David Lewis Paget

Gold Star - 7,335 Points (22.11.1944 / Nottingham, England/live in Australia)

David Lewis Paget Poems

1041. The Witching Days 3/25/2013
1042. The Witching Of Ambrose Crudd 3/9/2013
1043. The Wizard Of Barkly Chase 8/21/2013
1044. The Wizard Of Clayton Close 9/17/2005
1045. The Wizard Of Did! 12/19/2014
1046. The Woman I Didn't Know 2/28/2017
1047. The Woman Who Never Was 8/22/2015
1048. The Wood Of Forgotten Deeds 11/20/2012
1049. The Woodland Mass 3/11/2014
1050. The Word 5/9/2015
1051. The World Outside 3/22/2014
1052. The Yellow Bag 6/18/2015
1053. The Yellow Doll 5/26/2014
1054. Theatre Of Dreams 11/14/2013
1055. Thicker Than Water 2/21/2015
1056. This Is Where Reason Stops! 4/7/2014
1057. Threatening Rain 1/9/2015
1058. Three Ships... 11/2/2008
1059. Three Starlings 10/4/2005
1060. Thy Will Be Done! 8/15/2009
1061. Tick Tock! 12/10/2009
1062. Time Knows No Passages 9/17/2005
1063. Time Out! 3/16/2013
1064. Time Was... 2/26/2017
1065. To Bed! To Bed! 1/25/2015
1066. To Fox And Hounds 8/19/2015
1067. To My 7 Children 3/16/2009
1068. To My Wives 12/24/2007
1069. To Sleep, Perchance To Dream 3/25/2013
1070. Tongues Of Thorns 9/18/2005
1071. Tongue-Tied 3/14/2015
1072. Too Late 3/7/2017
1073. Too Many Women 9/21/2014
1074. Topsy Turvy 5/25/2014
1075. Toxic Assets 3/28/2009
1076. Trench Warfare 9/30/2005
1077. Trick Or Treat 10/31/2014
1078. Trip To Nowhere 6/20/2010
1079. Tunnel Love 9/18/2016
1080. Turn Of The Knife 12/28/2015
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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Spirit

‘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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