David Lewis Paget

Gold Star - 9,373 Points (22.11.1944 / Nottingham, England/live in Australia)

Comments about David Lewis Paget

  • Subhas Chandra Chakra Subhas Chandra Chakra (11/16/2017 12:18:00 AM)

    You are a great poet Sir, whom I come to know lately.
    I would love to read all your poems and the creations in its entirety.
    Regards,
    Subhas

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  • Ramesh T A Ramesh T A (5/23/2016 2:33:00 AM)

    Your poems are classic to read! You are one of kind poet in the world today! Writing your genre of poems only a few skillful persons can do! You are simply a Classic Poet here!

  • Barbara Reiff Barbara Reiff (3/26/2015 3:47:00 PM)

    Edited......He has the uncanny ability to take us to places never before imagined....and we Savor the experience. Treat yourself to a Library of his works....Genius

  • Keith Osborne (4/26/2013 5:57:00 PM)

    Great story teller covers many topics and uses different poetry forms. I am now on a mission to read all of his work.

  • Amer Jaganjac Amer Jaganjac (2/22/2013 5:29:00 PM)

    Great poetry! Cheers man!

  • Rebekah Gamble (6/30/2008 11:46:00 PM)

    This man has a truly unique voice in poetry. His work is riddled with personality and the jargon of life.

Best Poem of David Lewis Paget

For A Social Worker

What spark in you
Is this that burns
To comfort one
Whose well is pain,
That turns the nightmare
End of dreams
To thoughts of worth
From where they came?

And what the essence
Of your creed
That parts the cloud
In every stare,
You spend your lightning,
Spill each need
Then dredge and heal
Each long despair.

While at the mortgaged
End of dearth
They steal your essence,
Bleed your will,
To leave you sworn
To tears or mirth
While those who care...
Care for you still.

12 April 1984

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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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