David Lewis Paget

Gold Star - 6,961 Points (22.11.1944 / Nottingham, England/live in Australia)

David Lewis Paget Poems

1081. Voice In The Wind 9/4/2012
1082. Waiting For You! 10/18/2015
1083. Walking On Broken Glass 9/22/2016
1084. Walpurgisnacht 12/30/2012
1085. War Of Words 10/15/2013
1086. Waters Into Wine 9/17/2005
1087. Wattle & Daub 6/3/2009
1088. Waxwork 4/12/2013
1089. Wedlock 3/1/2016
1090. Well We Might 9/18/2005
1091. What Happened To The Day? 10/17/2008
1092. What Happens? 12/26/2014
1093. What's In A Name? 5/7/2008
1094. When Our Days Are Minutes... 9/17/2005
1095. When Peggity Pulled The Cord 5/16/2013
1096. When The Welsh Of Wales Go Home 9/18/2005
1097. Where Are The Birds Of Wenzhou, Bei Bei 11/8/2005
1098. While I Write And Breathe... 3/8/2008
1099. Whispering Walls 3/21/2016
1100. White Horses 9/18/2005
1101. Who Cares? 9/30/2005
1102. Why Does My Faith... 10/23/2007
1103. Widdershins 6/20/2012
1104. Winter Comes... 3/15/2008
1105. Witching Kate 1/4/2017
1106. Woman 3/30/2008
1107. Woman In Black 11/4/2012
1108. Woman In Child 9/18/2005
1109. Woman Of Stone 3/15/2012
1110. Wood Men 1/25/2013
1111. Words 9/30/2005
1112. Would He Even Know Me Now? 3/4/2008
1113. Wrong Mountain! 12/18/2014
1114. Wry! 11/6/2009
1115. Www. 6/9/2008
1116. Wych Elm 9/18/2005
1117. Yellow Moss 8/15/2016
1118. Yesterdays Lost 2/11/2013
1119. Yggdrasil 10/27/2009
1120. You Can'T Come In! 7/17/2014
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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