David Lewis Paget

Veteran Poet - 1,884 Points (22.11.1944 / Nottingham, England/live in Australia)

David Lewis Paget Poems

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