David Lewis Paget

Gold Star - 5,017 Points (22.11.1944 / Nottingham, England/live in Australia)

David Lewis Paget Poems

1041. Zombie 4/13/2013
1042. Zorga's Gate 7/27/2013
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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 Poet Tree

Way out, on what was a barren plain
A tree has taken root,
Over the spot where a poet's lain
It bears the strangest fruit,
He wasn't read while he lived and wrote,
Was neglected till he died,
But scribbled each verse like a private note
That he hugged to him in pride.

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