David Lewis Paget

Bronze Star - 2,299 Points (22.11.1944 / Nottingham, England/live in Australia)

David Lewis Paget Poems

81. China 10/24/2005
82. China Blue 6/14/2012
83. China Song (Zhong Guo Ge Qu) 12/28/2007
84. Chinese Box 10/25/2008
85. Chinglish Ai 12/6/2006
86. Cliff House 11/18/2008
87. Cliffhanger 9/10/2014
88. Close To The Edge 1/8/2012
89. Cockroach Castle 4/3/2014
90. Cold, Cold Heart 6/28/2013
91. Coma! 1/3/2014
92. Courting Disaster 10/26/2012
93. Crab Island Light 6/3/2008
94. Crème De La Crème 12/8/2013
95. Cricket! 12/4/2009
96. Crimson Dawn 12/23/2014
97. Crossed Wires 5/17/2013
98. Crossword 9/8/2014
99. Crow Fly-Over Night 12/7/2014
100. Crow! 5/18/2014
101. Crystal Clear 6/2/2015
102. Cursed Voyage 1/20/2013
103. Czechmate! 6/22/2009
104. Dance With The Devil 9/27/2014
105. Dark Angels 8/15/2012
106. Dark Forces 9/17/2005
107. Dark Portents 10/14/2014
108. Daughters 3/4/2012
109. Daydreams 9/22/2012
110. Dead Man's Eyes 1/2/2015
111. Death Is Stalking... 5/9/2013
112. Death Of An Airman 9/30/2005
113. Death Whispers In My Ear 8/24/2012
114. Death's Call 1/28/2009
115. Delayed Judgement 12/10/2012
116. Deny, Deny! 11/11/2014
117. Devil Sunday 1/5/2013
118. Diabolick! 5/30/2010
119. Dinner For Two 7/22/2012
120. Distance Never Lies! 9/28/2014
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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