David Lewis Paget

Silver Star - 3,896 Points (22.11.1944 / Nottingham, England/live in Australia)

David Lewis Paget Poems

921. The Yellow Doll 5/26/2014
922. Theatre Of Dreams 11/14/2013
923. Thicker Than Water 2/21/2015
924. This Is Where Reason Stops! 4/7/2014
925. Threatening Rain 1/9/2015
926. Three Ships... 11/2/2008
927. Three Starlings 10/4/2005
928. Thy Will Be Done! 8/15/2009
929. Tick Tock! 12/10/2009
930. Time Knows No Passages 9/17/2005
931. Time Out! 3/16/2013
932. To Bed! To Bed! 1/25/2015
933. To Fox And Hounds 8/19/2015
934. To My 7 Children 3/16/2009
935. To My Wives 12/24/2007
936. To Sleep, Perchance To Dream 3/25/2013
937. Tongues Of Thorns 9/18/2005
938. Tongue-Tied 3/14/2015
939. Too Many Women 9/21/2014
940. Topsy Turvy 5/25/2014
941. Toxic Assets 3/28/2009
942. Trench Warfare 9/30/2005
943. Trick Or Treat 10/31/2014
944. Trip To Nowhere 6/20/2010
945. Turn Of The Knife 12/28/2015
946. Twenty Years Down - (The Beatles) 10/4/2005
947. Two Hundred Years After Cook 9/28/2005
948. Two Paths... 1/1/2015
949. Two Pigeons 1/18/2014
950. Uncle 2/1/2013
951. Under The City Streets 3/14/2013
952. Underneath The Ice 4/17/2012
953. Up In The Attic 9/20/2012
954. Vain Imaginings 9/18/2005
955. Vanishing Point 11/9/2012
956. Ve Haf Vays... 6/7/2009
957. Voice In The Wind 9/4/2012
958. Waiting For You! 10/18/2015
959. Walpurgisnacht 12/30/2012
960. War Of Words 10/15/2013
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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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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