David Lewis Paget

Gold Star - 5,038 Points (22.11.1944 / Nottingham, England/live in Australia)

David Lewis Paget Poems

121. Dark Portents 10/14/2014
122. Daughters 3/4/2012
123. Daydreams 9/22/2012
124. Dead Man's Eyes 1/2/2015
125. Death Is Stalking... 5/9/2013
126. Death Of An Airman 9/30/2005
127. Death Whispers In My Ear 8/24/2012
128. Death's Call 1/28/2009
129. Delayed Judgement 12/10/2012
130. Deny, Deny! 11/11/2014
131. Devil Sunday 1/5/2013
132. Diabolick! 5/30/2010
133. Dinner For Two 7/22/2012
134. Distance Never Lies! 9/28/2014
135. Do What You Will. 9/27/2007
136. Doctor Bones 2/8/2016
137. Does She Stalk Pathways 9/17/2005
138. Dong Tou Dao 12/28/2007
139. Don'T Come Here Anymore! 12/2/2014
140. Don'T Let Me Die In China, Lord! 5/21/2006
141. Doppelgänger 9/7/2008
142. Dorazamite 2/20/2014
143. Double Jeopardy 1/25/2015
144. Down & Out! 3/18/2013
145. Dr. Horcas Quintessential Gypsy Merry-Go-Round 6/10/2013
146. Dragon Lake 1/15/2012
147. Dragons 12/22/2005
148. Drama Queen 7/23/2014
149. Dreamscape 10/15/2012
150. Dreamwake 2/3/2016
151. Drive By 4/26/2016
152. Dunkirk 6/14/2008
153. Dutchman's Call 9/2/2008
154. Dyes Cast 9/18/2005
155. Early Morning Call 9/18/2005
156. Earwigs! 11/6/2008
157. Elegy For A Poet 7/23/2008
158. Emily's Twenty-First 7/29/2013
159. Empty Words 3/24/2014
160. End Game 5/6/2013
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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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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