David Lewis Paget

Gold Star - 4,974 Points (22.11.1944 / Nottingham, England/live in Australia)

David Lewis Paget Poems

161. End It! 10/30/2013
162. End Of A Rat 12/16/2012
163. End Of The Dream 1/15/2013
164. Eternal Youth 7/8/2012
165. Evening Light 6/6/2013
166. Fair Exchange 11/15/2012
167. Falconridge 10/24/2013
168. Fallen Angel 5/26/2013
169. Family History 12/25/2008
170. Family Secret 11/9/2014
171. Family Skeleton 10/16/2013
172. Family Ties 10/9/2013
173. Farewell, Dick! 8/18/2009
174. Fateful Morning! 6/5/2010
175. Father & Son 9/27/2007
176. Final Judgement 1/27/2012
177. Fire Man 7/13/2009
178. First Foot 1/1/2012
179. Five Children I 9/18/2005
180. Five Hundred And One 11/13/2014
181. Flawed Fidelity 8/22/2012
182. Follow Me Now! 8/9/2010
183. Following Jane 10/30/2014
184. Footsteps! 3/4/2014
185. For A Social Worker 9/14/2008
186. For George... 5/20/2010
187. For The Children Of Sandy Hook 12/14/2012
188. For The Love Of Mildred Pierce 9/19/2013
189. Found Out 7/24/2013
190. From A Blue Cloud 9/17/2005
191. From God To Man 12/20/2012
192. Frosty Hollow 8/8/2014
193. Ganga Rok 4/25/2013
194. Getting Old 3/4/2008
195. Ghost Train 9/11/2012
196. Girl On A Train 1/19/2015
197. Goblin Castle 11/29/2014
198. Goblin Dell 11/11/2015
199. Goddo & Me... 11/29/2007
200. Going Out... 1/10/2013
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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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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