David Lewis Paget

Gold Star - 6,198 Points (22.11.1944 / Nottingham, England/live in Australia)

David Lewis Paget Poems

1. Besotted -new- 2/21/2017
2. The Premonition -new- 2/16/2017
3. The Witch Of Dreams -new- 2/18/2017
4. Sleeping & Waking 12/17/2016
5. Two To Choose 12/18/2016
6. Death Plunge 12/20/2016
7. The Christmas Gift 12/20/2016
8. The Devil's Crew 12/23/2016
9. Just For Christmas 12/24/2016
10. The Demon Fish 12/27/2016
11. Mary Anne 12/30/2016
12. The Angel Of Lygon Street 12/30/2016
13. The Adventure 1/2/2017
14. Witching Kate 1/4/2017
15. The Attic Room 1/9/2017
16. Reverse Spin 1/10/2017
17. The Witch Of The Morning 1/12/2017
18. The Rose 1/14/2017
19. The Schoolyard Flirt 1/16/2017
20. The House The Cleric Built 1/19/2017
21. Unrequited 1/21/2017
22. The Castle Bleak 1/21/2017
23. The Ending 1/21/2017
24. The Green Room 1/29/2017
25. Cape Grace 2/1/2017
26. The Old Man's Muse 2/3/2017
27. The Dancing Girl 2/4/2017
28. Looking Ahead 11/27/2016
29. The One-Eyed Witch 11/28/2016
30. Curling Horns 12/4/2016
31. London Train 12/10/2016
32. The Second-Hand Gown 12/24/2015
33. Poor Robin -new- 2/10/2017
34. The Black Bus -new- 2/12/2017
35. The House In The Lane 11/4/2015
36. A Question Of Faith 11/10/2015
37. Goblin Dell 11/11/2015
38. The Abbot's Loft 11/13/2015
39. The Poetry Barn 11/22/2015
40. Into The Light 11/22/2015
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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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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