David Lewis Paget

Gold Star - 6,961 Points (22.11.1944 / Nottingham, England/live in Australia)

David Lewis Paget Poems

121. Crow Fly-Over Night 12/7/2014
122. Crow! 5/18/2014
123. Crystal Clear 6/2/2015
124. Curling Horns 12/4/2016
125. Cursed Voyage 1/20/2013
126. Czechmate! 6/22/2009
127. Dance With The Devil 9/27/2014
128. Dark Angels 8/15/2012
129. Dark Forces 9/17/2005
130. Dark Portents 10/14/2014
131. Daughters 3/4/2012
132. Daydreams 9/22/2012
133. Dead Man's Eyes 1/2/2015
134. Deadly 10/19/2016
135. Death Is Stalking... 5/9/2013
136. Death Of An Airman 9/30/2005
137. Death Plunge 12/20/2016
138. Death Whispers In My Ear 8/24/2012
139. Death's Call 1/28/2009
140. Delayed Judgement 12/10/2012
141. Demon Eyes 12/13/2016
142. Deny, Deny! 11/11/2014
143. Devil Sunday 1/5/2013
144. Diabolick! 5/30/2010
145. Dinner For Two 7/22/2012
146. Distance Never Lies! 9/28/2014
147. Do What You Will. 9/27/2007
148. Doctor Bones 2/8/2016
149. Does She Stalk Pathways 9/17/2005
150. Dong Tou Dao 12/28/2007
151. Don'T Come Here Anymore! 12/2/2014
152. Don'T Let Me Die In China, Lord! 5/21/2006
153. Doppelgänger 9/7/2008
154. Dorazamite 2/20/2014
155. Double Jeopardy 1/25/2015
156. Down & Out! 3/18/2013
157. Dr. Horcas Quintessential Gypsy Merry-Go-Round 6/10/2013
158. Dragon Lake 1/15/2012
159. Dragons 12/22/2005
160. Drama Queen 7/23/2014
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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