David Lewis Paget

Gold Star - 4,770 Points (22.11.1944 / Nottingham, England/live in Australia)

David Lewis Paget Poems

121. Daughters 3/4/2012
122. Daydreams 9/22/2012
123. Dead Man's Eyes 1/2/2015
124. Death Is Stalking... 5/9/2013
125. Death Of An Airman 9/30/2005
126. Death Whispers In My Ear 8/24/2012
127. Death's Call 1/28/2009
128. Delayed Judgement 12/10/2012
129. Deny, Deny! 11/11/2014
130. Devil Sunday 1/5/2013
131. Diabolick! 5/30/2010
132. Dinner For Two 7/22/2012
133. Distance Never Lies! 9/28/2014
134. Do What You Will. 9/27/2007
135. Doctor Bones 2/8/2016
136. Does She Stalk Pathways 9/17/2005
137. Dong Tou Dao 12/28/2007
138. Don'T Come Here Anymore! 12/2/2014
139. Don'T Let Me Die In China, Lord! 5/21/2006
140. Doppelgänger 9/7/2008
141. Dorazamite 2/20/2014
142. Double Jeopardy 1/25/2015
143. Down & Out! 3/18/2013
144. Dr. Horcas Quintessential Gypsy Merry-Go-Round 6/10/2013
145. Dragon Lake 1/15/2012
146. Dragons 12/22/2005
147. Drama Queen 7/23/2014
148. Dreamscape 10/15/2012
149. Dreamwake 2/3/2016
150. Drive By 4/26/2016
151. Dunkirk 6/14/2008
152. Dutchman's Call 9/2/2008
153. Dyes Cast 9/18/2005
154. Early Morning Call 9/18/2005
155. Earwigs! 11/6/2008
156. Elegy For A Poet 7/23/2008
157. Emily's Twenty-First 7/29/2013
158. Empty Words 3/24/2014
159. End Game 5/6/2013
160. End It! 10/30/2013
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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