David Lewis Paget

Gold Star - 4,746 Points (22.11.1944 / Nottingham, England/live in Australia)

David Lewis Paget Poems

81. Books & Nooks 4/5/2013
82. Born For Raising Hell! 10/4/2014
83. Buried Alive! 12/29/2009
84. Bush Meeting 2/22/2013
85. Butterflies 1/3/2015
86. By Miners Hands 9/18/2005
87. Byron Bay 10/12/2005
88. Castle Walls 9/18/2005
89. Catherine Gables 9/17/2005
90. Charlie's Room 3/19/2014
91. Chimneys Of Lime 10/4/2005
92. China 10/24/2005
93. China Blue 6/14/2012
94. China Song (Zhong Guo Ge Qu) 12/28/2007
95. Chinese Box 10/25/2008
96. Chinglish Ai 12/6/2006
97. Cliff House 11/18/2008
98. Cliffhanger 9/10/2014
99. Close To The Edge 1/8/2012
100. Cock O' The North 1/25/2016
101. Cockroach Castle 4/3/2014
102. Cold, Cold Heart 6/28/2013
103. Coma! 1/3/2014
104. Courting Disaster 10/26/2012
105. Crab Island Light 6/3/2008
106. Crème De La Crème 12/8/2013
107. Cricket! 12/4/2009
108. Crimson Dawn 12/23/2014
109. Crossed Wires 5/17/2013
110. Crossing The Bridge 11/24/2015
111. Crossword 9/8/2014
112. Crow Fly-Over Night 12/7/2014
113. Crow! 5/18/2014
114. Crystal Clear 6/2/2015
115. Cursed Voyage 1/20/2013
116. Czechmate! 6/22/2009
117. Dance With The Devil 9/27/2014
118. Dark Angels 8/15/2012
119. Dark Forces 9/17/2005
120. Dark Portents 10/14/2014
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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