David Lewis Paget

Bronze Star - 2,299 Points (22.11.1944 / Nottingham, England/live in Australia)

David Lewis Paget Poems

1. A Blank Page 3/20/2015
2. A Chaste Affair -new- 6/30/2015
3. A Christmas Gift 12/3/2013
4. A Christmas Tale 12/5/2014
5. A Fateful Blow 6/21/2015
6. A Letter From Bedlam 12/5/2014
7. A Life Of Nothing Much 4/9/2014
8. A Long, Long Walk By The Lake 8/3/2014
9. A Long, Long Way From Home 3/28/2015
10. A Lover's Verse 11/19/2008
11. A Paupers Parable 7/31/2008
12. A Penny For The Guy 12/6/2009
13. A Strange Courting 6/9/2015
14. A Viking Morality Tale 7/16/2008
15. A Walk In The Park 11/15/2013
16. A Welsh Hymn 9/18/2005
17. Admiral Nelson 4/8/2009
18. After Dark 6/19/2015
19. After The Comet 10/2/2008
20. Aftermath 9/28/2005
21. Age Rage 10/4/2012
22. Al Cobdogla's Hearse 7/14/2012
23. Alisa 1/23/2013
24. All Hallows Eve 10/25/2014
25. Ampitherium 6/18/2009
26. An Autumn Tale 6/14/2015
27. An Old Love 1/30/2015
28. Angel Dust 8/26/2014
29. Angel Head 9/17/2005
30. Angels 8/6/2013
31. Anon. 2/18/2013
32. Anzac Cove 5/21/2013
33. Apollo 19 6/16/2013
34. Armada 10/19/2009
35. As You Like It 7/28/2013
36. At Eaglehawk Neck 9/18/2005
37. At Journey's End 3/5/2009
38. Audition 10/12/2005
39. Auto-Da-Fé 1/4/2015
40. Bad Blood 9/30/2005
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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