Wednesday 26 May 2010
Thursday 8 April 2010
"JUST OVER BROKE (J.O.B.)"
I don’t want to live for work
Neither work just to live
So to strike the fine balance
Someone created this thing called
‘Just Over Broke’
Some call it a JOB
To me it’s a chain
For some, it’s just so they can continue
Living on the bread line
Neither rich nor poor
An ever widening gap
Between the haves and have-nots
White collar, blue collar
Any collar that’s dirty
We struggle, we hustle
Just to make the ends meet
But my parents never brought me up to be foolish
Nor to easily accept defeat
I’ll strive to accomplish
My dreams and my goals
Stay tuned with this job thing
Then watch me rise as my story unfolds…
© 3rd March 2007 Written by Angela Edgar
www.angee.co.uk All Rights Reserved.
Unauthorised Publication Prohibited.
Neither work just to live
So to strike the fine balance
Someone created this thing called
‘Just Over Broke’
Some call it a JOB
To me it’s a chain
For some, it’s just so they can continue
Living on the bread line
Neither rich nor poor
An ever widening gap
Between the haves and have-nots
White collar, blue collar
Any collar that’s dirty
We struggle, we hustle
Just to make the ends meet
But my parents never brought me up to be foolish
Nor to easily accept defeat
I’ll strive to accomplish
My dreams and my goals
Stay tuned with this job thing
Then watch me rise as my story unfolds…
© 3rd March 2007 Written by Angela Edgar
www.angee.co.uk All Rights Reserved.
Unauthorised Publication Prohibited.
Wednesday 19 August 2009
"DEATH BY TITTYFICATION"
Come and be smothered
Between my bountiful vessels
With a touch and finish like silk
They’ll make you feel
Like you are in heaven
And at the same time
Steal your breath.
Suckle and lick, kiss and caress
I love the way you touch my breasts
Tickle my fancy, Or rather yours
Seeing them swelling
You are lost, wanting more.
A life of their own
A taste you desire
Little do you know
These will make you expire.
Losing your air
Trapped in the folds
Soon your body will be lifeless
And lie there turning cold.
© 22 January 2007 Written by Angela Edgar
WWW.ANGEE.CO.UK All Rights Reserved.
Unauthorised Reproduction Prohibited.
Between my bountiful vessels
With a touch and finish like silk
They’ll make you feel
Like you are in heaven
And at the same time
Steal your breath.
Suckle and lick, kiss and caress
I love the way you touch my breasts
Tickle my fancy, Or rather yours
Seeing them swelling
You are lost, wanting more.
A life of their own
A taste you desire
Little do you know
These will make you expire.
Losing your air
Trapped in the folds
Soon your body will be lifeless
And lie there turning cold.
© 22 January 2007 Written by Angela Edgar
WWW.ANGEE.CO.UK All Rights Reserved.
Unauthorised Reproduction Prohibited.
"CREAM CAKES"
Cream cakes, jam and flaky pastry
Drop out the side of my mouth
I revel in the smoothness
I savour the taste on my tongue
I wipe the cream from my lips
I realise Oops I missed abit
I felt it drop on my naked breast
You’ve seen my ample bosoms
How they heave seductively as I breathe
I lick my finger so it’s wet
And I move it to my chest
I wipe up the excess
I look at it expectantly
As if it were to walk
Then I sucked my finger contentedly
Glad the cream couldn’t talk
It might just give up my secret…
That… I… Love… Fresh cream.
©7th June 2007 – 17.30pm Written by Angela Edgar
WWW.ANGEE.CO.UK All Rights Reserved.
Unauthorised Reproduction Prohibited.
Drop out the side of my mouth
I revel in the smoothness
I savour the taste on my tongue
I wipe the cream from my lips
I realise Oops I missed abit
I felt it drop on my naked breast
You’ve seen my ample bosoms
How they heave seductively as I breathe
I lick my finger so it’s wet
And I move it to my chest
I wipe up the excess
I look at it expectantly
As if it were to walk
Then I sucked my finger contentedly
Glad the cream couldn’t talk
It might just give up my secret…
That… I… Love… Fresh cream.
©7th June 2007 – 17.30pm Written by Angela Edgar
WWW.ANGEE.CO.UK All Rights Reserved.
Unauthorised Reproduction Prohibited.
"FORM STUDY"
My forefinger traces
The outline of your face
Your eyes, nose, ears
Stopping at your mouth.
I line the line of your lips
Graciously you part them
Lettting me in
Past your teeth to your tongue.
Soft and wet
You envelop my digit
Warm and cosy
You twirl and suck
Moulding around me
You release me.... POP!
© 12th December 2007 Written by Angela Edgar.
WWW.ANGEE.CO.UK All Rights Reserved.
Unauthorised Reproduction Prohibited.
The outline of your face
Your eyes, nose, ears
Stopping at your mouth.
I line the line of your lips
Graciously you part them
Lettting me in
Past your teeth to your tongue.
Soft and wet
You envelop my digit
Warm and cosy
You twirl and suck
Moulding around me
You release me.... POP!
© 12th December 2007 Written by Angela Edgar.
WWW.ANGEE.CO.UK All Rights Reserved.
Unauthorised Reproduction Prohibited.
"FOR HONOUR"
I look in from the outside
A stranger to this cultural concept
That someone does and people will kill
For the sake of ‘misguided’ honour.
I saw on the news today
A landmark case was won
A brother’s nine year struggle for his dead sister
Murdered for trying to flee a marriage come undone
Finally bringing them to justice
But are you surprised they were so close to home
Finding perpetrators of a hideous crime
But now they will serve their time.
A young Asian female life forsaken
For being too western and wanting divorce
Her new life just starting… cruelly taken
Or just because they thought she brought the family ‘shame’
A cheap excuse for killers to permanently maim.
I can’t understand
How this happens to be
This isn’t my culture
But still it’s illogical to me.
Regardless of race, colour or creed
To take the life of another is just wrong
For love, honour, shame or greed
I say Brother Singh, you were so very strong
You battled it out, shouting the message
To these people, so loud and clear
It won’t be easy for them now
English law they must fear
To another country, another place
To know they can’t send or force these girls
To disappear without a trace
Their death voices will be heard…
And sooner not later justice will be served.
© 26th July 2007 – 22:41pm Written by Angela Edgar.
WWW.ANGEE.CO.UK All Rights Reserved.
Unauthorised Reproduction Prohibited.
A stranger to this cultural concept
That someone does and people will kill
For the sake of ‘misguided’ honour.
I saw on the news today
A landmark case was won
A brother’s nine year struggle for his dead sister
Murdered for trying to flee a marriage come undone
Finally bringing them to justice
But are you surprised they were so close to home
Finding perpetrators of a hideous crime
But now they will serve their time.
A young Asian female life forsaken
For being too western and wanting divorce
Her new life just starting… cruelly taken
Or just because they thought she brought the family ‘shame’
A cheap excuse for killers to permanently maim.
I can’t understand
How this happens to be
This isn’t my culture
But still it’s illogical to me.
Regardless of race, colour or creed
To take the life of another is just wrong
For love, honour, shame or greed
I say Brother Singh, you were so very strong
You battled it out, shouting the message
To these people, so loud and clear
It won’t be easy for them now
English law they must fear
To another country, another place
To know they can’t send or force these girls
To disappear without a trace
Their death voices will be heard…
And sooner not later justice will be served.
© 26th July 2007 – 22:41pm Written by Angela Edgar.
WWW.ANGEE.CO.UK All Rights Reserved.
Unauthorised Reproduction Prohibited.
"CURVE"
The curve of your lips
Catches my eye
So I wonder
If I can keep that curve alive
So it matches
The beautiful arch of your back
The roundness of your behind
The beautiful line of your smile.
© 19th October 2007 Written by Angela Edgar
www.angee.co.uk All Rights Reserved
Unauthorised Reproduction Prohibited.
Catches my eye
So I wonder
If I can keep that curve alive
So it matches
The beautiful arch of your back
The roundness of your behind
The beautiful line of your smile.
© 19th October 2007 Written by Angela Edgar
www.angee.co.uk All Rights Reserved
Unauthorised Reproduction Prohibited.
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