David Lewis Paget

Silver Star - 3,896 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 Christmas! 12/24/2014
45. Barton Leas 3/14/2009
46. Bats In The Belfry 7/16/2014
47. Beached Morning 9/17/2005
48. Bed & The Wardrobe 1/18/2015
49. Bed Of Roses 8/11/2014
50. Beddgelert - (Pron. Beth-Gelert) 2/8/2012
51. Before I Forget... 6/26/2006
52. Before Trafalgar 12/15/2014
53. Before We Part 9/30/2005
54. Behind The Hedge 5/4/2015
55. Bell, Book & Candle 12/21/2014
56. Bells And Motley 12/12/2014
57. Beside The River Wye 11/8/2014
58. Betrayed! 10/9/2012
59. Bibles 3/12/2006
60. Big Mack 8/26/2012
61. Birdsong 7/5/2015
62. Black And White 6/3/2014
63. Black Gold 6/17/2012
64. Black Goth 10/19/2015
65. Black Tide 2/4/2013
66. Black-Haired Girls 12/9/2005
67. Blake - (Before Birth) . 9/30/2005
68. Bleak Psychosis 2/17/2013
69. Blind Man's Buff 10/5/2012
70. Blood, Red Blood... 9/6/2014
71. Blue Mountain Coffee 12/18/2005
72. Body Swap 3/9/2015
73. Bones! 1/16/2009
74. Books & Nooks 4/5/2013
75. Born For Raising Hell! 10/4/2014
76. Buried Alive! 12/29/2009
77. Bush Meeting 2/22/2013
78. Butterflies 1/3/2015
79. By Miners Hands 9/18/2005
80. Byron Bay 10/12/2005
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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