David Lewis Paget

Veteran Poet - 1,773 Points (22.11.1944 / Nottingham, England/live in Australia)

David Lewis Paget Poems

1. When Our Days Are Minutes... 9/17/2005
2. In Your Dark Slated Halls 9/17/2005
3. The Abbey 9/18/2005
4. Sanctuary 9/18/2005
5. Ship To Shore 9/18/2005
6. Stalemate 9/18/2005
7. Horoscope - For Blaise Romany 9/30/2005
8. Words 9/30/2005
9. Who Cares? 9/30/2005
10. Lost August 9/29/2005
11. Woman In Child 9/18/2005
12. Teenage Howl 9/18/2005
13. The Tiger 9/18/2005
14. Wych Elm 9/18/2005
15. Short Shrift 9/21/2005
16. Maps And Charts 9/18/2005
17. Tongues Of Thorns 9/18/2005
18. Late Of Days 9/18/2005
19. Grim Seasons 9/18/2005
20. Castle Walls 9/18/2005
21. Love-Lost 9/18/2005
22. Sir John De Vere 9/28/2005
23. Spirit 9/28/2005
24. Love Grows Slowly 9/17/2005
25. Waters Into Wine 9/17/2005
26. Beached Morning 9/17/2005
27. Dyes Cast 9/18/2005
28. The Fairy Light 9/18/2005
29. Twenty Years Down - (The Beatles) 10/4/2005
30. Bad Blood 9/30/2005
31. The Basic Tenets 9/18/2005
32. Before We Part 9/30/2005
33. Time Knows No Passages 9/17/2005
34. How The Eye Deceives! 9/17/2005
35. White Horses 9/18/2005
36. On Your 48th. 9/18/2005
37. Sink Or Swim 9/18/2005
38. The Man In The Chinese Moon 12/10/2005
39. Stone Cottages 9/18/2005
40. At Eaglehawk Neck 9/18/2005
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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