David Lewis Paget

Veteran Poet - 1,884 Points (22.11.1944 / Nottingham, England/live in Australia)

David Lewis Paget Poems

881. Winter Comes... 3/15/2008
882. Woman 3/30/2008
883. Woman In Black 11/4/2012
884. Woman In Child 9/18/2005
885. Woman Of Stone 3/15/2012
886. Wood Men 1/25/2013
887. Words 9/30/2005
888. Would He Even Know Me Now? 3/4/2008
889. Wrong Mountain! 12/18/2014
890. Wry! 11/6/2009
891. Www. 6/9/2008
892. Wych Elm 9/18/2005
893. Yesterdays Lost 2/11/2013
894. Yggdrasil 10/27/2009
895. You Can'T Come In! 7/17/2014
896. You Can'T Go Out Today! 10/4/2013
897. You Were Only Talking... 2/22/2008
898. You'Ve Got Magic! 4/30/2009
899. Zanzibar! 12/14/2014
900. Zombie 4/13/2013
901. Zorga's Gate 7/27/2013
Best Poem of David Lewis Paget

For A Social Worker

What spark in you
Is this that burns
To comfort one
Whose well is pain,
That turns the nightmare
End of dreams
To thoughts of worth
From where they came?

And what the essence
Of your creed
That parts the cloud
In every stare,
You spend your lightning,
Spill each need
Then dredge and heal
Each long despair.

While at the mortgaged
End of dearth
They steal your essence,
Bleed your will,
To leave you sworn
To tears or mirth
While those who care...
Care for you still.

12 April 1984

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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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