David Lewis Paget

Gold Star - 7,619 Points (22.11.1944 / Nottingham, England/live in Australia)

David Lewis Paget Poems

161. Dorazamite 2/20/2014
162. Double Jeopardy 1/25/2015
163. Down & Out! 3/18/2013
164. Dr. Horcas Quintessential Gypsy Merry-Go-Round 6/10/2013
165. Dragon Lake 1/15/2012
166. Dragons 12/22/2005
167. Drama Queen 7/23/2014
168. Dreamscape 10/15/2012
169. Dreamwake 2/3/2016
170. Drive By 4/26/2016
171. Dunkirk 6/14/2008
172. Dutchman's Call 9/2/2008
173. Dyes Cast 9/18/2005
174. Early Morning Call 9/18/2005
175. Earwigs! 11/6/2008
176. Elegy For A Poet 7/23/2008
177. Emily's Twenty-First 7/29/2013
178. Empty Words 3/24/2014
179. End Game 5/6/2013
180. End It! 10/30/2013
181. End Of A Rat 12/16/2012
182. End Of The Dream 1/15/2013
183. Eternal Youth 7/8/2012
184. Evening Light 6/6/2013
185. Fair Exchange 11/15/2012
186. Falconridge 10/24/2013
187. Fallen Angel 5/26/2013
188. Family History 12/25/2008
189. Family Secret 11/9/2014
190. Family Skeleton 10/16/2013
191. Family Ties 10/9/2013
192. Farewell, Dick! 8/18/2009
193. Fateful Morning! 6/5/2010
194. Father & Son 9/27/2007
195. Final Judgement 1/27/2012
196. Fire Man 7/13/2009
197. First Foot 1/1/2012
198. Five Children I 9/18/2005
199. Five Hundred And One 11/13/2014
200. Flawed Fidelity 8/22/2012
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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Spirit

‘I died early, ’ said the Spirit,
‘So I didn’t have the chance to learn,
And though I don’t exactly burn
With envy for your thirty years,
It’s such a pity dying young,
The pleasures of a youth, unsung…
For all I left behind of me
Were memories of my mother’s pain
In birth and death,

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