David Lewis Paget

Gold Star - 7,335 Points (22.11.1944 / Nottingham, England/live in Australia)

David Lewis Paget Poems

121. Crossing The Bridge 11/24/2015
122. Crossword 9/8/2014
123. Crow Fly-Over Night 12/7/2014
124. Crow! 5/18/2014
125. Crystal Clear 6/2/2015
126. Curling Horns 12/4/2016
127. Cursed Voyage 1/20/2013
128. Czechmate! 6/22/2009
129. Dance With The Devil 9/27/2014
130. Dark Angels 8/15/2012
131. Dark Forces 9/17/2005
132. Dark Portents 10/14/2014
133. Daughters 3/4/2012
134. Daydreams 9/22/2012
135. Dead Man's Eyes 1/2/2015
136. Deadly 10/19/2016
137. Death Is Stalking... 5/9/2013
138. Death Of An Airman 9/30/2005
139. Death Plunge 12/20/2016
140. Death Whispers In My Ear 8/24/2012
141. Death Wish -new- 5/25/2017
142. Death's Call 1/28/2009
143. Delayed Judgement 12/10/2012
144. Demon Eyes 12/13/2016
145. Deny, Deny! 11/11/2014
146. Devil Sunday 1/5/2013
147. Diabolick! 5/30/2010
148. Dinner For Two 7/22/2012
149. Distance Never Lies! 9/28/2014
150. Do What You Will. 9/27/2007
151. Doctor Bones 2/8/2016
152. Does She Stalk Pathways 9/17/2005
153. Dong Tou Dao 12/28/2007
154. Don'T Come Here Anymore! 12/2/2014
155. Don'T Let Me Die In China, Lord! 5/21/2006
156. Doppelgänger 9/7/2008
157. Dorazamite 2/20/2014
158. Double Jeopardy 1/25/2015
159. Down & Out! 3/18/2013
160. Dr. Horcas Quintessential Gypsy Merry-Go-Round 6/10/2013
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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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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