David Lewis Paget

Bronze Star - 2,849 Points (22.11.1944 / Nottingham, England/live in Australia)

David Lewis Paget Poems

921. Wattle & Daub 6/3/2009
922. Waxwork 4/12/2013
923. Well We Might 9/18/2005
924. What Happened To The Day? 10/17/2008
925. What Happens? 12/26/2014
926. What's In A Name? 5/7/2008
927. When Our Days Are Minutes... 9/17/2005
928. When Peggity Pulled The Cord 5/16/2013
929. When The Welsh Of Wales Go Home 9/18/2005
930. Where Are The Birds Of Wenzhou, Bei Bei 11/8/2005
931. While I Write And Breathe... 3/8/2008
932. White Horses 9/18/2005
933. Who Cares? 9/30/2005
934. Why Does My Faith... 10/23/2007
935. Widdershins 6/20/2012
936. Winter Comes... 3/15/2008
937. Woman 3/30/2008
938. Woman In Black 11/4/2012
939. Woman In Child 9/18/2005
940. Woman Of Stone 3/15/2012
941. Wood Men 1/25/2013
942. Words 9/30/2005
943. Would He Even Know Me Now? 3/4/2008
944. Wrong Mountain! 12/18/2014
945. Wry! 11/6/2009
946. Www. 6/9/2008
947. Wych Elm 9/18/2005
948. Yesterdays Lost 2/11/2013
949. Yggdrasil 10/27/2009
950. You Can'T Come In! 7/17/2014
951. You Can'T Go Out Today! 10/4/2013
952. You Were Only Talking... 2/22/2008
953. You'Ve Got Magic! 4/30/2009
954. Zanzibar! 12/14/2014
955. Zombie 4/13/2013
956. Zorga's Gate 7/27/2013
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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