David Lewis Paget

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

David Lewis Paget Poems

41. Anzac Cove 5/21/2013
42. Apollo 19 6/16/2013
43. Armada 10/19/2009
44. As You Like It 7/28/2013
45. Astrakanz 3/31/2017
46. At Castle Grymm 10/14/2016
47. At Eaglehawk Neck 9/18/2005
48. At Journey's End 3/5/2009
49. Audition 10/12/2005
50. Auto-Da-Fé 1/4/2015
51. Bad Blood 9/30/2005
52. Bad Cess 4/3/2016
53. Bad Christmas! 12/24/2014
54. Ballet Shoes 8/29/2016
55. Barton Leas 3/14/2009
56. Bats In The Belfry 7/16/2014
57. Beached Morning 9/17/2005
58. Bed & The Wardrobe 1/18/2015
59. Bed Of Roses 8/11/2014
60. Beddgelert - (Pron. Beth-Gelert) 2/8/2012
61. Before I Forget... 6/26/2006
62. Before Trafalgar 12/15/2014
63. Before We Part 9/30/2005
64. Behind The Hedge 5/4/2015
65. Bell, Book & Candle 12/21/2014
66. Bells And Motley 12/12/2014
67. Bereaved 7/26/2016
68. Beside The River Wye 11/8/2014
69. Besotted 2/21/2017
70. Betrayed! 10/9/2012
71. Bibles 3/12/2006
72. Big Mack 8/26/2012
73. Birdsong 7/5/2015
74. Black And White 6/3/2014
75. Black Dog Night 8/26/2016
76. Black Gold 6/17/2012
77. Black Goth 10/19/2015
78. Black Tide 2/4/2013
79. Black-Haired Girls 12/9/2005
80. Blake - (Before Birth) . 9/30/2005
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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