David Lewis Paget

Gold Star - 4,678 Points (22.11.1944 / Nottingham, England/live in Australia)

David Lewis Paget Poems

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

‘Abis, Ackerman, Benson and Blunt,
Stand to attention and look to the front,
Chiswell and Barnett
Who told you to fall out,
You’d think this was bush week
Or a Boy Scout Camp call-out;
Get back into line or I might have you all out
Tonight…
Did you hear what I said to you, Argent? ’

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