David Lewis Paget

Bronze Star - 2,897 Points (22.11.1944 / Nottingham, England/live in Australia)

David Lewis Paget Poems

161. Final Judgement 1/27/2012
162. Fire Man 7/13/2009
163. First Foot 1/1/2012
164. Five Children I 9/18/2005
165. Five Hundred And One 11/13/2014
166. Flawed Fidelity 8/22/2012
167. Follow Me Now! 8/9/2010
168. Following Jane 10/30/2014
169. Footsteps! 3/4/2014
170. For A Social Worker 9/14/2008
171. For George... 5/20/2010
172. For The Children Of Sandy Hook 12/14/2012
173. For The Love Of Mildred Pierce 9/19/2013
174. Found Out 7/24/2013
175. From A Blue Cloud 9/17/2005
176. From God To Man 12/20/2012
177. Frosty Hollow 8/8/2014
178. Ganga Rok 4/25/2013
179. Getting Old 3/4/2008
180. Ghost Train 9/11/2012
181. Girl On A Train 1/19/2015
182. Goblin Castle 11/29/2014
183. Goddo & Me... 11/29/2007
184. Going Out... 1/10/2013
185. Gone Fishing 5/26/2015
186. Goodbye! 2/25/2015
187. Grasscutters 3/13/2014
188. Gremlin! 10/11/2008
189. Grim Seasons 9/18/2005
190. Grimm Meet 10/23/2013
191. Guan Yu's Finger Ring 10/26/2013
192. Gulp! - (Lol) 1/23/2015
193. Gypsy Twist 9/17/2009
194. Hadron Hell! 1/5/2015
195. Hal - (In Memory Of, For Sherry) 3/11/2011
196. Half-Remembered 9/17/2005
197. Hallow Even 10/11/2012
198. Handsworth Wood 9/27/2007
199. Harry The Wu 4/13/2009
200. Headed For Paradise 6/21/2013
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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