David Lewis Paget

Gold Star - 7,598 Points (22.11.1944 / Nottingham, England/live in Australia)

David Lewis Paget Poems

1. A Blank Page 3/20/2015
2. A Chaste Affair 6/30/2015
3. A Christmas Gift 12/3/2013
4. A Christmas Tale 12/5/2014
5. A Fateful Blow 6/21/2015
6. A Gypsy Tease 5/16/2017
7. A Hard Parting 9/7/2016
8. A Letter From Bedlam 12/5/2014
9. A Life Of Nothing Much 4/9/2014
10. A Long Wait 8/24/2015
11. A Long, Long Walk By The Lake 8/3/2014
12. A Long, Long Way From Home 3/28/2015
13. A Lover's Verse 11/19/2008
14. A Paupers Parable 7/31/2008
15. A Penny For The Guy 12/6/2009
16. A Question Of Faith 11/10/2015
17. A Question Of Fate 4/1/2017
18. A Strange Courting 6/9/2015
19. A Viking Morality Tale 7/16/2008
20. A Walk In The Park 11/15/2013
21. A Welsh Hymn 9/18/2005
22. A Winter's Tale 8/23/2016
23. Admiral Nelson 4/8/2009
24. After Dark 6/19/2015
25. After The Comet 10/2/2008
26. Aftermath 9/28/2005
27. Against All Odds 7/18/2015
28. Age Rage 10/4/2012
29. Al Cobdogla's Hearse 7/14/2012
30. Alisa 1/23/2013
31. All Hallows Eve 10/25/2014
32. All My Fault 4/16/2017
33. Ampitherium 6/18/2009
34. An Affair Of The Heart 6/3/2017
35. An Autumn Tale 6/14/2015
36. An Old Love 1/30/2015
37. Angel Dust 8/26/2014
38. Angel Dust -Ii 11/7/2016
39. Angel Head 9/17/2005
40. Angels 8/6/2013
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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Spirit

‘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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