David Lewis Paget

Silver Star - 4,428 Points (22.11.1944 / Nottingham, England/live in Australia)

David Lewis Paget Poems

1001. Woman Of Stone 3/15/2012
1002. Wood Men 1/25/2013
1003. Words 9/30/2005
1004. Would He Even Know Me Now? 3/4/2008
1005. Wrong Mountain! 12/18/2014
1006. Wry! 11/6/2009
1007. Www. 6/9/2008
1008. Wych Elm 9/18/2005
1009. Yesterdays Lost 2/11/2013
1010. Yggdrasil 10/27/2009
1011. You Can'T Come In! 7/17/2014
1012. You Can'T Go Out Today! 10/4/2013
1013. You Were Only Talking... 2/22/2008
1014. You'Ve Got Magic! 4/30/2009
1015. Zanzibar! 12/14/2014
1016. Zombie 4/13/2013
1017. 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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Bad Cess

There is something that feeds on the evil
It finds in the well of its mind,
To bolster the work of the devil
And other bad cess it might find,
It joys in the hurt it is causing
It revels in pain it may bring
To all who once loved and adored it,
For it never loved anything.

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