Welcome to Angee's Poetry place  

Wow!

I can't believe it has been over a year since I published INSPIRED in Feb 2008. Time has truly flown by and when I reflect, I realise I have accomplished and learnt so much in this time!

Since June 2008, I've been reading my poetry weekly on Community Radio Station - Roots 95.4FM (www.ukrootsfm.com) every Thursday 8-10pm GMT. I've done quite a few readings and performance shows last year.

This year 2009, I've stepped up my game with writing for not one but two forthcoming collections, Cinnamon & Sin ( www.cinnamonandsin.com) and INSPIRED Vol.2. I've performed outside of London for the first time, most recently in Birmingham, West Midlands and even taking it transatlantic by sharing the title poem 'Inspired' in New York's world famous Nuyorican Poet's Cafe Open Mic Reading Room in January.

In Feb, I was appointed UK Editor for Teen Caribbean (formerly Skoop) online magazine (www.teencaribbean.com). I've also become more involved with reading at community and empowerment events e.g. Descendants 15yr reunion & Work Directions & Our Lady of Lourdes Fundraising Caribbean Day. 

What I do now gives me so much pleasure, because I enjoy writing so much. I'm also in a unique position to help influence the young positively by sharing my words online and via the radio, and this isn't a responsibility that I take on board lightly.

But what really gives me the most satisfaction, is if someone takes the time to tell me that they liked what I've written or it has touched them deeply in some way or has given them the courage to do something that they didn't think they were capable of. To me this makes everything that I do worthwhile. That's also what I like about the power of positivity and positive energy! It makes me want to write more and strive for excellence when I write!

If you'd like to purchase a copy of my first book of poetry INSPIRED, you can use paypal by sending a payment of £10 (if you live in the UK) or £12 (if you live elsewhere) to POETRY@angee.co.uk  and a signed/dedicated copy will be winging it's way to you.

Or alternatively go to EBay and search for 'Angela Edgar INSPIRED' and buy it now!

Thanks for taking the time to swing by and be INSPIRED.

Angee.

June 2009.



Here's my favourite poem from INSPIRED, which is dedicated to my Mum!

'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 :-)
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.

© 2nd September 2006 - 10:34am Written By Angela Edgar
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Here's a poem from INSPIRED Vol.2...

"SHINE BRIGHT"

You gotta shine bright
You gotta see you are a light
A shining star sent to guide others
Fathers, Mothers, Sisters and Brothers
Showing them a different path, from the one they now tread
Showing them that there really is nothing to dread
Showing them there always is another choice
Showing them it’s okay as one to share their voice.

You gotta shine bright
You gotta see you are a light
One that will lead others back to the right
Open your heart, so others will sing
Bare your soul, give the dark keeper back his bling
By believing that you can, look deep and have faith
Work hard, you can have it all, perhaps even too the cake.

You gotta shine bright
You gotta see you are a light
Show them it's possible, you can reach that dream goal
Together we protect, we are one of the same fold
Tarry awhile so you don't stumble or fall
You were destined to shine bright for them after all
It’s part of the process so worry not, just do you
With God by your side, He will help us all through.

You will shine bright
Don't you see you are a light
You are one of a few specials
Born to lead others back to the right.

© 21st October 2008 - 12.22pm Written by Angela Edgar
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And lastly, one from CINNAMON & SIN...
 
'Who Would Ever Love Me?'

Who would ever love me?
I think as I look at the door
Waiting for the post to drop
Wondering what wings its way towards my letter box
On this fourteenth day of the second month.
Apprehension fills me with dread
Of all the past encounters I’ve had
Spinning my heart in circles and rocking my head
The emotions over-run and under-turn me
Forging my memories into anti-memories
So I no longer know truth from reality.
I think back to the handsome man on the bus
Knowing he walks behind me at the end of the day
Passing me by as I entered my flat alone
So he knew where I lived
He smiled at me each morning everyday
As he sat in the seat opposite me
Then I think oh it was just courtesy,
That he didn’t really mean it
That he was just trying to be polite
But oh how his sparkly twinkle always caught my eye
Unaware he made my day start off that much better.

I imagine the joy I'd feel seeing a strange envelope
In amongst my usual mail
Apprehensively opening it up
My heart would soar with joy
Knowing someone had taken the time to think of me
The effort to choose the right sentiment
The lick or stick of stamp to card
The walk to the post office or post box
To send it lovingly my way…

Who would ever love my smile?
My sparkle?
My twinkle?
My curvy hips?
My saggy rump?
My not so pert chest as age and gravity catches up?

Who would want to listen to my laugh?
My sense of humour?
My wisdom?
My words of comfort and advice?
My moany, croaky voice when I first wake up?

Who would ever hunger for my companionship?
Crave my touch?
My smell?
My warmth?
My intimacy?
Who would ever love me now you're gone?

© 12th April 2009 – 23:56pm Written by Angela Edgar
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