Poems by Jordan A. Leturgez

In a land where joy is wrapped in snow,

Where hearts are warmed by fires' gentle glow,

The air is filled with carols and delight,

I pen a poetry for this Holly Jolly Night.

Oh, Holly Jolly Christmas, so merry and bright,

A symphony of laughter, pure and light,

With twinkling lights and ribbons adorned,

The spirit of love, in this season, is reborn.

Through frosted windows, families come together,

Creating memories that will last forever,

With open arms and voices raised in glee,

A tapestry of love and unity we see.

Children's eyes, with wonder, radiate,

As they eagerly anticipate their fate,

With dreams of toys and Santa's sleigh,

Their innocence fills every heart with sway.

Friends and loved ones, near and far,

Share warmth beneath the shining star,

Gathered 'round the hearth, their hearts entwined,

In this festive season, love is truly defined.

Oh, Holly Jolly Christmas, a song so sweet,

Where harmony and bliss passionately meet,

In tales of old, our hearts find solace and cheer,

For Christmas is the time when miracles appear.

Let us toast to love and goodwill,

To moments that time cannot steal,

May this Christmas, so Holly and Jolly,

Fill our souls with joy and serendipity.

So raise your voices, let merriment chime,

In this poem, a tribute to Christmastime,

May every heart dance and sing,

With the magic this season brings.

Holly Jolly Christmas, enchantment in the air,

May hope and love, forever we share,

With this poetry, let hearts intertwine,

In a celebration that transcends space and time.

In the darkest of nights, New Year's Eve unfolds,

A symphony of lights, enchanting to behold.

Fireworks painted across the vast expanse,

With colors that dance, a splendid cosmic dance.

With each joyful burst, hope pierces the air,

Glimmers of promise, a future unaware.

Explosions of shimmer, cascading from high,

Igniting the sky, an ethereal sigh.

As midnight chimes in, the world holds its breath,

In parties teeming, vibrant life's sweet caress.

Laughter and cheer, like confetti in flight,

Gathered in delight, embracing this wondrous night.

Champagne flowing, toasts raised in merriment,

A fleeting moment, a divine sentiment.

The year now departing, memories and dreams,

Unraveling streams, a tapestry, it seems.

In the haze of celebration, time takes a pause,

Reflection embraced, as a brand-new year thaws.

Resolutions whispered, held close in our hearts,

A fresh new start, destiny's intricate charts.

Yet in this spectacle, amidst all the grand,

Lurks a deeper truth, like fine grains of sand.

For fireworks may fade, and parties may end,

But love, my dear friend, will forever transcend.

So as the embers wane, and the night grows still,

Let us hold on tight, to hope and goodwill.

May this New Year's Eve, like fireworks that soar,

Ignite something more, a soul's awakening tour.

In the labyrinth of cloth, behold the quest,
Where beauty intertwines with the humble test,
A dance between fabric, a symphony of grace,
An artistry of knot, the tie's rightful place.

Begin this journey, oh sartorial explorer,
With linen or silk, let elegance empower,
With measured steps, fold wide end o'er narrow,
A symmetrical embrace, gentle and thorough.

Like the sun's rays caressing the azure sky,
Guide the wide end beneath, so deftly apply,
Now gently let it rise, ascent to the peak,
Where confidence converges, bold and sleek.

Then to the left, now crossed, a twist and twine,
Embrace the narrow end, a bond of design,
A delicate surrender, a union of finesse,
As they weave and they merge, finding oneness.

As passion unravels, the knot begins to form,
Tightly pull, like life's moments that transform,
A snug embrace, a union tightly secured,
A glimpse of timeless charm, forever endured.

With a flair of genius, the final touch arrives,
A dimple, a whisper, as life gently contrives,
The tie, a symbol of strength and sophistication,
Marvel at its magic, its subtle invitation.

In the mirror's reflection, a masterpiece unfolds,
A symphony of style, a story, ageless and bold,
For in the act of tying, a metamorphosis takes place,
Transforming a man into poetry, bound by grace.

So let this poem guide you, oh seeker of ties,
With every knot tied, let your spirit rise,
For in the fabric's embrace, there lies incantation,
And the art of tying a tie becomes revelation.

In gardens of the heart where blossoms sway,

Love dances freely in the light of day.

A tapestry of colors, pure and bright,

Where souls find solace and take flight.

Love, a gentle breeze upon our face,

Whispering secrets, weaving tales of grace.

It hums with laughter, like a melody,

Guiding us to happiness, eternally.

Love is the ember that ignites the sky,

A blazing fire that never asks us why.

It warms the depths, ignites our very core,

Filling our spirits with joy to the core.

Oh, love! A tender touch, an embrace sweet,

A symphony of hearts that no words can beat.

It paints the world in hues of golden light,

Unveiling treasures hidden from sight.

In love's embrace, the broken pieces mend,

A serenade of hope that will never end.

For happiness, an ally by its side,

Together they shall journey, love as their guide.

So let love bloom, like flowers wild and free,

Unleashing joy and pure tranquility.

In love's embrace, we find our deepest bliss,

Intertwined souls, forever sealed with a kiss.

In the realm of whispers and echoes,

Where shadows dance and secrets lie,

A poetry of blood and bone uncoils,

A tale both ancient and untold.

From the depths of earth's rich embrace,

Life emerges, a symphony of grace,

Blood, the river of vitality within,

Binding spirits, shedding mortal skin.

Through every heartbeat's rhythmic drum,

A river of life, where stories come undone,

Within our veins, ancestral whispers roam,

In the marrow, histories find their home.

Blood, the ink that writes the memoir,

Of all the loves, losses, and battles fought afar,

Stories of triumph and tales of despair,

Etched upon bones, a legacy to bear.

In veins, a river of passion doth flow,

Igniting hearts with a fiery glow,

Binding souls like love's eternal thread,

Through the labyrinth of veins, passion is spread.

Yet within this poetry of blood and bone,

There echoes an ancient truth, well known,

That life's delicate thread, so easily torn,

Leads us to a destiny, both known and unknown.

So let each pulsating beat be a reminder,

That life's sweet symphony is but a timer,

Embrace the poetry found within your core,

For in blood and bone lies an endless lore.

In the realm of hearts, a day doth hold sway,
A tender symphony, a poet's display.
Where love's sweet whispers dance upon the air,
And romance weaves its spell with utmost care.

Valentine's Day, a tapestry divine,
A moment frozen, like love's sweetest wine.
With roses blooming, crimson as the sun,
And silken words, by cupid's arrow spun.

Each beating heart flutters with anticipation,
In this realm of love, a sacred proclamation.
For in this world, passion's flame alights,
And ignites the spirit with fervent delights.

In whispered verses, secrets are revealed,
Love's true essence, through sentiments concealed.
The softest touches, like feathers on skin,
Bestowed affection, let heartaches rescind.

A chorus of sighs, and stolen glances meet,
As two souls intertwine, love's rhythms compete.
In verse and rhyme, feelings deeply felt,
Expressions of the heart, no words can melt.

Oh Valentine's Day, a poet's delight,
The canvas for emotions, shining bright.
With words that dance upon the page like fire,
Bathing hearts in longing, in sweet desire.

Let love be celebrated, in every verse,
With passion's ink, true feelings we immerse.
For in this poetry, we find love's art,
And touch the very depths of a lover's heart.

In twilight's shadow, where time softly fades,

I ponder on life's wandering serenade,

The dance of years, a melody so fine,

A poetry of staying sharp in old age.

Once sprightly, I leapt through youthful days,

With vigor and fire, in naïve displays,

But now, the gnarled hands of time embrace,

A humbling reminder, life's gentle grace.

Oh, let me ponder, let me intertwine,

The wisdom of years with this heart of mine,

For age is not defined by count of years,

But by the depths of wisdom one reveres.

The mind, a blade, once quick and keen,

Can still forge pathways through the silver screen,

Each word, a chisel, to sculpt stories untold,

Breathing life into memories, bright and bold.

With every verse, my spirit takes flight,

Defying the encroaching gloom of night,

The ink, a potion, preserving the mind,

Shielding it from the ennui of mankind.

So, let me sharpen, let me never rest,

For words are my armor, my very best,

And as the sands of time continue to pour,

I'll thrive in the beauty of forevermore.

I'll tether my thoughts to the poet's quill,

As I dance on the precipice, spine tingles still,

For within this rhyming tapestry I weave,

The essence of youth forever I'll cleave.

Now, as I traverse life's labyrinthine maze,

My poetry will guide me through the haze,

Staying sharp, I'll wander through endless times,

A testament to the old age's prime.

May my verses ignite fires in others' hearts,

Fanning the embers, rekindling their own arts,

For in this poetry, we'll find unity,

Knowing that age cannot constrain the free.

So, let us celebrate the silver strands,

The wisdom that flows through our aged hands,

For within our souls, like a phoenix, we rise,

A poetry of old age that forever defies.

In the quiet of the dawn's soft light,

A new day begins, both dark and bright,

As a parent, with babe in arms,

Balancing work and sweet baby charms.

In a world of screens and endless tasks,

In the midst of toys and baby masks,

The dance of parenthood and career,

A delicate balance, both far and near.

From emails typed with one hand free,

To soothing cries on bended knee,

A new mom or dad, in this home domain,

Navigating a path both joyous and plain.

The sounds of typing mix with lullabies,

As work and love become allies,

In this space of chaos and calm,

A daily journey, a parental psalm.

So embrace the beauty in this dual role,

In the heart and in the soul,

For in the midst of chaos and love's dearth,

There's magic in the balance of work and birth.

In the quiet whispers of the night,

Where love's gentle touch takes flight,

I find solace in the words unsaid,

In the heart's language, always fed.

"I love you," a timeless refrain,

A melody that eases every pain,

In your eyes, I see the truth,

A love so pure, eternal youth.

Through laughter and through tears,

In the passing of the years,

"I love you," a sacred vow,

A promise to always endow.

In the silence of the world's embrace,

In the shadows of time and space,

"I love you," a whispered prayer,

A bond that's beyond compare.

So let these words linger in the air,

A love that's beyond compare,

For in your heart, forever true,

"I love you," always and anew.

In the town of Springfield, mischief stirs,
Where Bart Simpson's pranks, his legacy reoccurs.
With a twinkle in his eye, and mischief in his tone,
He dials the phone, in his realm, he's never alone.

"Is Mr. I.P. Freely present?" he asks with a giggle,
His voice mischievous, his spirit never too little.
A master of disguise, his pranks unfold,
Leaving everyone in laughter, the truth untold.

From "Seymour Butz" to "Mike Rotch",
Bart's creativity knows no blotch.
With each call, a new character born,
In the world of his making, the rules are torn.

His laughter echoes through the night,
A prankster's delight, a mischievous sight.
In every call, a tale to tell,
Bart Simpson's pranks, a comedic spell.

So raise a toast to this mischievous lad,
Whose antics make us smile, never sad.
In Springfield's world, he reigns supreme,
Bart Simpson's prank calls, a humorous dream.