David Lewis Paget

Gold Star - 7,827 Points (22.11.1944 / Nottingham, England/live in Australia)

David Lewis Paget Poems

121. Crème De La Crème 12/8/2013
122. Cricket! 12/4/2009
123. Crimson Dawn 12/23/2014
124. Crossed Wires 5/17/2013
125. Crossing The Bridge 11/24/2015
126. Crossword 9/8/2014
127. Crow Fly-Over Night 12/7/2014
128. Crow! 5/18/2014
129. Crystal Clear 6/2/2015
130. Curling Horns 12/4/2016
131. Cursed Voyage 1/20/2013
132. Czechmate! 6/22/2009
133. Dance With The Devil 9/27/2014
134. Dark Angels 8/15/2012
135. Dark Forces 9/17/2005
136. Dark Portents 10/14/2014
137. Daughters 3/4/2012
138. Daydreams 9/22/2012
139. Dead Man's Eyes 1/2/2015
140. Deadly 10/19/2016
141. Death Is Stalking... 5/9/2013
142. Death Of An Airman 9/30/2005
143. Death Plunge 12/20/2016
144. Death Whispers In My Ear 8/24/2012
145. Death Wish 5/25/2017
146. Death's Call 1/28/2009
147. Delayed Judgement 12/10/2012
148. Demon Eyes 12/13/2016
149. Deny, Deny! 11/11/2014
150. Devil Sunday 1/5/2013
151. Diabolick! 5/30/2010
152. Dinner For Two 7/22/2012
153. Distance Never Lies! 9/28/2014
154. Do What You Will. 9/27/2007
155. Doctor Bones 2/8/2016
156. Does She Stalk Pathways 9/17/2005
157. Dong Tou Dao 12/28/2007
158. Don'T Come Here Anymore! 12/2/2014
159. Don'T Let Me Die In China, Lord! 5/21/2006
160. Doppelgänger 9/7/2008
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.

[Report Error]