David Lewis Paget

Veteran Poet - 1,730 Points (22.11.1944 / Nottingham, England/live in Australia)

David Lewis Paget Poems

1. Swan Song 3/9/2006
2. Black-Haired Girls 12/9/2005
3. Father & Son 9/27/2007
4. No-Name The Cat 9/18/2005
5. A Lover's Verse 11/19/2008
6. On The Death Of My Father 9/17/2005
7. The Terrorist 1/14/2009
8. Dunkirk 6/14/2008
9. Blue Mountain Coffee 12/18/2005
10. Isabel Allende 6/30/2008
11. The Call Of The Sea 1/8/2015
12. Audition 10/12/2005
13. For A Social Worker 9/14/2008
14. A Penny For The Guy 12/6/2009
15. Roast Beef 10/5/2013
16. The Crypt 7/17/2013
17. The Blueshell Bar 3/31/2006
18. Trench Warfare 9/30/2005
19. Death Of An Airman 9/30/2005
20. The R.S.M. 2/23/2013
21. A Blank Page 3/20/2015
22. The Amulet 3/5/2015
23. The Upside Of Down 10/8/2013
24. Beddgelert - (Pron. Beth-Gelert) 2/8/2012
25. Out Of Time! 9/15/2013
26. Moth! 11/6/2013
27. Merman 8/8/2012
28. Empty Words 3/24/2014
29. Family Secret 11/9/2014
30. Jonathon Brown 3/18/2015
31. No Man's Land 1/6/2009
32. The Telephone Box 12/5/2013
33. The Bunker 6/22/2013
34. Mumbo Jumbo 1/7/2010
35. China 10/24/2005
36. Dong Tou Dao 12/28/2007
37. Ice Man 4/22/2008
38. The Witches Hat 12/26/2013
39. Key To The Door 5/23/2014
40. Love Is A Fleeting Thing 6/1/2013
Best Poem of David Lewis Paget

Swan Song

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

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

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Sink Or Swim

The sea of storms came in
To batter our barley coast,
I was determined to sink or swim,
You to be drowned, and lost.
The lightning struck at our moorings,
The thunder silenced our needs,
The wind howled out our candles
And darkness caught at our creed.

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