David Lewis Paget

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

David Lewis Paget Poems

961. The Tide Is Coming In! 7/30/2014
962. The Tiger 9/18/2005
963. The Time Has Come... 4/11/2008
964. The Timeless Cave In The Cliff 9/15/2014
965. The Toadstool Man 12/7/2013
966. The Tourist Plan 7/27/2012
967. The Tower 11/17/2013
968. The Train 10/5/2013
969. The Train Ii 11/1/2016
970. The Train With A Tender Heart -new- 4/21/2017
971. The Tree By Calder's Gap 9/1/2013
972. The Tree That Wouldn't Shut Up! 1/4/2016
973. The Trove At Bioda Mor 8/5/2010
974. The Tryst 8/23/2012
975. The Turncoat 9/28/2005
976. The Twin With The Purple Heart 2/25/2010
977. The Tyburn Jig 1/21/2014
978. The Undertaker 2/19/2013
979. The Unwelcome Guest 8/28/2016
980. The Ups And Drowns Of Waterdown 8/11/2015
981. The Upside Of Down 10/8/2013
982. The Upstairs Witch 9/20/2014
983. The Valley Of Discontent 9/29/2013
984. The Valley Of Dreadful Night 4/15/2012
985. The Valley Of Maggie Grey 9/17/2013
986. The Vanishing Lake 4/4/2013
987. The Ventriloquist 12/28/2011
988. The Very Last Page 7/4/2013
989. The Village Of Crone 3/23/2017
990. The Village Of Ghosts 3/27/2017
991. The Village Of Helsomewhere 1/26/2014
992. The Village That Wasn'T There! 7/22/2014
993. The Virus 1/29/2013
994. The Visitant 2/8/2013
995. The Voice In The Upstairs Room 3/9/2014
996. The Wages Of Sin 1/3/2015
997. The Waif -new- 4/14/2017
998. The Wake 2/21/2015
999. The Waker Of Dreams 7/21/2013
1000. The Warder Of Cruel Delight 2/24/2013
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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