Author Ginger Gordon began writing poetry in the early nineties. She was homeless at the time, and writing poetry was the only way she could record her feelings. Her poems were read four years in a row at the Poets and Writers Convention, held annually in Las Vegas, Nevada. From the Heart is the first collection of her poetry; her poems are filled with humor, sadness, and romance. They capture the raw emotion of someone who has struggled with health and family issues her entire life. They are also wistful and filled with the hope that one day all will be well and that she will achieve her hopes and dreams. A Daydream, A Goal Many a daydream have come my way, My hopes, my dreams are not so intricate, A little hard work, So I could reach them some day. Do not want to depend on anything, I hate disappointment. At times, many opportunities, some came, and some went. To give up my goals would be weak and inane, Try to get where I want would be advantageous, with much to gain. Living on this planet in this day and age, much competition Helps me decide, Put my ideas into fruition.
From the Heart
By Ginger A. Gordon iUniverse, Inc.
Copyright © 2011 Ginger A. Gordon
All right reserved.ISBN: 978-1-4620-6478-6 Chapter One
A DAYDREAM, A GOAL Many a daydream have come my way,
My hopes, my dreams are not so intricate,
A little hard work,
So I could reach them some day.
Do not want to depend on anything,
I hate disappointment.
At times, many opportunities,
Some came, and some went.
To give up my goals would be weak and inane,
Try to get where I want would be advantageous,
With much to gain.
Living on this planet in this day and age,
Much competition.
Helps me decide,
Put my ideas into fruition.
A WISH COME TRUE I have one thought in which I wish to share,.
Can I tell you? What would you think, shall I dare?
Not long ago, just a couple of days back.
When we met it was kismet, I felt love in my heart,
As if a, train was derailing going right off the track.
No matter how hard I tried to gain from you,
Just one bit of attention.
All I received, so sad, no words,
Looking for some divine intervention.
I can pick the petal of a rose, he loves me,
He loves me not.
This has been an on going battle for me,
Each day I have fought.
My heart aches from the thought of losing you,
Believe me, I do love you so.
Do you really love me?
Believe me, this answer, I do need to know.
So I sit each day, still I won't give up this time.
For some day you will love me back
For this I really do need to know
What a feeling to know, that someday you'll be mine.
This is the truth about a prince on his horse.
I will not give up, pray my wishes come true,
Let my dreams run its course.
ACHES AND PAINS An ache,, a pain,, a throbbing sensation.
A tooth ache can cause one to go crazy,
A cavatis situation.
A break, a fracture or maybe a sprain.
Our bones can go through a lot,
Just who like the feeling of pain.
A scar, a suture, stiches from an operation.
Going to the hospital for anything
Is a lot of money in any denomination.
The human race can only take so much abuse.
We all need to take care of our bodies,
If we don't, they won't be of any use.
ALONE I walk alone
I stand alone
I sleep alone
I cry alone
No one is there to be by my side.
I search and I search,
But I can't find my guide.
Everyone takes me for one big fool,
I work all alone, is that what I must do?
They all make fun of me,
To them that's no crime.
When will they stop?
Will it take a long time?
I walk alone
I stand alone
I sleep alone
I cry alone
It's so hard to go along with the flow,
I seem to beat to a different drummer.
Always told I must go.
Why can't they just be nice?
Instead they say, "Look there's Ginger'"
Let's all take a slice.
I walk alone
I stand alone
I sleep alone
I cry alone
AM I TRULY HEARD? The world does not seem to know
The beauty of one's nature,
Not wanting to know of our love.
Only busy, busy, busy, pushing, ignoring,
Many of them refusing the good Lord up above.
I am looking for my one soul mate,
The one I can call my only true love.
To see a branch from an olive tree,.
Crying for peace, in the beak of a dove
There are no true friends any longer,
People who always out wanting to use.
The one's who don't care, it's all about me,
The one's who will always abuse.
Some day I hope and pray
That I will get my chance,
I am looking for the one who will cut in
And give me love, my first and last dance.
I wish someone would know where
I might find such a kind soul.
For this, my wish, my prayer,
One who will help me reach my final goal.
There are many out there who
Have been able to find a way
To not have to be so stuck.
Instead of where I am right now
For life there is no future,
I am destined to live without any luck.
A SIGN Each morning I wake,
New experience I fear.
The Lord is my guide,
But nothing is coming out quite clear.
Somewhere above there is someone,
Who has chosen to be my guide.
So I won't always look at this world,
Including all of those who had lied.
What they are,
Including what they have done in the past.,
Nothing is brought to the surface.
Nothing I can say that will last.
So I wonder and sit
And I pray for our lives,
Especially for the ones who have worked hard,
And how long they have truly strived ...
Some day I am hoping for a sign
As I look to the Lord from up above.
A way to learn not to hate,
But to always show the world how to love.
AM I DREAMING? Am I dreaming? The sky is blue. So blue it is as if
The ocean raised itself up to the heavens. No darkness.
It is celestial. A wonderful scent. The blissful aroma of flowers
as a slight breeze has it wafting past my nose. Mmmmm.
This has to be a dream.
I can feel the hand of kindness, the careful hand as it moves
Over me in a gentle way. A hand of strength.
A hand that made me feel safe without any worries.
Are you sure I am not dreaming?
I see you. As I opened my eyes I caught a glimpse of your
Face and my heart ached for your being. As I rolled my
Head over I could feel it lay on your shoulders as I fell into
Your arms. I sweetly caress your face and then you reached
Towards me and kissed my lips. I must be dreaming.
I closed my eyes once again. A soft warm wind moved the
The fine strands of my hair past my closed green orbs.
I was just able to open my eyes one more time and saw
Your smiling face eyeing mine and it felt like the warmth
Of the sun. I was kissed once again by you.
Was it a dream?
BUTT OUT What will happen to us on judgment day?
Will I have my word, will I have my say?
What will happen to those who judge?
The spiteful ones,
The one's who hold a grudge.
What will happen to those who assume?
One's who lives are bitter,
Who disburse doom and gloom?
What will happen to those who interfere?
Are their lives any better,
Nothing appears to be quite clear.
I wish those humans would all get a life.
If they steered themselves clear,
There would be a lot less strife.
CALL ME I don' know what is wrong with me, I am getting so upset.
I keep looking at the clock as each hour goes past.
In and out of my home to make time go faster,
When I'm idle, impatience sets in,
How much longer is this going to last?
Looking at the phone won't make it ring.
ESPN won't do any good.
So here I sit and wait for you to call,
So pick up the phone and dial, please if you would.
Why do I wait? How can it be?
Anticipation has gotten my goat.
Ring, Ring, Ring, do I hear that beautiful sound?
Finally the call I have been waiting for,
Your voice helps me stay afloat.
So please, if you would try and call me,
At any time if you possibly can.
Then I can hear that tingling sound,
A phone call, from guess who? It's my man.
DRIVING OR THRIVING Driving through places I have never been in my life,
I have never known the difference in the scenery
to this day.
The tree lined highways remind me of the beauty
Our planet has,
I've soaked in my visions all the way.
It's amazing what people have done to this earth,
Lighting fires and chopping down trees.
All they do is to have a match in their hands,
And use an axe as they very well please.
Destruction and greed, loss of oxygen,
From our planet so we can thrive.
Each and every day I wake up wonder,
How we are still alive.
There are no such things as proper manners,
Which we were taught long ago, back in the day.
I do wonder about the new generation,
And how they are going to light the way.
EMMA LEA All the angels were talking,
I could hear them clearly declare.
They're awaiting a woman so special
They could not decide what to wear.
Her beauty was endless, her poise most divine.
They'd never seen anyone with a heart, oh so kind.
Her couch was always a place
For those who had lost their way,
The rest was made room for the others to stay.
Sometimes never acknowledged, but she'd always just smile,
Are you coming to visit? Relax, stay awhile
Always lovely was she, not a hair out of place,
To watch her walk with high heels, she had style, she had grace.
Eyes blue as the ocean, for tonight she'll be seen
The men waited in line, as they'd primp and would preen.
She's the idol of the angels
got the best after all these years.
Her skin smooth as silk Emma Lea is now free, and has nothing to fear.
Her tendered heart now knows comfort,
No woes and no pain,
Just her spirit is among us,
and peace just remains.
By: John F. Butler
Through Janelle Delabar
About Emma Lea She was in her bedroom trying to finish a book called,
"Five People You Meet in Heaven". Wanting to finish
The last few pages, she kept getting interrupted by a voice
The more she ignored it, the worse it became. The woman
Reached in her purse and took out a piece of paper and
Started to write what she had heard.
Not knowing the scribbling she had made,
She then finished and put the piece of paper back in her purse
And continued to finish the book she had been pouring herself into.
Later on she had gone to a friends house and took out
The paper she had written on and realized it was about her
Mother, Emma Lea. John Butler, her deceased father is the author
of the poem. The ghost Writer, a woman named, Janelle Delabar.
Janelle had never tried writing a Poem ever in her life.
She never wrote it. Her father did.
FIGHT NO MORE Couples fight from time to time,
The reasons are stupid,
Not realizing hurt feelings
Starts becoming a waste of time.
When violence takes over
And the relationship becomes abusive.
Both parties get defensive,
Words become intrusive.
The problems become larger
Than they first started,
In the end the couples go their own way,
And soon they've departed.
If there was understanding and communication,
There would still be unity, friendship,
A loving situation.
FOLLOW ME I have been waiting for you a very long time,
We have never truly met.
Oh, if you would, you could,
I pray for you to come and meet me.
Your time will not be wasted,
Our time will truly be well spent.
Follow me, Follow me,
To the place our souls will become one.
Follow me, Follow me,
We will laugh and have fun.
For me to expect but a bit of time,
Just be able to meet face to face.
I feel deep down in my heart,
We will never want to leave this place.
Follow me, Follow me
To the place where our souls will become one.
Follow me, Follow me,
We will laugh and have fun.
I can almost picture the glisten
As we look into each others eyes.
Maybe this time our paths will cross,
We will not pass one another by.
Won't you come and follow me.
GIVE AND TAKE Friends may come, and friends may go,
Our lives move in different directions.
But there is something that I wanted to say,
With friendship, there are always some corrections.
For who is to say why we get angry,
At those who we hold close, so dear.
But in the end, all things considered,
There is nothing you need to fear.
I have learned this time around,
What is needed is to have someone
Who we can believe in.
So no matter if whether you want to or not,
Give to that friend,
And there will be nothing to defend.
The memories are true,
Important ones for those whom
We really do care.
So no matter if there is some give and take,
There is a friend with whom you will be able to share.
Dedicated to my friend Janice
GOD AND MY POP What is it about me to which creates spite?
For those who have lied and stolen from me?
I am not able to protect myself,
I can't secure myself, I can't put up a fight.
There is no happiness that I can see
Each day comes and goes so fast.
I just don't know what to do,
How long is it going to last?
They play games with me,
Many think that I am dumb.
I am so tired, don't you know.
What is it I am supposed to succumb?
So between the sheets, I must go,
This is where they all want me to be.
I don't understand why they all want me to go,
Darkness is all I see.
I maybe should pray more to GOD,
What can I possibly do?
My father, he loves me, and wants to help.
I can only trust in him,
I wish this was finished and through.
GOD HELP ME I am trying so hard, Lord hear my prayers.
What makes my life so unbearably hard?
I try to do things for all the right reasons.
Sometimes I feel like the worst play of the cards.
What is in my heart, why isn't it right?
Each day I feel in my gut, is so sad.
If I think I am doing something so right,
It turns out so gainfully bad.
I have no friends, It hurts me deep down inside,
I am so lonely, I am by myself every day.
God help me, to think I will die alone,
I've beginning to have nothing to say.
So God if you please give me some sort of change,
I need your help from your energy above.
You're the one that I need to look up to,
It's your strength, your patience, your love.
HELP ME There appears to be no end to the pain. Through time it has
Always been a struggle. To be accepted of having a disability.
The treatment I get for being different. When does it all end?
This life is like being in a desert with dunes all around you. Is there
Anyone close by? Just the sound of the wind and the feeling of
Heat beating down on your being, but no one is near to
Give you aid, hold your hand, to wipe your tears, to keep you safe
out of harm's way. The attack comes from all sides wanting you
To turn into billions of molecules and disappear into the
Air as if there was no existence at all. The pounding of your
Head on a table trying to crack it open like an egg so your
Brain would turn into mush and there you are, no where to
Be seen.
Why should you have any friends? What makes it so challenging
For me to live each day in and day out?? Praying to GOD.
Asking what is the reason for your existence?
There are many different kinds loneliness.
Being in a room full of others but it is as if you
Are in a box with no windows and the walls are made out of blocks
of cement, I cry, I scream, is there anyone out there?
Can anyone hear me? Help!!! I'm trapped and I have
No where to go, no way out. The pain, the helplessness, the
Loneliness, when does it all end? Please ... come find me, my
Soul needs to escape. No where to go, no one to hold out
They're hand between the cracks in the wall. Trapped!!!
(Continues...)
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