David Lewis Paget

Veteran Poet - 1,753 Points (22.11.1944 / Nottingham, England/live in Australia)

David Lewis Paget Poems

161. For George... 5/20/2010
162. For The Children Of Sandy Hook 12/14/2012
163. For The Love Of Mildred Pierce 9/19/2013
164. Found Out 7/24/2013
165. From A Blue Cloud 9/17/2005
166. From God To Man 12/20/2012
167. Frosty Hollow 8/8/2014
168. Ganga Rok 4/25/2013
169. Getting Old 3/4/2008
170. Ghost Train 9/11/2012
171. Girl On A Train 1/19/2015
172. Goblin Castle 11/29/2014
173. Goddo & Me... 11/29/2007
174. Going Out... 1/10/2013
175. Goodbye! 2/25/2015
176. Grasscutters 3/13/2014
177. Gremlin! 10/11/2008
178. Grim Seasons 9/18/2005
179. Grimm Meet 10/23/2013
180. Guan Yu's Finger Ring 10/26/2013
181. Gulp! - (Lol) 1/23/2015
182. Gypsy Twist 9/17/2009
183. Hadron Hell! 1/5/2015
184. Hal - (In Memory Of, For Sherry) 3/11/2011
185. Half-Remembered 9/17/2005
186. Hallow Even 10/11/2012
187. Handsworth Wood 9/27/2007
188. Harry The Wu 4/13/2009
189. Headed For Paradise 6/21/2013
190. Heart Stopper! 12/16/2014
191. Heaven, Hell, Or The Highway 11/22/2014
192. Hellfire & Reuben Rose 7/20/2008
193. Hello Jane! 5/2/2013
194. High. 9/26/2007
195. Hold As Hold Can 9/18/2005
196. Holly Go Round 5/9/2012
197. Home Acre 10/12/2005
198. Home From The Sea 9/25/2013
199. Horoscope - For Blaise Romany 9/30/2005
200. Hothead! 3/14/2015
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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The Landslide

‘There are times and tides in every life,
There are things we never planned, ’
The old man said to his grandson there
As he took him by the hand,
‘It may come soon, or it may come late,
It may be the final fall,
But when it does you may find you’re left
With your back against the wall.’

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