David Lewis Paget

Gold Star - 4,699 Points (22.11.1944 / Nottingham, England/live in Australia)

David Lewis Paget Poems

1001. While I Write And Breathe... 3/8/2008
1002. Whispering Walls 3/21/2016
1003. White Horses 9/18/2005
1004. Who Cares? 9/30/2005
1005. Why Does My Faith... 10/23/2007
1006. Widdershins 6/20/2012
1007. Winter Comes... 3/15/2008
1008. Woman 3/30/2008
1009. Woman In Black 11/4/2012
1010. Woman In Child 9/18/2005
1011. Woman Of Stone 3/15/2012
1012. Wood Men 1/25/2013
1013. Words 9/30/2005
1014. Would He Even Know Me Now? 3/4/2008
1015. Wrong Mountain! 12/18/2014
1016. Wry! 11/6/2009
1017. Www. 6/9/2008
1018. Wych Elm 9/18/2005
1019. Yellow Moss -new- 8/15/2016
1020. Yesterdays Lost 2/11/2013
1021. Yggdrasil 10/27/2009
1022. You Can'T Come In! 7/17/2014
1023. You Can'T Go Out Today! 10/4/2013
1024. You Were Only Talking... 2/22/2008
1025. You'Ve Got Magic! 4/30/2009
1026. Zanzibar! 12/14/2014
1027. Zombie 4/13/2013
1028. 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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