David Lewis Paget

Gold Star - 6,514 Points (22.11.1944 / Nottingham, England/live in Australia)

David Lewis Paget Poems

1081. Who Cares? 9/30/2005
1082. Why Does My Faith... 10/23/2007
1083. Widdershins 6/20/2012
1084. Winter Comes... 3/15/2008
1085. Witching Kate 1/4/2017
1086. Woman 3/30/2008
1087. Woman In Black 11/4/2012
1088. Woman In Child 9/18/2005
1089. Woman Of Stone 3/15/2012
1090. Wood Men 1/25/2013
1091. Words 9/30/2005
1092. Would He Even Know Me Now? 3/4/2008
1093. Wrong Mountain! 12/18/2014
1094. Wry! 11/6/2009
1095. Www. 6/9/2008
1096. Wych Elm 9/18/2005
1097. Yellow Moss 8/15/2016
1098. Yesterdays Lost 2/11/2013
1099. Yggdrasil 10/27/2009
1100. You Can'T Come In! 7/17/2014
1101. You Can'T Go Out Today! 10/4/2013
1102. You Were Only Talking... 2/22/2008
1103. You'Ve Got Magic! 4/30/2009
1104. Zanzibar! 12/14/2014
1105. Zombie 4/13/2013
1106. 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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‘I died early, ’ said the Spirit,
‘So I didn’t have the chance to learn,
And though I don’t exactly burn
With envy for your thirty years,
It’s such a pity dying young,
The pleasures of a youth, unsung…
For all I left behind of me
Were memories of my mother’s pain
In birth and death,

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