David Lewis Paget

Silver Star - 4,260 Points (22.11.1944 / Nottingham, England/live in Australia)

David Lewis Paget Poems

161. Falconridge 10/24/2013
162. Fallen Angel 5/26/2013
163. Family History 12/25/2008
164. Family Secret 11/9/2014
165. Family Skeleton 10/16/2013
166. Family Ties 10/9/2013
167. Farewell, Dick! 8/18/2009
168. Fateful Morning! 6/5/2010
169. Father & Son 9/27/2007
170. Final Judgement 1/27/2012
171. Fire Man 7/13/2009
172. First Foot 1/1/2012
173. Five Children I 9/18/2005
174. Five Hundred And One 11/13/2014
175. Flawed Fidelity 8/22/2012
176. Follow Me Now! 8/9/2010
177. Following Jane 10/30/2014
178. Footsteps! 3/4/2014
179. For A Social Worker 9/14/2008
180. For George... 5/20/2010
181. For The Children Of Sandy Hook 12/14/2012
182. For The Love Of Mildred Pierce 9/19/2013
183. Found Out 7/24/2013
184. From A Blue Cloud 9/17/2005
185. From God To Man 12/20/2012
186. Frosty Hollow 8/8/2014
187. Ganga Rok 4/25/2013
188. Getting Old 3/4/2008
189. Ghost Train 9/11/2012
190. Girl On A Train 1/19/2015
191. Goblin Castle 11/29/2014
192. Goblin Dell 11/11/2015
193. Goddo & Me... 11/29/2007
194. Going Out... 1/10/2013
195. Gone Fishing 5/26/2015
196. Goodbye! 2/25/2015
197. Grasscutters 3/13/2014
198. Gremlin! 10/11/2008
199. Grim Seasons 9/18/2005
200. Grimm Meet 10/23/2013
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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