INSPIRED by Angela Edgar

"ON THE BRINK"

I’m on the brink
Teetering on the precipice
I could fly or I could sink
I could rise or I could fall
Not knowing where to turn and
How to ask for the help
I know I so desperately need
Feeling abandoned and disappointed
I fall down to my knees
I say a prayer
Please Lord,
Do with me as you please
Show me the way
Show me the path to the light
Help me get out of this pit
My current miserable existence
This thing called my life
I want to do good Lord
I want more than to just survive
I want to make my mark Lord
To inspire others, help them and their goals thrive
I’m on the brink Lord
So please don’t me fall
Guide my hands wisely
Let my feet tread secure
I open my heart Lord
I want to let your love shine right in
I’m begging you please Lord
With tears abundantly near
I’m one who needs guidance
So make my path, my destiny clear.

© 9th March 2007 Written by Angela Edgar.
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"SLAM-TYPE"

I don’t want to fall or be put
Into that category,
To fit into that shoe
That I wasn’t meant to wear.
I recognize the names
I see the familiar faces
I visit the places they frequent
To showcase and deliver
To show off their art
Their skill, their dialect, their talk.

I don’t want to be
“Just Another Poet…”
I want only to be me
I’ve got my own style
I don’t want yours nor theirs.
I don’t need to copy someone else’s flair.

I might dress the same
But I am not the same.
I might talk the same
But I don’t think the same.
Though my soul stays the same
My hair will always be different
My clothes will always be different
Guess why?
It’s because I am somewhat… different.

When I think
When you think
SLAM POETRY!
Pre-conceived ideas spring up blind
I don’t want to be
One of those ideas that pop to mind
I want to be one of those
“Ooh who’s she…” (said of course positively)
One of those
“I heard/read/saw this poem yesterday…
C’mon let’s Google it today”
One of those
That 12, 24, 36 hours or more, later down the line
When you come home, unwind
My words… My message… My voice
Might still be echoing every time
Rebounding through your grey cells
Your thoughts but text of my choice
For now I’ll read
Eventually I’ll perform
When I do…
T’will be I who controls my storm
But one thing for sure
To the ‘slam-type’ I’ll not conform.

© 2nd August 2007 – 20:15pm Written by Angela Edgar.
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"WHAT'S IT LIKE?"

What’s it like
Being a black cop?
Are you a bird in a cuckoo cage?
Or an eagle soaring high?
Do you prosper like your colleagues?
Or are you left by the wayside as you try?
What’s a typical day in the life of a black cop?
You dress smartly in your uniforms
With your desires of making CID
But do you have to work much harder
To gain the respect of your community?
Are you viewed as a sell-out?
Or revered a positive role model?
What do you do?
How do you cope?
When as a black cop
You might have to confront the black youth
How do you manage to persuade them
To drop their guns and their knives?
How do you explain to them
With every stab they make
With every shot they take
They are halting their own evolution.
Black cops I admire you.
Black cops I salute you.
But I know for sure …
I couldn’t do the job you do.
So all respect is due.

Thank you my sister for thinking of me
A fading face in today's society
Always dreamed of being in a position of authority
My dad always said…
As black people we need to get ourselves into the system
Reflect change because a beast can’t stand its own reflection
Check mate like chess into powerful positions
Soaking in lessons from those that paved the way
Equals knowledge and wisdom
Just here to make a difference
So in reality what is it like for me?
I'm living life on a double headed sword
Getting called a sell out
While other ethnic groups work the board
Helping each other with love and support
As a black man I'm just a crab in a bucket
Every time I try to succeed
Another brother just pulls me back
Plus snide marks from colleagues
Is a kick in the teeth for my progression
But I get a good boost positively using my aggression
The stress of feeding my seeds installing the power they need
So they grow to be positive out in the dark concrete streets
It’s all so sad to see
Everyday I try to educate the youth
Their role models are gangsters
Fast money makers with the platinum tooth
Educations all you need
You ain't gotta shoot and stab one another
My young sisters and brothers
Explaining to them how they’re the generation
That could make such a significant change
Easing years of suffering and pain
I can only hope they soak in what I say
Or I’ll be informing another parent their child’s passed away
So thanks for the salute and admiring my work sister
Just trying to make the future for us
As a culture a little less bitter.

Co-Written with James Lee Francis-Famous
www.myspace.com/fameakafamous

©8th June 2007 – 01.45am Written by Angela Edgar
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"STAR IN THE MAKING"

Beauty & elegance enraptures
Warm & delicate sounds captivate
As she opens her mouth
Such sweet melodies pour forth
Emotional riddles of
Heartache and triumphs.

Soul deep, heart-felt
No la-dee-da but La-aa-dee
Things that stay in mind
Echoes of a dream
Waking to write music
That was meant to be.

Watch for her
Wait for her
Listen to her… Obenewa.
You will be touched
I dare you not to be
For she is ….
A Star in the making.


© 22nd Dec 2006 Written by Angela Edgar All Rights Reserved.
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Visit Obenewa:
http://obenewa.blogspot.com www.myspace.com/Obenewa1

"WORK IN PROGRESS"

A work in progress
That is what we are
We’re not complete yet
But we’re on the journey to
We err and make mistakes
But we’ll learn from them
We grow from them
We mature with them
But to be forgiving
We need to admit and acknowledge
Learn from our experiences
So we don’t do so again
But per chance we do, we forgive ourselves.
I’m a work in progress
I may wake up one morning
Cursing all for my pain
But that’s ok
I can admit my faults and say
I’m a work in progress
Tomorrow will be better than today.


©26th March 2007 – 12.13am Written by Angela Edgar
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"WHY I WRITE"

I write when my heart tells me to,
I write to share my feelings and thoughts,
I write because God wants me to,
I write so a lesson may be learnt or taught.

I'm a pot on a stove, simmering gently,
My emotions, feelings and dreams given a stir
I’m a wonderful meal being made in a processor
When complete, go on give me a whiz, and watch me whirr.

I am inspired by everything including you, a stranger
A work in progress, I want to be an inspiration for all
If at least one thing I write touches you deeply, then my job is done
Who knows maybe it could be that one poem, which halts your own free-fall.

I'm here for my calling, a purpose,
A fulfilling, passionate one I see
I don't want to live my life like a blur, I want to experience, savour it slowly
Sharing with you what it’s like to be me and to at last be free.

I want to express and be comforted,
To read, learn and share what I know,
To find out whom I was then, who I am now,
Come with me and together we’ll experience this journey, as I grow.

Us writers and poets we have our talents
I wouldn’t claim to be the better or best
We all have our uniqueness that attracts readers, they alone are our judge
But it doesn’t give us license to say we’re better than the rest.

I’m a humble, creative and curious being
On a mission to make my goal of my book ‘INSPIRED’ real
I’ll work hard, do what it takes to ensure I get there
But would never lower myself to plagiarise or steal.

I’m not stuck writing in one genre
I’ll tackle all poetry types and themes
I hope when I achieve this I’ll inspire you
To go out and make real your own dreams.

I guess that's what happens when I put pen to paper,
I catch a vibe and I ride the power of the word
I have a beautiful soul and inner voice,
One I, and perhaps some of you now think shouldn't go unheard.

© 19th September 2007 – 11:30am Written by Angela Edgar.
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"INSPIRED" (TITLE POEM)

It took a lot
To get me here
I was so frightened
I lived in fear.

A little muse
He came to me
With a few choice words
I was set free.

Free to be here
Free to pursue
Free to be vibrant
And be myself with you.

As I struggled to find
My inner being
Real humble beauty emerged
The truth of me I’m finally seeing.

I feel the love
I feel the heat
Clap your hands
Stomp your feet.

We love our art
We’re not shy, not coy
We come together
To share the joy.

I heard the words
I felt the need
Tonight we were blessed
God’s children destined for success.

A prayer answered
Not a word went unheard
To all the other haters
I’ll flip just you the bird.

Tonight I heard things that inspired
I truly believe that I felt his touch
Compelled to write this
I thank God so much.

For all that he gives to me
I give it right back
My praise forms in words
They keep me focused and on track.

So when you see me put pen to paper
I hope you don’t mind
I’m following my destiny
I’m not being rude or unkind.

Positive thinking to aiming higher
Being what God meant to me
I’m ignoring the negative
Preferring to nurture the positive, in my creativity.

I’m being inspired
I’m catching a ride
I’m just feeling the flow
I’m flowing with the vibe.

I’m listening, I’m learning
God’s seeing my soul
But it’s only together
That I reach my goal.

No more back biting
No more stinging remarks
We’ve got to support each other
It’s together that we’ll create sparks.

Thoughts turn to action
Like flint and wood
Creating a literary fire
I’m doing what I only dreamt I could.

Just when I feel like I’m losing the rhyme
I look around, reminisce, remember
I slow it down
I take my time.

Quick, give me a sheet
A quill and some ink
Old school I know but what I come up with
Might make you think.

I stop, I think
I write it down again
My goodness why didn’t I think of that
Why when it was so plain.

I take what I feel and see
I show you through my eyes
It might take one
But more like two or three tries.
I won’t be in the crowd
Looking sad, feeling terse
I’ll be the one up on the stage you see
Giving you a taste of my verse.

Though I can’t sing in tune
Or freestyle a rhyme
I hope my words however delivered
Touch you every time.

Leaving you feeling hopeful
Bringing a smile to your face
Making you feel all warm and cosy
Welcoming you into Angee’s space

Now you go out and spread the word
Help someone else aspire
I thank you for reading and hearing this
Now that I’ve shared with you, I hope you’ll be… INSPIRED.

©2nd August June 2007 – 22:05pm Written by Angela Edgar.
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