David Lewis Paget

Gold Star - 6,982 Points (22.11.1944 / Nottingham, England/live in Australia)

David Lewis Paget Poems

1. A Blank Page 3/20/2015
2. A Chaste Affair 6/30/2015
3. A Christmas Gift 12/3/2013
4. A Christmas Tale 12/5/2014
5. A Fateful Blow 6/21/2015
6. A Hard Parting 9/7/2016
7. A Letter From Bedlam 12/5/2014
8. A Life Of Nothing Much 4/9/2014
9. A Long Wait 8/24/2015
10. A Long, Long Walk By The Lake 8/3/2014
11. A Long, Long Way From Home 3/28/2015
12. A Lover's Verse 11/19/2008
13. A Paupers Parable 7/31/2008
14. A Penny For The Guy 12/6/2009
15. A Question Of Faith 11/10/2015
16. A Question Of Fate 4/1/2017
17. A Strange Courting 6/9/2015
18. A Viking Morality Tale 7/16/2008
19. A Walk In The Park 11/15/2013
20. A Welsh Hymn 9/18/2005
21. A Winter's Tale 8/23/2016
22. Admiral Nelson 4/8/2009
23. After Dark 6/19/2015
24. After The Comet 10/2/2008
25. Aftermath 9/28/2005
26. Against All Odds 7/18/2015
27. Age Rage 10/4/2012
28. Al Cobdogla's Hearse 7/14/2012
29. Alisa 1/23/2013
30. All Hallows Eve 10/25/2014
31. All My Fault -new- 4/16/2017
32. Ampitherium 6/18/2009
33. An Autumn Tale 6/14/2015
34. An Old Love 1/30/2015
35. Angel Dust 8/26/2014
36. Angel Dust -Ii 11/7/2016
37. Angel Head 9/17/2005
38. Angels 8/6/2013
39. Anon. 2/18/2013
40. Another Time And Place 10/28/2016
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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Spirit

‘I died early, ’ said the Spirit,
‘So I didn’t have the chance to learn,
And though I don’t exactly burn
With envy for your thirty years,
It’s such a pity dying young,
The pleasures of a youth, unsung…
For all I left behind of me
Were memories of my mother’s pain
In birth and death,

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