David Lewis Paget

Bronze Star - 2,138 Points (22.11.1944 / Nottingham, England/live in Australia)

David Lewis Paget Poems

121. Does She Stalk Pathways 9/17/2005
122. Dong Tou Dao 12/28/2007
123. Don'T Come Here Anymore! 12/2/2014
124. Don'T Let Me Die In China, Lord! 5/21/2006
125. Doppelgänger 9/7/2008
126. Dorazamite 2/20/2014
127. Double Jeopardy 1/25/2015
128. Down & Out! 3/18/2013
129. Dr. Horcas Quintessential Gypsy Merry-Go-Round 6/10/2013
130. Dragon Lake 1/15/2012
131. Dragons 12/22/2005
132. Drama Queen 7/23/2014
133. Dreamscape 10/15/2012
134. Dunkirk 6/14/2008
135. Dutchman's Call 9/2/2008
136. Dyes Cast 9/18/2005
137. Early Morning Call 9/18/2005
138. Earwigs! 11/6/2008
139. Elegy For A Poet 7/23/2008
140. Emily's Twenty-First 7/29/2013
141. Empty Words 3/24/2014
142. End Game 5/6/2013
143. End It! 10/30/2013
144. End Of A Rat 12/16/2012
145. End Of The Dream 1/15/2013
146. Eternal Youth 7/8/2012
147. Evening Light 6/6/2013
148. Fair Exchange 11/15/2012
149. Falconridge 10/24/2013
150. Fallen Angel 5/26/2013
151. Family History 12/25/2008
152. Family Secret 11/9/2014
153. Family Skeleton 10/16/2013
154. Family Ties 10/9/2013
155. Farewell, Dick! 8/18/2009
156. Fateful Morning! 6/5/2010
157. Father & Son 9/27/2007
158. Final Judgement 1/27/2012
159. Fire Man 7/13/2009
160. First Foot 1/1/2012
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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Spirit

‘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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