David Lewis Paget

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

David Lewis Paget Poems

1041. Woman In Black 11/4/2012
1042. Woman In Child 9/18/2005
1043. Woman Of Stone 3/15/2012
1044. Wood Men 1/25/2013
1045. Words 9/30/2005
1046. Would He Even Know Me Now? 3/4/2008
1047. Wrong Mountain! 12/18/2014
1048. Wry! 11/6/2009
1049. Www. 6/9/2008
1050. Wych Elm 9/18/2005
1051. Yellow Moss 8/15/2016
1052. Yesterdays Lost 2/11/2013
1053. Yggdrasil 10/27/2009
1054. You Can'T Come In! 7/17/2014
1055. You Can'T Go Out Today! 10/4/2013
1056. You Were Only Talking... 2/22/2008
1057. You'Ve Got Magic! 4/30/2009
1058. Zanzibar! 12/14/2014
1059. Zombie 4/13/2013
1060. Zorga's Gate 7/27/2013
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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The Temptress

She didn't want her to be with him,
She wanted Anne for herself,
Since ever he had been on the scene
It was like she was on the shelf.
Anne never called for a girl's night out
As she'd done in the days before,
So tears had streamed in her nightmare dreams
And Cathy had said, ‘it's war! '

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