David Lewis Paget

Bronze Star - 2,567 Points (22.11.1944 / Nottingham, England/live in Australia)

David Lewis Paget Poems

81. Chimneys Of Lime 10/4/2005
82. China 10/24/2005
83. China Blue 6/14/2012
84. China Song (Zhong Guo Ge Qu) 12/28/2007
85. Chinese Box 10/25/2008
86. Chinglish Ai 12/6/2006
87. Cliff House 11/18/2008
88. Cliffhanger 9/10/2014
89. Close To The Edge 1/8/2012
90. Cockroach Castle 4/3/2014
91. Cold, Cold Heart 6/28/2013
92. Coma! 1/3/2014
93. Courting Disaster 10/26/2012
94. Crab Island Light 6/3/2008
95. Crème De La Crème 12/8/2013
96. Cricket! 12/4/2009
97. Crimson Dawn 12/23/2014
98. Crossed Wires 5/17/2013
99. Crossword 9/8/2014
100. Crow Fly-Over Night 12/7/2014
101. Crow! 5/18/2014
102. Crystal Clear 6/2/2015
103. Cursed Voyage 1/20/2013
104. Czechmate! 6/22/2009
105. Dance With The Devil 9/27/2014
106. Dark Angels 8/15/2012
107. Dark Forces 9/17/2005
108. Dark Portents 10/14/2014
109. Daughters 3/4/2012
110. Daydreams 9/22/2012
111. Dead Man's Eyes 1/2/2015
112. Death Is Stalking... 5/9/2013
113. Death Of An Airman 9/30/2005
114. Death Whispers In My Ear 8/24/2012
115. Death's Call 1/28/2009
116. Delayed Judgement 12/10/2012
117. Deny, Deny! 11/11/2014
118. Devil Sunday 1/5/2013
119. Diabolick! 5/30/2010
120. Dinner For Two 7/22/2012
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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