David Lewis Paget

Bronze Star - 2,849 Points (22.11.1944 / Nottingham, England/live in Australia)

David Lewis Paget Poems

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