David Lewis Paget

Veteran Poet - 1,864 Points (22.11.1944 / Nottingham, England/live in Australia)

David Lewis Paget Poems

881. Woman 3/30/2008
882. Woman In Black 11/4/2012
883. Woman In Child 9/18/2005
884. Woman Of Stone 3/15/2012
885. Wood Men 1/25/2013
886. Words 9/30/2005
887. Would He Even Know Me Now? 3/4/2008
888. Wrong Mountain! 12/18/2014
889. Wry! 11/6/2009
890. Www. 6/9/2008
891. Wych Elm 9/18/2005
892. Yesterdays Lost 2/11/2013
893. Yggdrasil 10/27/2009
894. You Can'T Come In! 7/17/2014
895. You Can'T Go Out Today! 10/4/2013
896. You Were Only Talking... 2/22/2008
897. You'Ve Got Magic! 4/30/2009
898. Zanzibar! 12/14/2014
899. Zombie 4/13/2013
900. 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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