David Lewis Paget

Veteran Poet - 1,854 Points (22.11.1944 / Nottingham, England/live in Australia)

David Lewis Paget Poems

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

‘It’s not that I wanted to leave, ’ he wrote,
On a scrap they later found,
‘Just that the stress was too intense,
You drove me into the ground.
You’re like a terrier, won’t let go
Til you drive us all to tears,
You have to worry the same old thing
You’ve clung to your chest for years.’

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