David Lewis Paget

Veteran Poet - 1,884 Points (22.11.1944 / Nottingham, England/live in Australia)

David Lewis Paget Poems

81. Cliffhanger 9/10/2014
82. Close To The Edge 1/8/2012
83. Cockroach Castle 4/3/2014
84. Cold, Cold Heart 6/28/2013
85. Coma! 1/3/2014
86. Courting Disaster 10/26/2012
87. Crab Island Light 6/3/2008
88. Crème De La Crème 12/8/2013
89. Cricket! 12/4/2009
90. Crimson Dawn 12/23/2014
91. Crossed Wires 5/17/2013
92. Crossword 9/8/2014
93. Crow Fly-Over Night 12/7/2014
94. Crow! 5/18/2014
95. Cursed Voyage 1/20/2013
96. Czechmate! 6/22/2009
97. Dance With The Devil 9/27/2014
98. Dark Angels 8/15/2012
99. Dark Forces 9/17/2005
100. Dark Portents 10/14/2014
101. Daughters 3/4/2012
102. Daydreams 9/22/2012
103. Dead Man's Eyes 1/2/2015
104. Death Is Stalking... 5/9/2013
105. Death Of An Airman 9/30/2005
106. Death Whispers In My Ear 8/24/2012
107. Death's Call 1/28/2009
108. Delayed Judgement 12/10/2012
109. Deny, Deny! 11/11/2014
110. Devil Sunday 1/5/2013
111. Diabolick! 5/30/2010
112. Dinner For Two 7/22/2012
113. Distance Never Lies! 9/28/2014
114. Do What You Will. 9/27/2007
115. Does She Stalk Pathways 9/17/2005
116. Dong Tou Dao 12/28/2007
117. Don'T Come Here Anymore! 12/2/2014
118. Don'T Let Me Die In China, Lord! 5/21/2006
119. Doppelgänger 9/7/2008
120. Dorazamite 2/20/2014
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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Maidenhair

The grave they kept on the lonely beach
Lay under a foot of lime,
Most of the pile had washed away
With rain, and the tides of time,
It had been so long since its stone was laid
As a warning to who went there,
The rough-cut name had begun to fade,
To the solitary word, ‘Despair! ’

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