From the Heart

By Ginger A. Gordon

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.

• Language: English
• Publisher: iUniverse
• Release date: Nov 23, 2011
• ISBN: 9781462064793

Ginger A. Gordon

Ginger A. Gordon was born with a congenital heart defect, and her childhood was full of doctors, x-rays, hospitals, and many surgeries. Now in better health, she works a various jobs, meeting interesting people. She currently lives in California.

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ISBN: 978-1-4620-6478-6 (sc)

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iUniverse rev. date: 11/16/2011

Contents

DEDICATIONS

ACKNOWLEDGEMENTS

TO MY READERS

MY WORKS OF LITERARY ARTISTRY

A DAYDREAM, A GOAL

A WISH COME TRUE

ACHES AND PAINS

ALONE

AM I TRULY HEARD?

A SIGN

AM I DREAMING?

BUTT OUT

CALL ME

DRIVING OR THRIVING

EMMA LEA

About Emma Lea

FIGHT NO MORE

FOLLOW ME

GIVE AND TAKE

GOD AND MY POP

GOD HELP ME

HELP ME

HOLD ON TO YOUR FRIEND

I’M SO SAD

I CAN’T WAIT!

I DON’T UNDERSTAND

I HAVE THIS FEAR

IN MY DREAMS

IN TUNED

JUST ONE MORE DAY

LET IT BE OVER

LIES, LIES, LIES

LOST AND FOUND

LOVE IS…

MERCEDES BENZ (The car of Cats)

MOVING FORWARD

MY TURN

ODE TO UNIQUE

OH LORD

OH PLEASE

Past, Present, Future

PATIENCE

PAY ATTENTION

PICKED ON (PICK, PICK, PICK)

RAGS TO RUIN

REALITY

SEE THE LIGHT

SHOW THEM

SMOTHER ME?

STAY OR GO?

SOMETHING/ANYTHING

STOP ASSUMING

TAKE ACTION

THE BOOK

THE CANYON (A TIME WARP)

The Earth, The Stars, The Sun

The Existence of a road

THE STORM INSIDE

THE WAIT

THE WINTER OF MY SOUL

THERE’S NO WORTH

TICK TOCK

THINK AND LEARN

TO BE THANKFUL FOR?

TROUBLED WATERS

WAIT NO MORE

WAITED AND OUR SOULS BECAME ONE

WAITING FOR A MAN

WHEN

Who Are You?

Who Is This Man?

YOU NEED WHAT

YOU TOUCHED ME

DEDICATIONS

I dedicate this book to my father, Alan Keltz. Without my father, I would have never been able to have my own book of poetry published. My father has faith in me and believes that my poems are good enough for others to read and enjoy. Well folks, that is good enough for me.

BTW (by the way), my father is my very best friend. EVER!!\

ACKNOWLEDGEMENTS

I need to be totally honest. I didn’t read poetry much as I was growing up, and I loved limericks because they were so cute. I, as time has