David Lewis Paget

Gold Star - 5,451 Points (22.11.1944 / Nottingham, England/live in Australia)

David Lewis Paget Poems

761. The Man From A Distant Star 4/6/2013
762. The Man In The Chinese Moon 12/10/2005
763. The Man That She Helped To Die 7/1/2015
764. The Man Who Died Each Night 11/17/2013
765. The Man Who Lived In The Cave 4/7/2015
766. The Man With Another Face 7/12/2013
767. The Man With Tales In His Hair 10/18/2013
768. The Man With The Eyes Of God 2/17/2014
769. The Mangling Hook 7/26/2015
770. The Many Lyves Of... 3/26/2015
771. The Master Of Hounds 5/11/2013
772. The Message That Did Me Harm 7/11/2015
773. The Midnight Plane 1/11/2015
774. The Mind Catcher 1/8/2016
775. The Mirror Of Truth 8/13/2015
776. The Misunderstanding 12/7/2014
777. The Mock Wedding 2/24/2014
778. The Monster & Captain Kreel 12/23/2009
779. The Monster & The Candle 12/2/2015
780. The Mouth Of The Oracle 3/30/2013
781. The Mudlarks 4/28/2013
782. The Music Of The Reeds 9/14/2012
783. The Myth Maker 1/11/2013
784. The Naked Grotto 8/21/2016
785. The Naked Lady Of Houghton Hall 1/20/2015
786. The Non-Event 2/19/2015
787. The Note 3/23/2015
788. The Old Man In The Park 10/18/2014
789. The Old Ones 2/22/2013
790. The Old Wife's Mood 9/18/2005
791. The One-Eyed Witch -new- 11/28/2016
792. The Other Side Of The Coin 1/18/2014
793. The Owls In Chandler's Wood 10/10/2013
794. The Paper Girl 11/2/2014
795. The Parchment Scroll 10/8/2014
796. The Party Prank 10/5/2014
797. The Passing 11/24/2012
798. The Pearl 5/7/2015
799. The Pearls Of Verna Boone 8/10/2009
800. The Pen 9/29/2005
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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