David Lewis Paget

Gold Star - 4,540 Points (22.11.1944 / Nottingham, England/live in Australia)

David Lewis Paget Poems

361. One Lonely Night 9/17/2005
362. One Mad Summer... 5/23/2009
363. One September Night 9/18/2005
364. One Step On 9/30/2005
365. One Word Swallowed 9/17/2005
366. One-Sided Conversation 4/9/2008
367. Only The View 12/19/2014
368. Oradour-Sur-Glane 2/12/2012
369. Our Parting Ways 12/1/2014
370. Out Of Time! 9/15/2013
371. Overboard 7/19/2015
372. Palaces Of Glass 9/27/2007
373. Panzer 10/29/2009
374. Parting Note 9/16/2013
375. Passenger From Childhood 9/18/2005
376. Payback! 12/27/2008
377. Pen And Ink 9/18/2005
378. Pengellen 9/18/2005
379. Peter Pan 11/29/2012
380. Photographs 1/6/2015
381. Planetary Wiz 2/13/2016
382. Play The Man... 1/13/2013
383. Poems Beyond The Grave 4/24/2009
384. Poisonous Beauty 9/23/2015
385. Poverty Grass 9/18/2005
386. Powerless! 1/7/2015
387. Pu Tong Hua 4/5/2006
388. Puppet Master 11/26/2013
389. Purple Doom! 3/3/2015
390. Rag & Reed 4/2/2009
391. Raising The Demon 2/5/2013
392. Rank Poison 3/27/2013
393. Rasputin 5/20/2012
394. Rats! 2/22/2012
395. Red Sky Warning 9/18/2005
396. Rednecks 9/17/2008
397. Religicide 2/1/2010
398. Reprise Of The Fire Dweller 8/17/2013
399. Return Of The Wanderer 2/20/2015
400. Return To The Light That Failed 8/14/2014
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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Sir John De Vere

Sir John de Vere has took a quill
And set himself to sit and write
The sweetest love that is of men
To take unto his heart's delight.

And he has took a damsel fair
That flitteth by, beseemingly,
And with a strand of golden hair
Begun to weave her mystery.

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