David Lewis Paget

Bronze Star - 2,520 Points (22.11.1944 / Nottingham, England/live in Australia)

David Lewis Paget Poems

361. Poems Beyond The Grave 4/24/2009
362. Poverty Grass 9/18/2005
363. Powerless! 1/7/2015
364. Pu Tong Hua 4/5/2006
365. Puppet Master 11/26/2013
366. Purple Doom! 3/3/2015
367. Rag & Reed 4/2/2009
368. Raising The Demon 2/5/2013
369. Rank Poison 3/27/2013
370. Rasputin 5/20/2012
371. Rats! 2/22/2012
372. Red Sky Warning 9/18/2005
373. Rednecks 9/17/2008
374. Religicide 2/1/2010
375. Reprise Of The Fire Dweller 8/17/2013
376. Return Of The Wanderer 2/20/2015
377. Return To The Light That Failed 8/14/2014
378. Riding The Wenzhou Bus 2/27/2006
379. Roast Beef 10/5/2013
380. Robbing The Tomb 1/15/2010
381. Robot City 9/2/2012
382. Rocky Ground 3/18/2014
383. Romany Girl 9/17/2005
384. S.O.S. 10/8/2008
385. Salomé 11/13/2008
386. Saltwater Creek 9/30/2013
387. Sanctuary 9/18/2005
388. Sandcastles 2/6/2009
389. Saving Grace 1/4/2014
390. Saving The Sea 10/14/2013
391. Scene From A Yamaha 10/4/2005
392. Scrawled Silence 2/20/2008
393. Sea And Shore 9/29/2005
394. Shadow Makers 6/28/2015
395. She Loves Me Not... 6/2/2015
396. She Who Knows All... 4/20/2013
397. Ship To Shore 9/18/2005
398. Shoes 2/20/2008
399. Shooting Star 6/2/2014
400. Short Shrift 9/21/2005
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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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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