David Lewis Paget

Bronze Star - 2,897 Points (22.11.1944 / Nottingham, England/live in Australia)

David Lewis Paget Poems

761. The Reluctant Visitor 2/23/2009
762. The Return Of Jonathon Grise 1/28/2009
763. The Revenge Of Elsie Hood 7/16/2015
764. The Reversal 1/27/2015
765. The Rhymers Club 4/22/2013
766. The Ring & The Bottle 7/15/2013
767. The Ring-Pull Chain 9/26/2007
768. The Rival 4/30/2014
769. The Ruined Church 11/27/2014
770. The Sacrifice And The Cloud 11/14/2014
771. The Saga Of Li Ning-Yang 3/7/2013
772. The Saxon Bride 1/17/2013
773. The Scarecrow 7/30/2013
774. The Scribe In The Woods Of Time 3/11/2012
775. The Script 3/4/2015
776. The Season Of The Witch 10/14/2012
777. The Second Coming 6/22/2012
778. The Secret Women's Clique 9/8/2013
779. The Secret Wood 11/7/2014
780. The Seeds Of Disaster 1/12/2014
781. The Serpent In The Pool 8/4/2013
782. The Seventh Floor 12/9/2013
783. The Shadow Makers 12/23/2014
784. The Shadow Of Elspeth Brown 5/22/2012
785. The Shopfront Fire 6/8/2015
786. The Sin Eater 5/15/2014
787. The Snake 4/27/2013
788. The Snow Queen 1/18/2013
789. The Sooth-Sayer 2/6/2013
790. The Soul Collector 1/4/2013
791. The Sound Of The Spheres 7/25/2012
792. The Spawn Of War 4/8/2015
793. The Spitfire 2/19/2012
794. The Spyders 8/20/2014
795. The Stake 6/6/2012
796. The Stalker 11/16/2012
797. The Stand-Over Man 7/5/2015
798. The Star 9/18/2005
799. The Starlings Have To Be Fed! 4/28/2015
800. The Stepfather 6/22/2015
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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