David Lewis Paget

Bronze Star - 2,199 Points (22.11.1944 / Nottingham, England/live in Australia)

David Lewis Paget Poems

921. Yggdrasil 10/27/2009
922. You Can'T Come In! 7/17/2014
923. You Can'T Go Out Today! 10/4/2013
924. You Were Only Talking... 2/22/2008
925. You'Ve Got Magic! 4/30/2009
926. Zanzibar! 12/14/2014
927. Zombie 4/13/2013
928. 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 Pearl

It was not a salubrious neighborhood
As the townsfolk there would tell,
But you often found a gem of a pearl
In an ugly oyster shell,
And Derek thought that he’d found his pearl
In those mean and dismal streets,
A girl by the name of Jennifer Searle
Who would make his life complete.

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