David Lewis Paget

Gold Star - 6,514 Points (22.11.1944 / Nottingham, England/live in Australia)

David Lewis Paget Poems

761. The Isle Of Gods 10/16/2014
762. The Isle Of Nevercombak 2/12/2013
763. The Jacaranda Tree 3/11/2016
764. The Judgement 6/12/2015
765. The Key 7/8/2013
766. The Kiss 7/12/2015
767. The Kurdaitcha Tree 7/7/2008
768. The Lady In The Tower 5/4/2009
769. The Lady Jane 11/16/2014
770. The Landau 10/21/2012
771. The Landslide 2/28/2015
772. The Last Day 5/29/2016
773. The Last Dream... 1/19/2010
774. The Last Druid 6/12/2014
775. The Last Friend 7/13/2014
776. The Last Kiss 3/11/2015
777. The Last Of The Breed 10/20/2016
778. The Laundromat 7/26/2013
779. The Lazy Eye 8/9/2015
780. The Liar 6/17/2009
781. The Listening Tree 4/2/2013
782. The Little Withering Rep. 3/27/2014
783. The Living Dead 6/10/2014
784. The Long Wait 9/22/2014
785. The Lord Of Judgement 4/16/2015
786. The Lord Of Misrule 10/25/2010
787. The Love That Binds 8/29/2012
788. The Magic Pen 3/7/2015
789. The Magnetic Girl 12/4/2014
790. The Man At The Back 6/4/2013
791. The Man From A Distant Star 4/6/2013
792. The Man In The Chinese Moon 12/10/2005
793. The Man That She Helped To Die 7/1/2015
794. The Man Who Died Each Night 11/17/2013
795. The Man Who Lived In The Cave 4/7/2015
796. The Man With Another Face 7/12/2013
797. The Man With Tales In His Hair 10/18/2013
798. The Man With The Eyes Of God 2/17/2014
799. The Mangling Hook 7/26/2015
800. The Many Lyves Of... 3/26/2015
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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‘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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