David Lewis Paget

Silver Star - 4,260 Points (22.11.1944 / Nottingham, England/live in Australia)

David Lewis Paget Poems

1001. Wrong Mountain! 12/18/2014
1002. Wry! 11/6/2009
1003. Www. 6/9/2008
1004. Wych Elm 9/18/2005
1005. Yesterdays Lost 2/11/2013
1006. Yggdrasil 10/27/2009
1007. You Can'T Come In! 7/17/2014
1008. You Can'T Go Out Today! 10/4/2013
1009. You Were Only Talking... 2/22/2008
1010. You'Ve Got Magic! 4/30/2009
1011. Zanzibar! 12/14/2014
1012. Zombie 4/13/2013
1013. 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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