David Lewis Paget

Bronze Star - 2,299 Points (22.11.1944 / Nottingham, England/live in Australia)

David Lewis Paget Poems

761. The Serpent In The Pool 8/4/2013
762. The Seventh Floor 12/9/2013
763. The Shadow Makers 12/23/2014
764. The Shadow Of Elspeth Brown 5/22/2012
765. The Shopfront Fire 6/8/2015
766. The Sin Eater 5/15/2014
767. The Snake 4/27/2013
768. The Snow Queen 1/18/2013
769. The Sooth-Sayer 2/6/2013
770. The Soul Collector 1/4/2013
771. The Sound Of The Spheres 7/25/2012
772. The Spawn Of War 4/8/2015
773. The Spitfire 2/19/2012
774. The Spyders 8/20/2014
775. The Stake 6/6/2012
776. The Stalker 11/16/2012
777. The Stand-Over Man -new- 7/5/2015
778. The Star 9/18/2005
779. The Starlings Have To Be Fed! 4/28/2015
780. The Stepfather 6/22/2015
781. The Stoker 3/19/2009
782. The Storm & The Tall-Ship Pier 11/2/2013
783. The Storyline 8/20/2013
784. The Storyteller 8/22/2014
785. The Tale On A Bloodied Screed 12/29/2014
786. The Tale That Couldn'T Be Told 5/20/2015
787. The Tattooed Man 8/24/2010
788. The Telegram 9/30/2005
789. The Telephone Box 12/5/2013
790. The Temptation 1/10/2015
791. The Terror 11/24/2014
792. The Terrorist 1/14/2009
793. The Thing In The Tent 7/19/2013
794. The Threat Of The Weaker Sex 12/18/2014
795. The Tide Is Coming In! 7/30/2014
796. The Tiger 9/18/2005
797. The Time Has Come... 4/11/2008
798. The Timeless Cave In The Cliff 9/15/2014
799. The Toadstool Man 12/7/2013
800. The Tourist Plan 7/27/2012
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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