Before it’s too late I must learn to appreciate
The part of me that keeps me alive
Eat better before it’s too late
Help it pump better being improving my strides
Because when it one days stops…so do I
Gina Surgeon
Gina Surgeon
Gina has had a lifelong interest in reading and writing. As early as elementary age she has received requests to recite her poetry in school, church, and to pen pieces for special occasions. She is currently working in the publication process of several books and works of poetry. The best of which is a children's book series created with her granddaughter Ayanna. Professionally, Gina serves as Executive Director of Positive FACE, a nonprofit organization that she founded to encourage life excel in at-risk students. Her blog, which features writings from her testimony and vision, can be found on the organization website www.positiveface.org.
Always Reaching Higher
Standing tall and I’m reaching
Through the night and I’m reaching
In the rain and I’m reaching
Cold and Snow and I’m reaching
Kids call me ‘base’ and I’m reaching
Shade for all and I’m reaching
Sticks are cute small parts of me
Standing tall and bold I am a tree – and I’m always reaching
Trading Places
July Tenth Nineteen Hundred and Sixty Three
The day the Gina came to be
The day Alexander joined obscurity
Before that day he was a family man
After that day he was never heard of again
Fifty three years later he has never been found
The family’s heart silence as justice never makes a sound
United by the Skies
As I lie under the canopy of the silver moon
I gaze at its reflection across an ebony lake
Knowing that you too see the same reflection across the ocean
I am in awe of the glory that love creates
When you are so far away but emotions spare no distance
And you feel right by my side.
Invisible
I am here but you can’t see me.
I know you can’t
If you could see me
You’d see a mother child
In need of love, true love
And you would not leave me here, in the dark, without food, on the cold…hard…ground.
You say you love. Do you love me? Do you see me?
I am Invisible.
On Top
For those afraid of heights
Don’t you know that you are never promoted to the bottom floor.
Don’t you want more
Breath in deep and jump with all of your might
Don’t you know that you will never have more than the things for which you reach
Don’t you know you must go up to forgo defeat.
Again
I guess there are times that you want to begin
again
and you can’t get past the end
again
Not sure how to stop this trend.
Angst
Anxious to see you
Nervous about the day
Goosebumps head to toe as I think ahead
Suffering as time all but stands still
Tremble because you are in trouble.
The good kind
Compatible We
Am I?
Am I poetic in my flow?
When the bloom of my lips open like a flower
and the words that I speak flow like dew dripping from its tip
Does it look like poetry?
When my motion around you draws a gentle breeze
and the chill is just enough to awaken the senses to alertness
Does it feel like poetry?
When the melody of my voice lands on your ears like Coltrane
and the sounds all land in sharps and flats perfectly aligned in a stanza
Does it sound like poetry?
I long to be poetry – because to me poetry is life
I want to allure, awaken and accent your life, like only poetry could
If I am poetry – then the flow will be natural to me
Am I?
Am I poetic in my flow?
jj2016
Frienemies 2016
140 Characters
They can celebrate or slaughter you
One quick story, false or true
And you can’t catch it soon enough
To like or react
It must be a fact. It’s posted on Facebook
Right?
Did she Snapchat the tonight?
Because pictures have taken all of our words.
What can we do to be heard?
Not sure. Let’s Google it