David Lewis Paget

Gold Star - 7,362 Points (22.11.1944 / Nottingham, England/live in Australia)

David Lewis Paget Poems

1. The Painting -new- 5/27/2017
2. A Gypsy Tease -new- 5/16/2017
3. Two Brothers -new- 5/19/2017
4. Of Comets And Bats -new- 5/22/2017
5. The Visitor -new- 5/24/2017
6. Death Wish -new- 5/25/2017
7. The House In The Lane 11/4/2015
8. A Question Of Faith 11/10/2015
9. Goblin Dell 11/11/2015
10. The Abbot's Loft 11/13/2015
11. The Poetry Barn 11/22/2015
12. Into The Light 11/22/2015
13. Crossing The Bridge 11/24/2015
14. The Rescue 10/12/2015
15. Waiting For You! 10/18/2015
16. Black Goth 10/19/2015
17. The Monster & The Candle 12/2/2015
18. The Conquistador 12/6/2015
19. Guardians Of The Chest 12/12/2015
20. Slither And Scale 12/15/2015
21. The Jacaranda Tree 3/11/2016
22. Whispering Walls 3/21/2016
23. Lost Moment 3/22/2016
24. Bad Cess 4/3/2016
25. The Witch Of Steen 4/8/2016
26. Sticks & Stones 4/12/2016
27. The Bride Of Storm 4/17/2016
28. The Gas Lamp Ghost 4/24/2016
29. Drive By 4/26/2016
30. The Home-Coming 5/13/2016
31. The Homecoming-2 5/13/2016
32. The Church Of De Angelo 5/17/2016
33. The Last Day 5/29/2016
34. The Rainwater Barrel 6/14/2016
35. The Singer 6/22/2016
36. The Angel In The Bank 7/14/2016
37. Bereaved 7/26/2016
38. The Submarine 7/27/2016
39. The Poet Tree 8/5/2016
40. Bone Reef 8/8/2016
Best Poem of David Lewis Paget

Swan Song

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

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

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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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