David Lewis Paget

Gold Star - 6,198 Points (22.11.1944 / Nottingham, England/live in Australia)

David Lewis Paget Poems

921. The Submarine 7/27/2016
922. The Switch 8/14/2015
923. The Tale On A Bloodied Screed 12/29/2014
924. The Tale That Couldn'T Be Told 5/20/2015
925. The Tattooed Man 8/24/2010
926. The Telegram 9/30/2005
927. The Telephone Box 12/5/2013
928. The Temptation 1/10/2015
929. The Temptress 10/10/2016
930. The Ten-0-One 10/9/2015
931. The Terror 11/24/2014
932. The Terrorist 1/14/2009
933. The Thing In The Tent 7/19/2013
934. The Threat Of The Weaker Sex 12/18/2014
935. The Tide Is Coming In! 7/30/2014
936. The Tiger 9/18/2005
937. The Time Has Come... 4/11/2008
938. The Timeless Cave In The Cliff 9/15/2014
939. The Toadstool Man 12/7/2013
940. The Tourist Plan 7/27/2012
941. The Tower 11/17/2013
942. The Train 10/5/2013
943. The Train Ii 11/1/2016
944. The Tree By Calder's Gap 9/1/2013
945. The Tree That Wouldn't Shut Up! 1/4/2016
946. The Trove At Bioda Mor 8/5/2010
947. The Tryst 8/23/2012
948. The Turncoat 9/28/2005
949. The Twin With The Purple Heart 2/25/2010
950. The Tyburn Jig 1/21/2014
951. The Undertaker 2/19/2013
952. The Unwelcome Guest 8/28/2016
953. The Ups And Drowns Of Waterdown 8/11/2015
954. The Upside Of Down 10/8/2013
955. The Upstairs Witch 9/20/2014
956. The Valley Of Discontent 9/29/2013
957. The Valley Of Dreadful Night 4/15/2012
958. The Valley Of Maggie Grey 9/17/2013
959. The Vanishing Lake 4/4/2013
960. The Ventriloquist 12/28/2011
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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