David Lewis Paget

Silver Star - 4,428 Points (22.11.1944 / Nottingham, England/live in Australia)

David Lewis Paget Poems

921. The Witch At Arbor Low 7/18/2012
922. The Witch Of Aberdare 10/3/2014
923. The Witch Of Steen 4/8/2016
924. The Witch Of Willow Vale 1/29/2015
925. The Witches Hat 12/26/2013
926. The Witches Of Little Begone 9/9/2012
927. The Witching Days 3/25/2013
928. The Witching Of Ambrose Crudd 3/9/2013
929. The Wizard Of Barkly Chase 8/21/2013
930. The Wizard Of Clayton Close 9/17/2005
931. The Wizard Of Did! 12/19/2014
932. The Woman Who Never Was 8/22/2015
933. The Wood Of Forgotten Deeds 11/20/2012
934. The Woodland Mass 3/11/2014
935. The Word 5/9/2015
936. The World Outside 3/22/2014
937. The Yellow Bag 6/18/2015
938. The Yellow Doll 5/26/2014
939. Theatre Of Dreams 11/14/2013
940. Thicker Than Water 2/21/2015
941. This Is Where Reason Stops! 4/7/2014
942. Threatening Rain 1/9/2015
943. Three Ships... 11/2/2008
944. Three Starlings 10/4/2005
945. Thy Will Be Done! 8/15/2009
946. Tick Tock! 12/10/2009
947. Time Knows No Passages 9/17/2005
948. Time Out! 3/16/2013
949. To Bed! To Bed! 1/25/2015
950. To Fox And Hounds 8/19/2015
951. To My 7 Children 3/16/2009
952. To My Wives 12/24/2007
953. To Sleep, Perchance To Dream 3/25/2013
954. Tongues Of Thorns 9/18/2005
955. Tongue-Tied 3/14/2015
956. Too Many Women 9/21/2014
957. Topsy Turvy 5/25/2014
958. Toxic Assets 3/28/2009
959. Trench Warfare 9/30/2005
960. Trick Or Treat 10/31/2014
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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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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