David Lewis Paget

Gold Star - 7,848 Points (22.11.1944 / Nottingham, England/live in Australia)

David Lewis Paget Poems

761. The Green Room 1/29/2017
762. The Grindylow 9/20/2016
763. The Grotto 1/30/2015
764. The Guardian Of The Pit 10/20/2012
765. The Guilt Trip 12/25/2014
766. The Hammer Of Thor 7/3/2015
767. The Hand Of Tong Bao Lin 11/8/2008
768. The Harbinger 3/10/2013
769. The Harkness Light 6/27/2015
770. The Hart Midsummer Fair 9/13/2013
771. The Haughty Cavaliers 10/17/2013
772. The Headland Wreck 10/25/2014
773. The Heart Of The Black Douglas 10/12/2013
774. The Hermit 3/8/2014
775. The Hermit & Martha's Well 4/10/2013
776. The High Command 10/25/2013
777. The Hole In The Bathroom Wall 3/12/2008
778. The Hollow Tree 4/20/2014
779. The Homecoming 7/30/2014
780. The Home-Coming 5/13/2016
781. The Homecoming-2 5/13/2016
782. The Horror Tales Of The Greats 2/27/2015
783. The House In The Lane 11/4/2015
784. The House Of Dread 3/26/2014
785. The House Of The Scarlet Moon 12/2/2008
786. The House The Cleric Built 1/19/2017
787. The Hulks 1/16/2013
788. The Ice Log 7/8/2017
789. The Ice Scream 6/14/2013
790. The Icing On The Cake 10/4/2015
791. The Incredible Tattooed Elephant 1/30/2013
792. The Incubus 4/29/2017
793. The Inn Of Jasper Shrine 11/27/2012
794. The Intruder 11/27/2013
795. The Invaders 10/30/2013
796. The Island 10/3/2013
797. The Isle Of Gods 10/16/2014
798. The Isle Of Nevercombak 2/12/2013
799. The Jacaranda Tree 3/11/2016
800. The Judgement 6/12/2015
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 Visitor

He drove on up to the Nursing Home
For the first time in a year,
He needed to get some papers signed
So he sought his mother there,
The matron pointed him to her room
With a wave of a careless hand,
But sitting next to his mother's bed
Was the figure of a man.

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