adelaide, joined Air Force at 21 and became Instrument Fitter. Began writing poetry during duty crew and guard weekends. In 1976 fulltime to Flinders University of South Australia, Bachelors degree in English and History. Wrote and published a magazine for the unemployed called 'Bread'. Wrote and published monthly magazines 'Trader's Gate' and 'Central Yorke Peninsula Mercury' for three years in the late 1980's. Ran printing and publishing business Mushroom Graphics until 1990, then Cottage Print until 2005. Gave up poetry for five years, and wrote eight novels in ... more »

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  • Rookie - 36 Points Barbara Reiff (3/26/2015 3:47:00 PM)

    Edited......He has the uncanny ability to take us to places never before imagined....and we Savor the experience. Treat yourself to a Library of his works....Genius

  • Rookie Keith Osborne (4/26/2013 5:57:00 PM)

    Great story teller covers many topics and uses different poetry forms. I am now on a mission to read all of his work.

  • Rookie Amer Jaganjac (2/22/2013 5:29:00 PM)

    Great poetry! Cheers man!

  • Rookie Rebekah Gamble (6/30/2008 11:46:00 PM)

    This man has a truly unique voice in poetry. His work is riddled with personality and the jargon of life.

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Best Poem of David Lewis Paget

Swan Song

Her hair was as black as a starling's tail,
Her cheeks as pale as a swan,
Her eyes, like two slim moonstones, glowed
And her mouth was the Holy Grail.
She'd played in the dirt of the village street
So long ago, so long...
She'd swum in the pools of the mountain stream,
But now, that girl had gone.

While I still rise with the early bird
To tend to my father's fields,
As the only son of an only son
I watched the woman leave.
She cried sweet tears as she said farewell
And vowed to come back, and soon,
But the village streets of a western ...

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