David Lewis Paget

Bronze Star - 2,849 Points (22.11.1944 / Nottingham, England/live in Australia)

David Lewis Paget Poems

81. Charlie's Room 3/19/2014
82. Chimneys Of Lime 10/4/2005
83. China 10/24/2005
84. China Blue 6/14/2012
85. China Song (Zhong Guo Ge Qu) 12/28/2007
86. Chinese Box 10/25/2008
87. Chinglish Ai 12/6/2006
88. Cliff House 11/18/2008
89. Cliffhanger 9/10/2014
90. Close To The Edge 1/8/2012
91. Cockroach Castle 4/3/2014
92. Cold, Cold Heart 6/28/2013
93. Coma! 1/3/2014
94. Courting Disaster 10/26/2012
95. Crab Island Light 6/3/2008
96. Crème De La Crème 12/8/2013
97. Cricket! 12/4/2009
98. Crimson Dawn 12/23/2014
99. Crossed Wires 5/17/2013
100. Crossword 9/8/2014
101. Crow Fly-Over Night 12/7/2014
102. Crow! 5/18/2014
103. Crystal Clear 6/2/2015
104. Cursed Voyage 1/20/2013
105. Czechmate! 6/22/2009
106. Dance With The Devil 9/27/2014
107. Dark Angels 8/15/2012
108. Dark Forces 9/17/2005
109. Dark Portents 10/14/2014
110. Daughters 3/4/2012
111. Daydreams 9/22/2012
112. Dead Man's Eyes 1/2/2015
113. Death Is Stalking... 5/9/2013
114. Death Of An Airman 9/30/2005
115. Death Whispers In My Ear 8/24/2012
116. Death's Call 1/28/2009
117. Delayed Judgement 12/10/2012
118. Deny, Deny! 11/11/2014
119. Devil Sunday 1/5/2013
120. Diabolick! 5/30/2010
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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