Freesia Poems

By Nages

These poems were written over a period of 40 years, many being personal and influenced by the author's life experiences. Some border on feelings that the reader may hopefully find echoes in solitude, melancholy, sadness, joy, love, wonderment and playfulness.
Many were written with tracing influences from Thomas Hood, Oliver Goldsmith, John Keats, Coleridge, Tennyson, Auden, Rossetti, T.S. Eliot, Dylan Thomas, Frost and a few from ancient Tamil poetry.

• Language: English
• Publisher: BookBaby
• Release date: May 28, 2023
• ISBN: 9781922788955

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LOVE

A Praise to my Muse

Lining under the silver clouds

Browsing with future thoughts

My lively moods caught fire

In this autumn spangled year

"Then she came, a rose amongst thorns

Full of passion, kindled to burn

Burn to rekindle, as melted tones

Fresh as the dew, fresh as the morn!"

"That tilted head, with ruddy lips

That darkened, pretty eyes

Spotted coy, with curvy hips

Crying for love, crying with ayes!"

A heart’s throb, that sweet smile

Heavenly; With pious prayers

That halo with fragrance mild

That happy laughter; soft sea sprays

That sweet little flower

Limping on its little side

Has her blessing, little lover

To be fortunate, with this bride

Lining under this little doubts

My future is full of clouds

Another dream is spent past

Waiting for the year to last

1979

Come, my Love

Come, my Love, and walk my way

See the visions, I’ve dreamt

Hear the melodies, I’ve sought

Bear my promises everyday

In the infinity of my heart

And be with me forever more

1979

When I die

When I die

Will you come and cry

Will you see

My dead body

A corpse thin

And worn lean

Will you muse

For those days

When we together

Merged heart to heart

Merged soul to soul

Pledged vows forever

When I die

Will you bring a rose

For my repose

Or, will your heart

Throb for another

Seek a lover

When I die

Will you marry

Another guy

And be merry

Or, will you bitterly

Remember me

Now, I do cry

For when I die

You’ll not be mine

I’ll not be thine

And I to pine away

1979

A Romantic Prayer

Last night in your arms

I saw starlights

Shine in twinkle orbits

Your dark hair tresses

Flowed like chocolate rivers

Those darker, redder lips

Parted with pearly tips

Crimson in some angle

Hewed a comely smile

Those curved breasts

Heaving under each breath

Like soft corpulent bells

Throb and ebb in swells

Like a hidden oyster shell

Dwells a pleasant gateway

That flaunts its wealth

In its own dorm and bay

In your lovely arms

Gentle waves of warmth

Blew amidst glowing love

Wondering what’s to come

Was this a perfumed garden

That played my mind

For a rich harvest that’s mine

1980

If you love me

If you love me

Tie a yellow ribbon

On an Old Gum Tree

In sweet memory

If you love me

Tie a yellow flower

On an Old Gum Tree

Make it salve, a finery

If you love me

Tie a yellow scarf

On an Old Gum Tree

Hallow with a bone ivory

If you love me

Tie a yellow string

On an Old Gum Tree

Cosset this, an engagement ring

If you love me

Tie a yellow bell

On an Old Gum Tree

Make it known, you are my belle

1980

Remember Me

Remember me

When times have faded

You have grown old and cranky

When you feel cold in a summer wind

And hesitate walking up two steps

Or, feel fearful crossing a deserted lane.

Remember me

Holding your hand

My fingers twitch in your palm

Soft and reassuring, mild and strong.

Remember me

When your tears roll down

And there is no salt in them

And you