David Lewis Paget

Gold Star - 7,293 Points (22.11.1944 / Nottingham, England/live in Australia)

David Lewis Paget Poems

161. Dragons 12/22/2005
162. Drama Queen 7/23/2014
163. Dreamscape 10/15/2012
164. Dreamwake 2/3/2016
165. Drive By 4/26/2016
166. Dunkirk 6/14/2008
167. Dutchman's Call 9/2/2008
168. Dyes Cast 9/18/2005
169. Early Morning Call 9/18/2005
170. Earwigs! 11/6/2008
171. Elegy For A Poet 7/23/2008
172. Emily's Twenty-First 7/29/2013
173. Empty Words 3/24/2014
174. End Game 5/6/2013
175. End It! 10/30/2013
176. End Of A Rat 12/16/2012
177. End Of The Dream 1/15/2013
178. Eternal Youth 7/8/2012
179. Evening Light 6/6/2013
180. Fair Exchange 11/15/2012
181. Falconridge 10/24/2013
182. Fallen Angel 5/26/2013
183. Family History 12/25/2008
184. Family Secret 11/9/2014
185. Family Skeleton 10/16/2013
186. Family Ties 10/9/2013
187. Farewell, Dick! 8/18/2009
188. Fateful Morning! 6/5/2010
189. Father & Son 9/27/2007
190. Final Judgement 1/27/2012
191. Fire Man 7/13/2009
192. First Foot 1/1/2012
193. Five Children I 9/18/2005
194. Five Hundred And One 11/13/2014
195. Flawed Fidelity 8/22/2012
196. Flight Of The Crows 4/13/2017
197. Follow Me Now! 8/9/2010
198. Following Jane 10/30/2014
199. Footsteps! 3/4/2014
200. For A Social Worker 9/14/2008
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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