David Lewis Paget

Gold Star - 4,770 Points (22.11.1944 / Nottingham, England/live in Australia)

David Lewis Paget Poems

921. The Wedding Of Jenny Mcgill 7/26/2008
922. The Well Of The Water Sprite 6/23/2013
923. The Whispering Wall 7/5/2014
924. The Widow Crope 7/13/2015
925. The Widow Hamm & The Love-Me Tree 4/16/2013
926. The Widow In Black 5/19/2013
927. The Widow Of Martin Black 3/13/2015
928. The Will Of God 11/19/2014
929. The Winding Path 3/1/2015
930. The Winding Stair 8/16/2013
931. The Winter Of Her Heart 1/10/2014
932. The Wishing Well 5/2/2014
933. The Witch & The Windmill 7/31/2013
934. The Witch At Arbor Low 7/18/2012
935. The Witch Of Aberdare 10/3/2014
936. The Witch Of Steen 4/8/2016
937. The Witch Of Willow Vale 1/29/2015
938. The Witches Hat 12/26/2013
939. The Witches Of Little Begone 9/9/2012
940. The Witching Days 3/25/2013
941. The Witching Of Ambrose Crudd 3/9/2013
942. The Wizard Of Barkly Chase 8/21/2013
943. The Wizard Of Clayton Close 9/17/2005
944. The Wizard Of Did! 12/19/2014
945. The Woman Who Never Was 8/22/2015
946. The Wood Of Forgotten Deeds 11/20/2012
947. The Woodland Mass 3/11/2014
948. The Word 5/9/2015
949. The World Outside 3/22/2014
950. The Yellow Bag 6/18/2015
951. The Yellow Doll 5/26/2014
952. Theatre Of Dreams 11/14/2013
953. Thicker Than Water 2/21/2015
954. This Is Where Reason Stops! 4/7/2014
955. Threatening Rain 1/9/2015
956. Three Ships... 11/2/2008
957. Three Starlings 10/4/2005
958. Thy Will Be Done! 8/15/2009
959. Tick Tock! 12/10/2009
960. Time Knows No Passages 9/17/2005
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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