David Lewis Paget

Gold Star - 6,514 Points (22.11.1944 / Nottingham, England/live in Australia)

David Lewis Paget Poems

961. The Ups And Drowns Of Waterdown 8/11/2015
962. The Upside Of Down 10/8/2013
963. The Upstairs Witch 9/20/2014
964. The Valley Of Discontent 9/29/2013
965. The Valley Of Dreadful Night 4/15/2012
966. The Valley Of Maggie Grey 9/17/2013
967. The Vanishing Lake 4/4/2013
968. The Ventriloquist 12/28/2011
969. The Very Last Page 7/4/2013
970. The Village Of Crone -new- 3/23/2017
971. The Village Of Helsomewhere 1/26/2014
972. The Village That Wasn'T There! 7/22/2014
973. The Virus 1/29/2013
974. The Visitant 2/8/2013
975. The Voice In The Upstairs Room 3/9/2014
976. The Wages Of Sin 1/3/2015
977. The Wake 2/21/2015
978. The Waker Of Dreams 7/21/2013
979. The Warder Of Cruel Delight 2/24/2013
980. The Watcher 1/20/2015
981. The Watching Tree 9/1/2015
982. The Water God 3/3/2013
983. The Water Tower 9/18/2005
984. The Waterways 10/20/2016
985. The Web 10/12/2012
986. The Wedding Of Jenny Mcgill 7/26/2008
987. The Well Of The Water Sprite 6/23/2013
988. The Whispering Wall 7/5/2014
989. The Widow Crope 7/13/2015
990. The Widow Hamm & The Love-Me Tree 4/16/2013
991. The Widow In Black 5/19/2013
992. The Widow Of Martin Black 3/13/2015
993. The Will Of God 11/19/2014
994. The Winding Path 3/1/2015
995. The Winding Stair 8/16/2013
996. The Winter Of Her Heart 1/10/2014
997. The Wishing Well 5/2/2014
998. The Witch & The Windmill 7/31/2013
999. The Witch At Arbor Low 7/18/2012
1000. The Witch Of Aberdare 10/3/2014
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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