David Lewis Paget

Gold Star - 5,132 Points (22.11.1944 / Nottingham, England/live in Australia)

David Lewis Paget Poems

921. The Village Of Helsomewhere 1/26/2014
922. The Village That Wasn'T There! 7/22/2014
923. The Virus 1/29/2013
924. The Visitant 2/8/2013
925. The Voice In The Upstairs Room 3/9/2014
926. The Wages Of Sin 1/3/2015
927. The Wake 2/21/2015
928. The Waker Of Dreams 7/21/2013
929. The Warder Of Cruel Delight 2/24/2013
930. The Watcher 1/20/2015
931. The Watching Tree 9/1/2015
932. The Water God 3/3/2013
933. The Water Tower 9/18/2005
934. The Waterways -new- 10/20/2016
935. The Web 10/12/2012
936. The Wedding Of Jenny Mcgill 7/26/2008
937. The Well Of The Water Sprite 6/23/2013
938. The Whispering Wall 7/5/2014
939. The Widow Crope 7/13/2015
940. The Widow Hamm & The Love-Me Tree 4/16/2013
941. The Widow In Black 5/19/2013
942. The Widow Of Martin Black 3/13/2015
943. The Will Of God 11/19/2014
944. The Winding Path 3/1/2015
945. The Winding Stair 8/16/2013
946. The Winter Of Her Heart 1/10/2014
947. The Wishing Well 5/2/2014
948. The Witch & The Windmill 7/31/2013
949. The Witch At Arbor Low 7/18/2012
950. The Witch Of Aberdare 10/3/2014
951. The Witch Of Steen 4/8/2016
952. The Witch Of Willow Vale 1/29/2015
953. The Witches Hat 12/26/2013
954. The Witches Of Little Begone 9/9/2012
955. The Witching Days 3/25/2013
956. The Witching Of Ambrose Crudd 3/9/2013
957. The Wizard Of Barkly Chase 8/21/2013
958. The Wizard Of Clayton Close 9/17/2005
959. The Wizard Of Did! 12/19/2014
960. The Woman Who Never Was 8/22/2015
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
Did you hear what I said to you, Argent? ’

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