David Lewis Paget

Gold Star - 7,577 Points (22.11.1944 / Nottingham, England/live in Australia)

David Lewis Paget Poems

361. Mother Of The Bride 11/21/2013
362. Ms Found In A Belfry 9/30/2008
363. Mumbo Jumbo 1/7/2010
364. My Lady Jane 11/16/2014
365. Nadine 12/28/2014
366. Natural Man 2/7/2013
367. Near Thing! 6/11/2015
368. Necronicon 11/15/2009
369. Nemesis 7/7/2013
370. Never Come Here Again! 1/15/2015
371. Never The God... 9/18/2005
372. New Souls For Old 8/1/2013
373. Next Time Around 5/20/2014
374. Night Mites 1/9/2013
375. Ninety Steps 10/26/2016
376. No Emails! 3/6/2013
377. No Escape! 3/6/2015
378. No Man's Land 1/6/2009
379. Nobody's Girl -new- 6/16/2017
380. No-Name The Cat 9/18/2005
381. Nostradamus 9/18/2005
382. Not Enough... 7/21/2015
383. Now That I'M Mad 10/4/2005
384. Nowhere 3/14/2017
385. Obit. 3/2/2008
386. Obsession 9/16/2015
387. Of Comets And Bats 5/22/2017
388. Of Loss And Love 6/16/2015
389. Oliver's Head 5/26/2013
390. On My Mother's 80th. 9/18/2005
391. On The Death Of John Lennon 9/30/2005
392. On The Death Of My Father 9/17/2005
393. On The Lam 11/29/2012
394. On The Other Side Of The Door 10/8/2014
395. On The Raising Of The Mary Rose 9/30/2005
396. On Your 48th. 9/18/2005
397. Once All The Books Are Gone! 9/26/2014
398. Once, When The World Of Trees.... 9/17/2005
399. One By One... 7/20/2006
400. One Lonely Night 9/17/2005
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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Sally Ann

‘Where are you going, Sally Ann
Now the nights have become so dark,
Why do you get so restless, say
You want to walk in the park? '
I thought to sit by the fireside
Each time that she ventured out,
It's cold and damp by the streetlight lamp,
So what was it all about?

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