David Lewis Paget

Silver Star - 3,917 Points (22.11.1944 / Nottingham, England/live in Australia)

David Lewis Paget Poems

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