David Lewis Paget

Gold Star - 9,004 Points (22.11.1944 / Nottingham, England/live in Australia)

David Lewis Paget Poems

1201. Wrong Mountain! 12/18/2014
1202. Wry! 11/6/2009
1203. Www. 6/9/2008
1204. Wych Elm 9/18/2005
1205. Yellow Moss 8/15/2016
1206. Yesterdays Lost 2/11/2013
1207. Yggdrasil 10/27/2009
1208. You Can'T Come In! 7/17/2014
1209. You Can'T Go Out Today! 10/4/2013
1210. You Were Only Talking... 2/22/2008
1211. You'Ve Got Magic! 4/30/2009
1212. Zanzibar! 12/14/2014
1213. Zombie 4/13/2013
1214. Zorga's Gate 7/27/2013

Comments about David Lewis Paget

  • Subhas Chandra Chakra Subhas Chandra Chakra (11/16/2017 12:18:00 AM)

    You are a great poet Sir, whom I come to know lately.
    I would love to read all your poems and the creations in its entirety.
    Regards,
    Subhas

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  • Ramesh T A Ramesh T A (5/23/2016 2:33:00 AM)

    Your poems are classic to read! You are one of kind poet in the world today! Writing your genre of poems only a few skillful persons can do! You are simply a Classic Poet here!

  • Barbara Reiff Barbara Reiff (3/26/2015 3:47:00 PM)

    Edited......He has the uncanny ability to take us to places never before imagined....and we Savor the experience. Treat yourself to a Library of his works....Genius

  • Keith Osborne (4/26/2013 5:57:00 PM)

    Great story teller covers many topics and uses different poetry forms. I am now on a mission to read all of his work.

  • Amer Jaganjac Amer Jaganjac (2/22/2013 5:29:00 PM)

    Great poetry! Cheers man!

  • Rebekah Gamble (6/30/2008 11:46:00 PM)

    This man has a truly unique voice in poetry. His work is riddled with personality and the jargon of life.

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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