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Matthew Brackley Poem
The unceasing roar
Surf and coral,
hitting the shore
This underwater show
This blaze of colour,
roar of surf.... so
Coral reef home,
so many fish,
blue sea foam,
this is my wish............
This living breathing reef,
surrounded by sea so blue
Living breathing jewel,
you want to be it too
Crashing of sea,
exploding white foam
I want this to be my home
Mighty blue sea
This reef........
exploding foam
Rush of water,
through the coral
Small fish dart
Multicoloured streaks,
natures' freaks
This roar of colour,
sealed in blue
Deep down,
Neptunes' crown
This surf of white,
hitting golden sand
Sun,so bright
This colour ,you understand
Sealed in blue,
rich too..........
Rhythmic roar
The colour you saw
Living breathing reef,
underwater leaf
This moving swell,
coral reef does dwell
Sealed in sea of blue,
underwater paradise
Dive with me too
This brief escape,
weightless in coral sea
This magnificent waterscape,
brilliant green underwater leaf
that is part of...............
The reef
Electric blue fish dart about
other creatures,
their colour does shout
Ceasless flow,
upon this reef
Coral sea,
let us go below
for, we love it so
Pink and green,
purple and red
the brightest you have ever seen
blue and yellow
where have you been?
This reef encircles me,
crown of coral
Sealed by blue sea
Here lies the moral,
Neptunes' son...... you see
natures' son doesn't quarrel
Copyright © Matthew Brackley | Year Posted 2007
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Matthew Brackley Poem
Knees under your chin,
clasped tight
Sitting on you bed,
slowly rocking
This long night,
your mind in a spin
Sitting on your bed,
awake instead
What am I?
Where do I go?
Ready to fly
Nowhere so
Wounded heart,
wants to run
The things he had done
Right from the start
Hurtful things
That are untrue
Piercing stings
These acts you do
Wounded heart
Wants to run
The things he had done
Right from the start
This numbing pain
This negativity
Has come back to haunt me again
Killing all creativity
Bruises and pain
Walked in to the door again
Hate and spite
Try all he might
His promises to me
Now so hollow
This is not what I imagined to be
My heart so wanted to follow
Wounded heart
Wants to run
The things he had done
Right from the start
Bruises heal
But not what I feel
I am stronger now,
deep inside
I know how
He can bruise my heart
Not my spirit
I can go
Where he cannot follow
This is where I start
Wounded heart,
can run
This new start
You see...................
You are free
Copyright © Matthew Brackley | Year Posted 2006
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Matthew Brackley Poem
I bent down
kissed the top of her head gently
For , I must go,
in to the night
This beautiful blue world
I cannot see it all in one day
Sails set and unfurled
Moon, full
Silver at play
A kiss to last...
A day...
A lifetime...
For, I must go..
In to the night
On the deep blue
As wide...
As my heart is open
Beautiful blue world
I love it too
One day at a time
A kiss to last...
A journey...
As far as the heart,
is prepared to go
A kiss to last
Journeys' past
One day at a time
This beautiful blue world
Held in my hand
Like a kiss...
A set sail...
Such things
To my heart,
always last
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Dawn broke
The eastern pink sky
Drew across the stars
As they faded and lost to the night
I called the eagle
To guide me
Piercing whistle
That I learnt as a boy
Running wild and free
I walked in the company of men
High above, eagles flew
The wraiths are coming from the otherworld too
Carrying the angst and pain
That has no place and name
Here at Heartstone
The screeching and wailing
Increased hideously
The tattered cloaks
Scattering the scree
I stood, with the company of men
My bow ready
Arrows drawn
Arm, steady
I have trained to defend
Truth and love
Nobility
Chivalry
The wraiths gathered
The screeching and wailings
Piercing through
To our souls
We are ready
To fight to the end
To defend
All that is true
The flight of an arrow
Unleashed
Steadied by the eagles’ feather
Of brown and gold
It flew
Straight and true
In to the non existent heart
Of a wraith bitter and cold
It was this I slew
A bundle of rags fell
For it is not the metal tip
That killed
It was the feather of a Heartstone Eagle
Truth be told
That slew
A wraith, bitter and cold
The wraiths flew
From behind the mountain
The screeching and wailing
Tattered cloaks
Scattering the scree
They came in their hundreds
To fall
For, truth and love
From a feather
Of a mighty eagle above
Slew the hearts
Bitter and cold
Brown and gold glow
Flashing by
The flight of an arrow
The archers
Standing tall
The gleam of brown and gold
That flew
Deep in to the cold bitter hearts
Of stories now told
Of men of the longbow
I reached
I pulled
Many arrows to fly
Of a star
Of a longbow
Aquila am I
The longbow of dark wood
Felt my strength
As I clasped its’ bronze inlaid feathers
And reached
And pulled
Arrows of brown and gold
Deep into wraiths
Its’ purpose understood
The sky turned black
With eagles that twisted and turned
Of wraiths, slain
Felled by the longbow
Down they fell
In to their own stinking hell
The brown and gold aglow
Darkness falling
The fires lit so bright
In a company of men
That celebrated under starlight
Remember….
This day well
When the archers
Masters of the longbow
Sent the wraiths back
To their stinking hell
Of Aquila
Who slew
More than most
The flight of an arrow
That holds true
Copyright © Matthew Brackley | Year Posted 2009
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Matthew Brackley Poem
The clouds scudded across
A windswept sky
It was deepest night
As I watched magic pass by
The moon had risen
There it hung in soft silver
Scattering beams of light
Upon the waters, bright
Its' pale reflection on water
As I watched magic pass by
If I could catch the moonlight
I would cast it upon midnight waters
Beneath a windswept sky
Upon the waters' moon
I saw beams of light
I could not tell if it was
Starlight or moonlight
All I saw was the faintest ripple
Upon the waters' moon
In deepest night
Copyright © Matthew Brackley | Year Posted 2010
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Matthew Brackley Poem
This early morning light,
full of pink blush
End of night
I feel the blood rush
The warmth of you,
sets my heart on fire
Soft breathing
This closeness,
I will never tire,
for I love you
This intense physical feeling
Your love to me
Your healing,
is what I need you see
This early morning light,
flickering through,
summer wood cottage
Good bye to the night
I love you too
This night has passed.............
So very fast
I want it to last,
the whole day too,
because you want it.............
as much as I do
This emerging pink sky
is for you and I
Endless sky,
for you and I to fly
This beautiful night
has now passed
Pink sky,
for you and I
A new height,
our love to last
I trace my finger
down your cheek,
letting it linger
It is you I seek
Yearning sigh,
under pink sky
Midnight blue,
has followed through,
with pink sky
Summer wood,
awaking nearby
Early morning breeze
at summer wood cottage
A new dawn,
rising through the trees
My love for you,
under pink sky
Here in summer wood
Forever too
This night passing by,
our love......... understood
Copyright © Matthew Brackley | Year Posted 2006
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Matthew Brackley Poem
The wind passed through the trees
A delicate touch
A delicate leaf,
fell on me
Crisp and tan,
down it fell...
You cannot change
A turning leaf
A falling leaf
A falling man
I held it in my hand
So light...
So fragile...
How this leaf could withstand
A Summers season
Now a dying Autumn,
in this changing land
The colour turned...
The leaves fell on me
A falling man,
in a changing Autumn land
A delicate touch
A delicate leaf
Could be crushed
Yet, with a soft blow
I let an Autumn leaf go
The leaves falling...
From an Autumn tree
Crisp and tan
A falling man
A falling leaf
A falling me
I will appear
Lush and green,
in a summer next year
A delicate leaf
you have seen
you have let it go
in a changing colourland so
Copyright © Matthew Brackley | Year Posted 2006
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Matthew Brackley Poem
A Queens' jewelled hand
Lifted slowly,
pointed to the Western land
For, in the West
Stars were seen
Precious things
Hidden
Waiting to be found
In the forests of richest green
A star
Beneath a Western sky
A journey
With you
Deep in to the night
A Queens' jewelled hand
Lifted slowly
To a Western land
Where so many stars
Waiting to be found
Stars for you and I
To be found
Beneath a Western sky
The journey with you
To find this precious thing
Of a star...
Beneath a Western sky
Colour too
So many nights to pass
For, in a Western sky
You and I,
Will find a star
Waiting to be seen
In the forest of richest green
To the edge of night
You found..
What you were looking for..
In the west
Under starlight
Hand in hand
Walking through
Western land
I followed a star...
Found in a Western land
That star....
Was you
Copyright © Matthew Brackley | Year Posted 2007
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Crackle of frost underfoot
This snow covered wood
Where I met you...........
for the first time
Clouds of breathy air,
your cloak of deep blue,
you made me stop and stare
For, among the holly,
we both were looking for the same thing
This cold pale sky,
with no hint of spring
Your first look,
took my breath away
Your shy smile,
melted me
The sun shone.........
On that day.......
Woods of evergreen,
dusted with snow
This walk..........
with you
Inner glow
This walk...........,
with you,
through snow
My heart,
wanting you so
Your hand,
warmed by mine
Your shy glance
How those blue eyes...
did dance!
This love did flow,
on this walk,
on fresh fallen snow
So white and clear,
surrounded by trees of green
Woods of evergreen,
fresh fallen snow
Where our love can be seen
footprints.......
side by side,
long ago
Where I first met you,
on that winters day,
among the holly and snow
You had far to go,
now together
Our way
seems so short so
Copyright © Matthew Brackley | Year Posted 2007
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Matthew Brackley Poem
This knot.....
A second of your time
This colour........
a thought
This ongoing composition,
your time here,
your doing,
your volition
Live your life
as a tapestry
Each knot,
a thread in time
Each colour,
light or not
This composition .....
sublime
This colour of thought
The knots you sought
This winding thread,
easy to break
Together they hold
On the paths you tread
This tapestry you unfold
This emerging picture of time,
this colour
The fullness of your knot,
a little less duller,
if your thoughts,
are sublime
Winding thread,
this image spread
The pattern
knots and colour,
on lifes' satin
Gold and silver knots
Precious seconds
This tapestry unravelling
your thoughts,
colour, travelling
Tapestry,
every knot a precious second
every colour,
a thought
Tapestry,
our lives caught
Shown for all,
every thought laid
Tapestry,
our lives displayed
This composition,
our lives,
our volition
Deepening colour play
The richness in your time
Tapestry,
woven through,
winding thread
The things you do,
the things you say
The life you want to portray
Copyright © Matthew Brackley | Year Posted 2009
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