David Lewis Paget

Silver Star - 4,473 Points (22.11.1944 / Nottingham, England/live in Australia)

David Lewis Paget Poems

361. One Mad Summer... 5/23/2009
362. One September Night 9/18/2005
363. One Step On 9/30/2005
364. One Word Swallowed 9/17/2005
365. One-Sided Conversation 4/9/2008
366. Only The View 12/19/2014
367. Oradour-Sur-Glane 2/12/2012
368. Our Parting Ways 12/1/2014
369. Out Of Time! 9/15/2013
370. Overboard 7/19/2015
371. Palaces Of Glass 9/27/2007
372. Panzer 10/29/2009
373. Parting Note 9/16/2013
374. Passenger From Childhood 9/18/2005
375. Payback! 12/27/2008
376. Pen And Ink 9/18/2005
377. Pengellen 9/18/2005
378. Peter Pan 11/29/2012
379. Photographs 1/6/2015
380. Planetary Wiz 2/13/2016
381. Play The Man... 1/13/2013
382. Poems Beyond The Grave 4/24/2009
383. Poisonous Beauty 9/23/2015
384. Poverty Grass 9/18/2005
385. Powerless! 1/7/2015
386. Pu Tong Hua 4/5/2006
387. Puppet Master 11/26/2013
388. Purple Doom! 3/3/2015
389. Rag & Reed 4/2/2009
390. Raising The Demon 2/5/2013
391. Rank Poison 3/27/2013
392. Rasputin 5/20/2012
393. Rats! 2/22/2012
394. Red Sky Warning 9/18/2005
395. Rednecks 9/17/2008
396. Religicide 2/1/2010
397. Reprise Of The Fire Dweller 8/17/2013
398. Return Of The Wanderer 2/20/2015
399. Return To The Light That Failed 8/14/2014
400. Riding The Wenzhou Bus 2/27/2006
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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