Poems by Jordan A. Leturgez

In the heart of passion's flame, red heat burns bright,

A fierce intensity that ignites the night.

It pulses with desire, a powerful force,

Consuming all in its fiery course.

Like a blazing sun in the heat of noon,

Red heat captivates, entrancing the moon.

It dances and flickers, a wild, untamed fire,

A symphony of passion, a burning desire.

In the crimson depths of a lover's gaze,

Red heat roars and never betrays.

It sears the soul with a searing touch,

A fervent heat that is always too much.

So let it blaze, let it consume,

Let red heat reign, in the heart's vast room.

For in its flames, we find our truth,

A poetry of passion, a fireproof youth.

In the depths of the ocean's embrace,

Where secrets dwell and shadows dance,

Lies a realm of tranquility and grace,

Where silence reigns in a watery trance.

Sleeping with the fishes, so still and serene,

Beneath the waves, a dreamlike scene,

Where shimmering scales catch the moon's soft glow,

And gentle currents rock to and fro.

Through coral gardens and kelp forests deep,

Where ancient whispers softly keep,

The song of the sea sings a lullaby,

As starfish twinkle in the night sky.

So close your eyes and drift away,

To where the mermaids and dolphins play,

In the realm of blue, where worries cease,

A poetry of sleeping with the fishes, a timeless peace.

In the warm embrace of luxury I dwell,

Where softness cushions every step I take,

A life of ease, where worries quickly quell,

And gentle peace and joy my senses wake.

Within these walls of opulence and grace,

I find reprieve from life's relentless pace,

The plush surroundings whisper tales of ease,

And grant my soul a sweet and soft release.

No troubles here can breach my sanctuary,

No burdens weigh upon my heart so heavy,

I bask in comfort's tender, loving glow,

And let its soothing currents gently flow.

Oh, blessed be this life of warmth and ease,

Where comfort reigns and troubles find no place,

In this serene and tranquil abode,

I find myself at peace, at home, at ease.

In the realm where dreams take flight,

There's a truth that shines so bright,

In the tapestry of collective dream,

No "I" can capture the team's gleam.

For in unity's graceful dance,

Each soul finds its true chance,

To blend their essence into one,

A symphony that's just begun.

No solo star can outshine,

The beauty of the team divine,

In harmony, they rise and fall,

One heartbeat, one vision, all.

No "I" in team, but instead,

A shared spirit, bound to spread,

Across the valleys, over the hills,

A bond that all our being fills.

So let us celebrate this truth,

In every passion, age, and youth,

For in the team's united gleam,

Lies the magic of a shared dream.

In shadows deep, where friendships fade to dust,

A tale of bonds unraveled, lost, and crushed.

Unfriended souls, once intertwined with care,

Now fractured, torn apart in silent stare.

The whispers of betrayal softly weep,

As trust is shattered, buried fathoms deep.

A rift now carved in hearts once close and true,

A friendship lost, a bond forever through.

Longing for the days of laughter shared,

Now left alone, in solace none have dared.

The echoes of the past now haunt the room,

A void where once there bloomed a friendship's bloom.

Yet in the silence, whispers linger on,

A hope that one day healing will be drawn.

For friendships lost can still be redefined,

In forgiveness found, a new bond intertwined.

So let us mourn the friendships now unfriended,

But never lose the hope that time extended.

For in the ashes of what once had been,

New friendships rise, to mend what's torn within.

In shadows deep where whispers dwell,
A figure stands, a tale to tell,
With every clash and cry that swells,
A heart of iron, cast in hell.

Unyielding spirit, fierce and bold,
A rebel's fire, refusing to fold,
Injustice drips like rain, uncontrolled,
Each action a story, defiant and told.

A mirror held to society's face,
Unveiling truths in a heated embrace,
They shout of change, of a better place,
Yet, scorned by many, met with disgrace.

They walk the line 'tween right and wrong,
A gang of poets, a chorus of song,
With ink for blood and resolve so strong,
They'll fight the silence, where darks belong.

To stir the souls, to awaken the blind,
With words as weapons, fiercely aligned,
For every enemy, a truth to find,
In their rhythm, the pulse of the resigned.

So watch them rise, these public foes,
From ashes of silence, their legacy grows,
In every heartbeat, their passion flows,
The charm of their chaos, where revolution glows.

In a world so loud, where comfort conforms,
They dance with danger, they weather the storms,
For through the struggle, a new norm transforms,
In the heart of the outcast, true hope reforms.

So stand beside them, or stand aside,
Feel the tremor of truth as they bide,
A poetry fierce, with nowhere to hide,
For the public enemy is the voice of our pride.

In shadows deep where shadows blend,
A whispered pact, a silent mend,
Where dreams take flight on tethered wings,
A commission to the heart that sings.

With ink like stardust, the quill takes flight,
Tracing paths through the long, dark night.
Words, like fireflies, dance and dart,
Each flicker igniting a yearning heart.

Oh, noble task, to carve out meaning,
From chaos stirred, to find the gleaning.
In the echo of silence, we seek the song,
As whispered hopes, both fragile and strong.

Gather the fragments, the world's sweet pain,
In verses woven, like drops of rain.
Each line a fulcrum, a bridge to cross,
Turning despair into joyous gloss.

Speak for the voiceless, the lost and the shamed,
For in every soul, deserving, unnamed,
A story is waiting, a cavern of light,
To break through the darkness, to ignite the night.

The commission, dear poet, is more than a role,
It's the art of connecting, the stitching of soul.
So pen down your truths, let the ink spill wide,
For in every heart's tale, the universe hides.

Let every stanza be a lighthouse flame,
A guiding light through the shadows of shame.
For when the world whispers, "You cannot, you shan't,"
In the flicker of verses, we dream and we chant.

So gather your courage, let your heart take flight,
In the service of beauty, let us unite.
For the commission of poetry is never in vain--
It's a spark of the cosmos, a balm for the pain.

In the heart of the cosmos, where the void expands,

Brave souls rise like thunder, with courage in their hands,

Starship Troopers tread the celestial seas,

Defenders of dreams, sworn to fight for peace.

Beneath the strange planets, where shadows can creep,

They battle the nightmares that haunt in their sleep.

In exosuits gleaming, they march into night,

Against the fierce arachnids, they stand to ignite.

The echoes of duty ring loud in their chests,

Each soldier remembers the weight of the quest.

For honor and glory, for a distant home,

Through nebulae swirling, their spirits will roam.

Flashes of blasters cut through cosmic dark,

Where sacrifice breathes, and heroes leave their mark.

Yet deep in the chaos, a whisper takes flight--

What does it mean to be free in this fight?

Amidst all the battles, a truth intertwined,

That questions of power and love must align.

In the depths of the void, where the stardust is spun,

Life's beauty and struggle are forever as one.

So let us remember, in tales etched in flame,

The legacies woven in honor and name.

Starship Troopers, through the darkness they strive,

With dreams in their hearts, they keep hope alive.

In the stillness of a mother's gaze,

Lies a heart that's led astray,

A betrayal unseen, a wound concealed,

In shadows where secrets play.

A child's trust, a sacred bond,

Shattered by a mother's hand,

Innocence lost, love turned to ash,

In a world where pain commands.

Through tear-stained eyes, a daughter weeps,

For a love that's now betrayed,

A mother's arms that once brought solace,

Now a source of shadows cast.

Betrayal cuts like a sharpened knife,

Through the bonds that once held tight,

Leaving scars upon the tender soul,

In the darkness of the night.

But within the depth of sorrow's grasp,

There blooms a seed of truth,

That despite the pain and bitter loss,

Love's resilience will soothe.

For a mother's betrayal may wound and scar,

Yet in forgiveness, hearts can heal,

And in the ashes of betrayal's flame,

A stronger bond may steal.

So let the tears fall like gentle rain,

And cleanse the wounds of old,

For in the heart's deep well of grace,

New stories can unfold.

In the twilight hum of city streets,

Where shadows dance and heartbeat greets,

A rhythm pulses through the night,

Whispers of tales, both dark and bright.

With every step, the pavement sings,

A story woven in the fabric of things,

This is how we do it, bold and free,

In the tapestry of life, our symphony.

The laughter spills like summer's rain,

A melody sweet, a soft refrain;

Voices rise and merge as one,

In the glow of the moon, we come undone.

It's in the warmth of a stranger's smile,

In the embrace that lingers a while;

We gather joy, like stars above,

This is how we do it, through grace and love.

Through trials faced, through battles fought,

In every lesson that time has taught,

We find our strength in each other's eyes,

In broken dreams that learn to rise.

So here we stand, with hearts aglow,

Together in the rhythm, the ebb, and flow;

This is how we do it, hand in hand,

United in spirit, a boundless band.

With every laugh, with every tear,

We carve our path, we own our fear;

This is how we do it, strong and true,

A living poem, a dream anew.