Inspired
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“Well I…”
Well I… said that
I don’t love you anymore
When I… said that
You burst out in to tears
Where I… said that
You dropped to your knees crushed
Why I… said that
I’d just had enough of your stuff
How I… said that
I drew on courage I never knew was there
Who I… date next
Is no longer any of your business.
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"Chocolate Statue"
Hhhhmmm… Chocolate Statue - let me taste your shade – white, milk or plain
Feel my caress as I wonder where to take the first bite
Will you melt in my mouth like galaxy or kit-kat?
Let me wonder about your make up - your ingredients
What makes your flavour what it is?
Hhhhmmm… Chocolate Statue -should I just admire your stance
Your position, your coolness
View you in your original glory?
Before I influence your existence forever…
With a taste from my lips?
Hhhhmmm… Chocolate Statue – what form will you take after my first bite?
Will you still have your crisp shell with a mysterious centre?
That I don’t know if it’s hard or soft?
Just waiting for me to break open and explore
Will there still be something left or will you be all gone?
Hhhhmmm… Chocolate Statue – I think I need to leave you alone
You’d go straight to my lips, my hips, my breasts
I think I’d enjoy you too much for it to be a good thing
Sometimes the best things aren’t always good for you
You can’t deny the satisfaction as you indulge
But I am a woman who loves to indulge her chocolate fantasy…
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Mama's Kitchen
Saturday I woke to the smells
Of spinach greens, with meat bits, onions and peppers
They roused me from my troubled dreams
Sniff...sniff...mmmm J
Mama's cooking….
With that special ingredient
That makes everything ok
My tummy rumbled and yearned
For some bammie and fried plantains
My tummy called to me and yelled
"Wake Up! Mama's cooking,
Go get yours before it's gone...
And Big Sis has taken it all!"
I wait in bed, eyes closed,
Recognising the familiar scents
Until the combination
Is right for me to rise to the table
I hear the kettle boiling
The clink of pots, pans and cutlery
Of Mama moving about downstairs
These are the familiar Saturday morning rituals
That marked my childhood
Until now as a grown woman.
Ooh, she's done it now!
That's the smell that will get me up
To claim my share
...Hot dumplings, fresh baked out the oven...Oh Yeah!
I toss and turn onto my stomach
As scents assail my nostrils
Slowly, I slide out from under the covers
A toe...an ankle...a calf...a thigh...my bum...
As I eventually fling off the bedspread
"An-gel-a... Breakfast!"
"Coming Mum!"
I've gone to fill my face
As well as my soul
With Mama's cooking creations
And that extra special secret ingredient of hers
The one that with a taste
Can make it all better
Heal hurts like a kiss, a word...
Like a mother's unconditional love
Like a mother’s understanding hug.
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An employment sabbatical in 2007 gave Angela Edgar the freedom, time and inspiration to tackle a previously unfulfilled dream – that of writing a book when a 6 year writing hiatus ended in 2006.
Motivated by wanting to share her previously unheard words on paper and in person, Angee realised that her poetry was resonating deeply and inspiring people.
Her publisher Rols Sperling describes one of her poems –
‘Intimacy of a Kiss’ as “Very beautiful and surprisingly understated. You have an ability to throw in a line of sheer exquisiteness without even so much as a trumpet fanfare.”
Not defined by writing in one genre or style, Angee tackles any and everything that comes to her mind or her heart by sharing thoughts, experiences and observations of life and fantasy in her own unique style which has resulted in INSPIRED, her first collection of poetry.
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