David Lewis Paget

Bronze Star - 2,138 Points (22.11.1944 / Nottingham, England/live in Australia)

David Lewis Paget Poems

1. A Chaste Affair -new- 6/30/2015
2. The Harkness Light -new- 6/27/2015
3. The Breakdown 3/27/2015
4. A Long, Long Way From Home 3/28/2015
5. Maidenhair 3/30/2015
6. The Black Box 3/31/2015
7. The Cave 4/1/2015
8. If Ghosts Could Lie 4/3/2015
9. The Note 3/23/2015
10. Like Mother... -new- 6/23/2015
11. The Black Freighter 5/11/2015
12. The Proposal 5/14/2015
13. The Devil's Yacht 5/17/2015
14. The Cyclops 5/17/2015
15. The Tale That Couldn'T Be Told 5/20/2015
16. The Face In The Frosted Glass 5/24/2015
17. Gone Fishing 5/26/2015
18. The Black Stone Tower 5/29/2015
19. The Quest For Hieronymus Bosch 5/30/2015
20. She Loves Me Not... 6/2/2015
21. Crystal Clear 6/2/2015
22. The Shopfront Fire 6/8/2015
23. A Strange Courting 6/9/2015
24. Tale Of An Ancient Sin 6/9/2015
25. Near Thing! 6/11/2015
26. The Judgement 6/12/2015
27. An Autumn Tale 6/14/2015
28. The Final Solution 6/15/2015
29. Of Loss And Love -new- 6/16/2015
30. The Battle On The Footplate -new- 6/17/2015
31. The Yellow Bag -new- 6/18/2015
32. After Dark -new- 6/19/2015
33. The Devil Park -new- 6/20/2015
34. A Fateful Blow -new- 6/21/2015
35. The Guilt Trip 12/25/2014
36. Nadine 12/28/2014
37. The Tale On A Bloodied Screed 12/29/2014
38. Dead Man's Eyes 1/2/2015
39. Butterflies 1/3/2015
40. The Wages Of Sin 1/3/2015
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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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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