David Lewis Paget

Gold Star - 4,723 Points (22.11.1944 / Nottingham, England/live in Australia)

David Lewis Paget Poems

1001. Where Are The Birds Of Wenzhou, Bei Bei 11/8/2005
1002. While I Write And Breathe... 3/8/2008
1003. Whispering Walls 3/21/2016
1004. White Horses 9/18/2005
1005. Who Cares? 9/30/2005
1006. Why Does My Faith... 10/23/2007
1007. Widdershins 6/20/2012
1008. Winter Comes... 3/15/2008
1009. Woman 3/30/2008
1010. Woman In Black 11/4/2012
1011. Woman In Child 9/18/2005
1012. Woman Of Stone 3/15/2012
1013. Wood Men 1/25/2013
1014. Words 9/30/2005
1015. Would He Even Know Me Now? 3/4/2008
1016. Wrong Mountain! 12/18/2014
1017. Wry! 11/6/2009
1018. Www. 6/9/2008
1019. Wych Elm 9/18/2005
1020. Yellow Moss -new- 8/15/2016
1021. Yesterdays Lost 2/11/2013
1022. Yggdrasil 10/27/2009
1023. You Can'T Come In! 7/17/2014
1024. You Can'T Go Out Today! 10/4/2013
1025. You Were Only Talking... 2/22/2008
1026. You'Ve Got Magic! 4/30/2009
1027. Zanzibar! 12/14/2014
1028. Zombie 4/13/2013
1029. Zorga's Gate 7/27/2013
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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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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