David Lewis Paget

Gold Star - 7,848 Points (22.11.1944 / Nottingham, England/live in Australia)

David Lewis Paget Poems

1001. The Tree That Wouldn't Shut Up! 1/4/2016
1002. The Trove At Bioda Mor 8/5/2010
1003. The Tryst 8/23/2012
1004. The Tunnel 5/10/2017
1005. The Turncoat 9/28/2005
1006. The Twin With The Purple Heart 2/25/2010
1007. The Tyburn Jig 1/21/2014
1008. The Undertaker 2/19/2013
1009. The Unwelcome Guest 8/28/2016
1010. The Ups And Drowns Of Waterdown 8/11/2015
1011. The Upside Of Down 10/8/2013
1012. The Upstairs Witch 9/20/2014
1013. The Valley Of Discontent 9/29/2013
1014. The Valley Of Dreadful Night 4/15/2012
1015. The Valley Of Maggie Grey 9/17/2013
1016. The Vanishing Lake 4/4/2013
1017. The Ventriloquist 12/28/2011
1018. The Very Last Page 7/4/2013
1019. The Village Of Crone 3/23/2017
1020. The Village Of Ghosts 3/27/2017
1021. The Village Of Helsomewhere 1/26/2014
1022. The Village That Wasn'T There! 7/22/2014
1023. The Virus 1/29/2013
1024. The Visitant 2/8/2013
1025. The Visitor 5/24/2017
1026. The Voice In The Upstairs Room 3/9/2014
1027. The Wages Of Sin 1/3/2015
1028. The Waif 4/14/2017
1029. The Wake 2/21/2015
1030. The Waker Of Dreams 7/21/2013
1031. The Warder Of Cruel Delight 2/24/2013
1032. The Watcher 1/20/2015
1033. The Watching Tree 9/1/2015
1034. The Water God 3/3/2013
1035. The Water Tower 9/18/2005
1036. The Waterways 10/20/2016
1037. The Web 10/12/2012
1038. The Wedding Of Jenny Mcgill 7/26/2008
1039. The Well Of The Water Sprite 6/23/2013
1040. The Wench 6/17/2017
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
Tonight…
Did you hear what I said to you, Argent? ’

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