David Lewis Paget

Gold Star - 4,540 Points (22.11.1944 / Nottingham, England/live in Australia)

David Lewis Paget Poems

41. Audition 10/12/2005
42. Auto-Da-Fé 1/4/2015
43. Bad Blood 9/30/2005
44. Bad Cess 4/3/2016
45. Bad Christmas! 12/24/2014
46. Barton Leas 3/14/2009
47. Bats In The Belfry 7/16/2014
48. Beached Morning 9/17/2005
49. Bed & The Wardrobe 1/18/2015
50. Bed Of Roses 8/11/2014
51. Beddgelert - (Pron. Beth-Gelert) 2/8/2012
52. Before I Forget... 6/26/2006
53. Before Trafalgar 12/15/2014
54. Before We Part 9/30/2005
55. Behind The Hedge 5/4/2015
56. Bell, Book & Candle 12/21/2014
57. Bells And Motley 12/12/2014
58. Bereaved -new- 7/26/2016
59. Beside The River Wye 11/8/2014
60. Betrayed! 10/9/2012
61. Bibles 3/12/2006
62. Big Mack 8/26/2012
63. Birdsong 7/5/2015
64. Black And White 6/3/2014
65. Black Gold 6/17/2012
66. Black Goth 10/19/2015
67. Black Tide 2/4/2013
68. Black-Haired Girls 12/9/2005
69. Blake - (Before Birth) . 9/30/2005
70. Bleak Psychosis 2/17/2013
71. Blind Man's Buff 10/5/2012
72. Blood, Red Blood... 9/6/2014
73. Blue Mountain Coffee 12/18/2005
74. Body Swap 3/9/2015
75. Bon Voyage 2/23/2016
76. Bones! 1/16/2009
77. Books & Nooks 4/5/2013
78. Born For Raising Hell! 10/4/2014
79. Buried Alive! 12/29/2009
80. Bush Meeting 2/22/2013
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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