David Lewis Paget
David Lewis Paget Poems
|121.||Death Whispers In My Ear||8/24/2012|
|127.||Dinner For Two||7/22/2012|
|128.||Distance Never Lies!||9/28/2014|
|129.||Do What You Will.||9/27/2007|
|131.||Does She Stalk Pathways||9/17/2005|
|132.||Dong Tou Dao||12/28/2007|
|133.||Don'T Come Here Anymore!||12/2/2014|
|134.||Don'T Let Me Die In China, Lord!||5/21/2006|
|138.||Down & Out!||3/18/2013|
|139.||Dr. Horcas Quintessential Gypsy Merry-Go-Round||6/10/2013|
|149.||Early Morning Call||9/18/2005|
|151.||Elegy For A Poet||7/23/2008|
|156.||End Of A Rat||12/16/2012|
|157.||End Of The Dream||1/15/2013|
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 ...
There is something that feeds on the evil
It finds in the well of its mind,
To bolster the work of the devil
And other bad cess it might find,
It joys in the hurt it is causing
It revels in pain it may bring
To all who once loved and adored it,
For it never loved anything.