David Lewis Paget

Gold Star - 7,619 Points (22.11.1944 / Nottingham, England/live in Australia)

David Lewis Paget Poems

961. The Steamship Southern Star 6/4/2017
962. The Steersman -new- 6/25/2017
963. The Stepfather 6/22/2015
964. The Stoker 3/19/2009
965. The Storm & The Tall-Ship Pier 11/2/2013
966. The Storyline 8/20/2013
967. The Storyteller 8/22/2014
968. The Strongman 11/10/2016
969. The Submarine 7/27/2016
970. The Switch 8/14/2015
971. The Tale On A Bloodied Screed 12/29/2014
972. The Tale That Couldn'T Be Told 5/20/2015
973. The Tattooed Man 8/24/2010
974. The Telegram 9/30/2005
975. The Telephone Box 12/5/2013
976. The Temptation 1/10/2015
977. The Temptress 10/10/2016
978. The Ten-0-One 10/9/2015
979. The Terror 11/24/2014
980. The Terrorist 1/14/2009
981. The Thing In The Tent 7/19/2013
982. The Threat Of The Weaker Sex 12/18/2014
983. The Tide Is Coming In! 7/30/2014
984. The Tiger 9/18/2005
985. The Time Has Come... 4/11/2008
986. The Timeless Cave In The Cliff 9/15/2014
987. The Toadstool Man 12/7/2013
988. The Tourist Plan 7/27/2012
989. The Tower 11/17/2013
990. The Train 10/5/2013
991. The Train Ii 11/1/2016
992. The Train With A Tender Heart 4/21/2017
993. The Tree By Calder's Gap 9/1/2013
994. The Tree That Wouldn't Shut Up! 1/4/2016
995. The Trove At Bioda Mor 8/5/2010
996. The Tryst 8/23/2012
997. The Tunnel 5/10/2017
998. The Turncoat 9/28/2005
999. The Twin With The Purple Heart 2/25/2010
1000. The Tyburn Jig 1/21/2014
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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