David Lewis Paget

Gold Star - 7,362 Points (22.11.1944 / Nottingham, England/live in Australia)

David Lewis Paget Poems

761. The Heart Of The Black Douglas 10/12/2013
762. The Hermit 3/8/2014
763. The Hermit & Martha's Well 4/10/2013
764. The High Command 10/25/2013
765. The Hole In The Bathroom Wall 3/12/2008
766. The Hollow Tree 4/20/2014
767. The Homecoming 7/30/2014
768. The Home-Coming 5/13/2016
769. The Homecoming-2 5/13/2016
770. The Horror Tales Of The Greats 2/27/2015
771. The House In The Lane 11/4/2015
772. The House Of Dread 3/26/2014
773. The House Of The Scarlet Moon 12/2/2008
774. The House The Cleric Built 1/19/2017
775. The Hulks 1/16/2013
776. The Ice Scream 6/14/2013
777. The Icing On The Cake 10/4/2015
778. The Incredible Tattooed Elephant 1/30/2013
779. The Incubus 4/29/2017
780. The Inn Of Jasper Shrine 11/27/2012
781. The Intruder 11/27/2013
782. The Invaders 10/30/2013
783. The Island 10/3/2013
784. The Isle Of Gods 10/16/2014
785. The Isle Of Nevercombak 2/12/2013
786. The Jacaranda Tree 3/11/2016
787. The Judgement 6/12/2015
788. The Key 7/8/2013
789. The Kiss 7/12/2015
790. The Kurdaitcha Tree 7/7/2008
791. The Lady In The Tower 5/4/2009
792. The Lady Jane 11/16/2014
793. The Landau 10/21/2012
794. The Landslide 2/28/2015
795. The Last Day 5/29/2016
796. The Last Dream... 1/19/2010
797. The Last Druid 6/12/2014
798. The Last Friend 7/13/2014
799. The Last Kiss 3/11/2015
800. The Last Of The Breed 10/20/2016
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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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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