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.
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