David Lewis Paget

Gold Star - 4,994 Points (22.11.1944 / Nottingham, England/live in Australia)

David Lewis Paget Poems

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

For A Social Worker

What spark in you
Is this that burns
To comfort one
Whose well is pain,
That turns the nightmare
End of dreams
To thoughts of worth
From where they came?

And what the essence
Of your creed
That parts the cloud
In every stare,
You spend your lightning,
Spill each need
Then dredge and heal
Each long despair.

While at the mortgaged
End of dearth
They steal your essence,
Bleed your will,
To leave you sworn
To tears or mirth
While those who care...
Care for you still.

12 April 1984

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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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