"A LOVE SESSION"

Give me a love session to remember
I turn down the lights
I run the bath filled with oils
Let the water cleanse my skin
Let the music refresh my soul
Give me a love session so I forget
When I had a hard day
I can come in, log on, tune in
My spirits are eased
My work worries gone, now I’ve relaxed
Give me a love session
I close my eyes
Let my lover or my imagination do the rest.

© 29th October 2007 Written by Angela Edgar
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"WALKING TALL"

I like my heels
I know you do too
Nice shape, good front
Yes… Let me strap on my kick ass boots
Red patent or animal print
Please take your pick
Rubber, plastic or leather
Pumps or peep-toe shoes
Don’t worry, I’ll let you choose
Skin tight or flowing free
A polished nail or bare natural toe
Whichever you want sweetie
Let me pander to what makes your down belows glow
The tingling feeling
The butterfly rush
The release of excitement
That turns your insides to happy mush
Shall I walk on your chest?
Or grind my heels in?
How do you take it in babe…
Six inches or ten?

© 3rd March February 2007 Written by Angela Edgar
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"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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"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.
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"OOOHWEE"

Slow beats and melodies
Vibed to unwind
Sweetness of sorrow
Bitterness of joy
Vocal interpretation
Bring pleasure to my ears
Random thoughts
Pictures images emotions
Good company
Positive energy
Combined intertwined
Pours forth from the three
Sporadic erratic dynamic
Feeds off one
Feeds off all
One joins to make four
Another to make five
One more to make six
They opens their mouth and sings
One drums and beats
One key the master chords
Follows the leader
The music maestro
The legends reminisces
And wish they were these
Here on this night
Cryptic, unity tri-everlasting
The spirit is here
Blessings to the one on high
For bringing them to the available channels
Tonight in this place
Speaking tongues through them
Sending his message
We feel it
We acknowledge it
We praise it
We give thanks to him
Raise your hands on high
For bringing us here tonight
Appreciating the talented abundances
You’ve bestowed on our ears and souls.


© 12th October 2006 Written by Angela Edgar
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"ABOUT YOU / THE KISS"

Whilst I finished dressing for work
You were sleeping in your bed far away
Then suddenly you appeared sleeping in mine that I’d just made up
In the reflection of my mirror I saw you,
Chalking it up to my imagination
I watched you breathing gently
Wondering if you were really there
So I smiled and spun round when you moved the covers lower down your body
(You are here with me now but I don’t think even you realise it yet)
My smile widened as I saw revealed your bare caramel chest
Rising and falling…
And with each deep breath
I could see you were tired
Sleeping that deep sleep we sometimes need to heal
I am compelled to disturb you
To wake you from your slumber
But I don’t think you’ll mind
You turn your face away from me
I glimpse the vein on your bare neck
Pulsing in time with your heart
I lean over across the bed to reach you but can’t quite touch…
You’re a little too far away
I manage though, lifting my long dress
So I don’t trip over it and fall harder than I intend
Waking you sooner than I want
I kneel beside you watching you
You drift on unaware of my presence beside you
Until I bend down closer
You turn your head to face me in sleep
Your eyes closed
Your long lashes flutter, attracting me
As a moth to a flame
I draw closer still
My hair falls softly brushing your nose, your cheek
The winter morning sun trailing through the open curtains of my room
Catches the colour and makes it shine
Like a twinkle in my eye
I am close enough to hear your breath
As each exhale leaves your body
To see the faint stubble of your goatee
Admiring the sharpness of the line that defines it
Between beard and smoothness of skin
You sigh in sleep
I want to feel your skin on my skin
I want to feel the caress of your lips on mine
I take my moment
I kiss you on your lips
They feel soft and gentle to me
As I imagined them to be
So new, so different but just right
I lean back a little to continue admiring you
But still within your grasp, your touch
Should you choose to reach for me
Like the sleeping beauty to the prince
You stir from your slumber
Surprised by my touch
Finding that it is me that has roused you
When you went to sleep last night
You were alone in your bed
Now you awake alone in mine
I kiss you again
So you know you aren’t dreaming
That you are here with me now
You give a satisfied sigh
As if this was exactly what you were waiting for
And you open your eyes and I am all you see
It pleases me that you smile at me
In a way that makes me feel so desired by you
Raising one of your hands
To bring my head closer towards you
You trail your fingers through my silky hair
I watch your eyes gaze over me
Your fingertips send electric pulses
Raising the hairs on the back of my neck as they connect
Our lips touch again for another embrace
It pleases me even more to see how you return my kiss
Yours so gentle, wanting, panty-wetting yet somehow chaste
With thoughtful soul stirring passion
We pause for breath
(You’ve taken mine away for a moment)
Just looking at one another
Drinking each other in
Smiling incredulously, hearts singing
We don’t need words to express
Just how perfect this moment is
Just how perfect our first kiss is…
In a flurry of slow motion you rise
Exposing the rest of your naked, limber and lithe form
My own pleasurable sigh escapes my lips as I eye
Your beautiful chiseled body,
As it parts from between the sheets of my bed
Accepting, molded, ready, firmly waiting for my future touch
Of my hands roaming your torso
Pleasuring more than just your lips…
With a promise of much more in your smile
You move to the door away from me
I glance down to the bed to see the remnants of your outline
In the rumpled satin
As the bed springs back to flat
Placing my hands in the spot you just lay
It’s still warm, with your heat,
In the air and on the sheets your scent lingers,
But when I look back to the door you are gone in an instant
Returned back to your own bed … your own place…
All in the time it took for the sheet to drift and fall back to ground
Like a feather floating slowly on a breeze
Leaving me with the last trembling taste of your lips
And a wet fluttery feeling in between my legs
That left me desiring a lot more than just a kiss from you….


© 26th October 2006 Written by Angela Edgar
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