David Lewis Paget

Veteran Poet - 1,730 Points (22.11.1944 / Nottingham, England/live in Australia)

David Lewis Paget Poems

881. A Lover's Verse 11/19/2008
882. A Long, Long Way From Home 3/28/2015
883. A Long, Long Walk By The Lake 8/3/2014
884. A Life Of Nothing Much 4/9/2014
885. A Letter From Bedlam 12/5/2014
886. A Christmas Tale 12/5/2014
887. A Christmas Gift 12/3/2013
888. A Blank Page 3/20/2015
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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