David Lewis Paget
David Lewis Paget Poems
|1121.||The Mind Catcher||1/8/2016|
|1122.||The Blank And Future Book||12/18/2015|
|1124.||The Room In The Albert Mall||10/14/2015|
|1125.||The Flowerbed Phone||10/6/2015|
|1127.||Surviving The Flood||10/10/2015|
|1132.||You'Ve Got Magic!||4/30/2009|
|1135.||Trip To Nowhere||6/20/2010|
|1136.||I Can'T Find A Doll With A Chinese Face!||3/22/2006|
|1141.||Pen And Ink||9/18/2005|
|1145.||Five Children I||9/18/2005|
|1147.||That Light - That Sound||3/9/2008|
|1148.||The Hole In The Bathroom Wall||3/12/2008|
|1149.||Would He Even Know Me Now?||3/4/2008|
|1150.||While I Write And Breathe...||3/8/2008|
|1153.||You Were Only Talking...||2/22/2008|
|1154.||The Angel Of Mons||2/24/2008|
|1155.||A Paupers Parable||7/31/2008|
|1156.||The Very Last Page||7/4/2013|
|1157.||The Man From A Distant Star||4/6/2013|
|1160.||The Man Who Died Each Night||11/17/2013|
Comments about David Lewis Paget
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 ...
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.