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brandon nagley Jul 2015
"Smile"

Would this do, to make it all right
While sleep has taken you ,where I'm out of sight

I'll make my getaway
Time on my own
Search for a better way
To find my way home to your smile

Wasting days and days on this fight
Always down, and up half the night
Hopeless to reminisce through the dark hours
We'll only sacrifice what time will allow us
You're sighing...

All alone though you're right here
Now it's time to go ,from your sad stare

I'll make my getaway
Time on my own
Leaving's a better way
To find my way home to your smile
Soo beautiful yet sadly to me /: alot
Gintare S Jul 2011
cold
and fragile.
I lay.
in a ball.
in a bubble.
of loneliness

how I wish
how I wish
you were here.
he sings

on the side
facing the wall.
patient.
I have to be

two lost souls.
he sings.
swimming in a
fish bowl

small
and anxious.
I lay.
in my own dark.
grave

what have we found,
Gilmour,
the same old.
fears

leave.
the sand
and wild roses.
I’m still.
waiting!!

wish.
you.
were.
here.
Steve Jul 2023
Pristine, sixteen and kean as the wind
She was twinned with a storm
The day she was born
And since I met her
Forty odd years have passed
Mostly for better, never for worse
Some things are built to last
And even after all the years
I can still hear her footsteps
Coming up those concrete stairs.
If I close my eyes, it’s like yesterday
Delivering the milk in the student block
Clink clanking away
I could set my clock.
She was from Camp Road on the Mayfield estate
Her dad’s yellow Datsun
Driving through the Abbey’s gate
To pick her up and take her home
“When do we meet him?”
She said he’d moan
“Like a rabbit in the headlight”
She said he said
As I shuffled away and headed for bed
Pernod and black on my wardrobe shelf
You’d let yourself in and help yourself
So self assured for one so young
I can still taste that Pernod on your tongue.
We just knew that we liked each other
Something inside told us that
From sweet innocence to a natural born mother
And you always looked good in a hat
Do you remember that first day
You came into my room?
It was the end of term
And you were the new broom!
How many times
Did you clean my window that day?
And we talked and we laughed
As we thought of things to say.
I couldn’t wait till September ended
And the college reopened
And our separation was suspended
Then I had to ask Beatie where you were
I still feel that little chill of despair
“She’s away tae Spain son”
“She’ll no be back till next week”
Oh how I breathed that sigh of relief
And counted the days till then
When I’d see you smiling again
And when you arrived, you wore the crown
Sparking eyes, electric skin
Golden brown, oh, where to begin?
I could only dream
Of wedding bells and perfume smells
Like the cat who got the cream.

Time and a word, that was right for me
Yes the moment that we knew
That what would be would always be.

Forty odd years, where did it go?
Imagine if we’d never met?
In a world I wouldn’t want to know
Heaven forbid.
But thank the fates that we did.
People and places all those old faces
Remember Rab and Ray, back in the day
Gorgeous guys, fun and wise
And Elaine and Jack, they had your back
Gorgeous gals, the best of pals
Then there was The Sun Inn
And The Bottom Shop
And the Justinlees
Where we drank a drop
- and shot the breeze.
Those were the days in so many ways
A world away
But doesn’t it seem just like yesterday?


The Cast:

Mr Reid, Gudreon and Anna
Mr Mitchel, Mr Mair
Mrs Hyde, Mrs Rowbottom
Ian MacDougal, Brian Baxter
Ron and Carol Iphofen
Dr Mary Ross, her mum and her dog
Paul Cockcroft and Dave Turner RIP
Alan Ducklin
Big John The Gardener, Both Dereks
Jimmy and Anne Deans
Lilies, Annie Gilmour, Shiela Stuart
Betty, Irene, Cathy and Dawn
Nessie, Agnes, Beaty,
Peggy, May and Lynne
And all my fellow students, where would I begin?
For the occasion of my 40th wedding anniversary
wordvango Mar 2017
hard to say goodnight to sweet beauty
the sounds of love passionately
echoing her cries from here to there
but, comes a time eyes must close
and let in tomorrow's dreams and words
I listen while
I sleep
you would too,
if you had Pink Floyd
and David Gilmour
ringing in your ear!
Abeer Mar 31
David Gilmour's guitar
Sylvia's pen
Houdini's hat
Feymann's bongos
Elliott's beanie
Cobain's *******
Karpov's mind
Hozier's hair
Tolkien's genius
Bragg's youth
Greenwood's innocence
Dostoevsky's demon's nihilism
Napolean's Europe
Myself maybe.

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