David Lewis Paget
David Lewis Paget Poems
|361.||On The Lam||11/29/2012|
|362.||On The Other Side Of The Door||10/8/2014|
|363.||On The Raising Of The Mary Rose||9/30/2005|
|364.||On Your 48th.||9/18/2005|
|365.||Once All The Books Are Gone!||9/26/2014|
|366.||Once, When The World Of Trees....||9/17/2005|
|367.||One By One...||7/20/2006|
|368.||One Lonely Night||9/17/2005|
|369.||One Mad Summer...||5/23/2009|
|370.||One September Night||9/18/2005|
|371.||One Step On||9/30/2005|
|372.||One Word Swallowed||9/17/2005|
|374.||Only The View||12/19/2014|
|376.||Our Parting Ways||12/1/2014|
|377.||Out Of Time!||9/15/2013|
|379.||Palaces Of Glass||9/27/2007|
|382.||Passenger From Childhood||9/18/2005|
|384.||Pen And Ink||9/18/2005|
|389.||Play The Man...||1/13/2013|
|390.||Poems Beyond The Grave||4/24/2009|
|394.||Pu Tong Hua||4/5/2006|
|397.||Rag & Reed||4/2/2009|
|398.||Raising The Demon||2/5/2013|
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 ...
The Poet Tree
Way out, on what was a barren plain
A tree has taken root,
Over the spot where a poet's lain
It bears the strangest fruit,
He wasn't read while he lived and wrote,
Was neglected till he died,
But scribbled each verse like a private note
That he hugged to him in pride.