David Lewis Paget

Gold Star - 9,062 Points (22.11.1944 / Nottingham, England/live in Australia)

David Lewis Paget Poems

1201. Would He Even Know Me Now? 3/4/2008
1202. Writing -new- 11/16/2017
1203. Wrong Mountain! 12/18/2014
1204. Wry! 11/6/2009
1205. Www. 6/9/2008
1206. Wych Elm 9/18/2005
1207. Yellow Moss 8/15/2016
1208. Yesterdays Lost 2/11/2013
1209. Yggdrasil 10/27/2009
1210. You Can'T Come In! 7/17/2014
1211. You Can'T Go Out Today! 10/4/2013
1212. You Were Only Talking... 2/22/2008
1213. You'Ve Got Magic! 4/30/2009
1214. Zanzibar! 12/14/2014
1215. Zombie 4/13/2013
1216. Zorga's Gate 7/27/2013

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

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 ...

Read the full of Swan Song

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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