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.
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Thursday, 8 April 2010
Wednesday, 19 August 2009
"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.
"HOW I WRITE RHYME"
I close my eyes
The words flash as images
Hot and heavy sentences
Constructing a creation
They piece together in my mind.
In my mind’s eye
One word joins another
Until they make a sentence … or not.
Until they’re ready to be formed
Into what I mould them.
I’m inspired by what surrounds me
People, sounds, smells, events
Emotions and feelings, touch and taste
Phrases and random thoughts, acts
Single words, that make sense or no sense.
Like a good cook
I know when they are ready
To be consumed greedily
To be absorbed by eyes, ears and souls
This is how I write my rhyme.
© 11th July 2007 – 11:18am Written by Angela Edgar.
WWW.ANGEE.CO.UK All Rights Reserved.
Unauthorised Reproduction Prohibited.
The words flash as images
Hot and heavy sentences
Constructing a creation
They piece together in my mind.
In my mind’s eye
One word joins another
Until they make a sentence … or not.
Until they’re ready to be formed
Into what I mould them.
I’m inspired by what surrounds me
People, sounds, smells, events
Emotions and feelings, touch and taste
Phrases and random thoughts, acts
Single words, that make sense or no sense.
Like a good cook
I know when they are ready
To be consumed greedily
To be absorbed by eyes, ears and souls
This is how I write my rhyme.
© 11th July 2007 – 11:18am Written by Angela Edgar.
WWW.ANGEE.CO.UK All Rights Reserved.
Unauthorised Reproduction Prohibited.
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