David Lewis Paget

Gold Star - 6,556 Points (22.11.1944 / Nottingham, England/live in Australia)

David Lewis Paget Poems

1041. Too Late 3/7/2017
1042. Too Many Women 9/21/2014
1043. Topsy Turvy 5/25/2014
1044. Toxic Assets 3/28/2009
1045. Trench Warfare 9/30/2005
1046. Trick Or Treat 10/31/2014
1047. Trip To Nowhere 6/20/2010
1048. Tunnel Love 9/18/2016
1049. Turn Of The Knife 12/28/2015
1050. Twenty Years Down - (The Beatles) 10/4/2005
1051. Two Hundred Years After Cook 9/28/2005
1052. Two Paths... 1/1/2015
1053. Two Pigeons 1/18/2014
1054. Two Steps Closer To Hell 2/25/2016
1055. Two To Choose 12/18/2016
1056. Uncle 2/1/2013
1057. Under The City Streets 3/14/2013
1058. Underneath The Ice 4/17/2012
1059. Unrequited 1/21/2017
1060. Up In The Attic 9/20/2012
1061. Vain Imaginings 9/18/2005
1062. Vanishing Point 11/9/2012
1063. Ve Haf Vays... 6/7/2009
1064. Voice In The Wind 9/4/2012
1065. Waiting For You! 10/18/2015
1066. Walking On Broken Glass 9/22/2016
1067. Walpurgisnacht 12/30/2012
1068. War Of Words 10/15/2013
1069. Waters Into Wine 9/17/2005
1070. Wattle & Daub 6/3/2009
1071. Waxwork 4/12/2013
1072. Wedlock 3/1/2016
1073. Well We Might 9/18/2005
1074. What Happened To The Day? 10/17/2008
1075. What Happens? 12/26/2014
1076. What's In A Name? 5/7/2008
1077. When Our Days Are Minutes... 9/17/2005
1078. When Peggity Pulled The Cord 5/16/2013
1079. When The Welsh Of Wales Go Home 9/18/2005
1080. Where Are The Birds Of Wenzhou, Bei Bei 11/8/2005
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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