David Lewis Paget

Gold Star - 6,982 Points (22.11.1944 / Nottingham, England/live in Australia)

David Lewis Paget Poems

921. The Shopfront Fire 6/8/2015
922. The Sin Eater 5/15/2014
923. The Singer 6/22/2016
924. The Slag Heap 1/8/2016
925. The Smuggler -new- 4/13/2017
926. The Snake 4/27/2013
927. The Snow Queen 1/18/2013
928. The Sooth-Sayer 2/6/2013
929. The Soul Collector 1/4/2013
930. The Sound Of The Spheres 7/25/2012
931. The Spawn Of War 4/8/2015
932. The Spectre 3/16/2017
933. The Spitfire 2/19/2012
934. The Spyders 8/20/2014
935. The Stake 6/6/2012
936. The Stalker 11/16/2012
937. The Stand-Over Man 7/5/2015
938. The Star 9/18/2005
939. The Starlings Have To Be Fed! 4/28/2015
940. The Stepfather 6/22/2015
941. The Stoker 3/19/2009
942. The Storm & The Tall-Ship Pier 11/2/2013
943. The Storyline 8/20/2013
944. The Storyteller 8/22/2014
945. The Strongman 11/10/2016
946. The Submarine 7/27/2016
947. The Switch 8/14/2015
948. The Tale On A Bloodied Screed 12/29/2014
949. The Tale That Couldn'T Be Told 5/20/2015
950. The Tattooed Man 8/24/2010
951. The Telegram 9/30/2005
952. The Telephone Box 12/5/2013
953. The Temptation 1/10/2015
954. The Temptress 10/10/2016
955. The Ten-0-One 10/9/2015
956. The Terror 11/24/2014
957. The Terrorist 1/14/2009
958. The Thing In The Tent 7/19/2013
959. The Threat Of The Weaker Sex 12/18/2014
960. The Tide Is Coming In! 7/30/2014
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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