David Lewis Paget

Gold Star - 5,201 Points (22.11.1944 / Nottingham, England/live in Australia)

David Lewis Paget Poems

1041. Yellow Moss 8/15/2016
1042. Yesterdays Lost 2/11/2013
1043. Yggdrasil 10/27/2009
1044. You Can'T Come In! 7/17/2014
1045. You Can'T Go Out Today! 10/4/2013
1046. You Were Only Talking... 2/22/2008
1047. You'Ve Got Magic! 4/30/2009
1048. Zanzibar! 12/14/2014
1049. Zombie 4/13/2013
1050. Zorga's Gate 7/27/2013
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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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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