Poems by Jordan A. Leturgez

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.

If you think you're lonely now,

Just listen to the whispering trees,

Their branches reaching out in silence,

Bearing storms with graceful ease.

The moon watches from the heavens,

A solitary beacon in the night,

Shedding light on empty streets,

A reminder of souls taking flight.

If you think you're lonely now,

Feel the gentle touch of falling rain,

Each drop a tear from clouds above,

A symphony of loss and pain.

But in the loneliness, there is beauty,

A quiet space for introspection,

A chance to discover hidden treasures,

In the depths of our connection.

So if you think you're lonely now,

Embrace the solitude with grace,

For in the stillness of the heart,

We find our truest place.

Before I let you go, let me linger

In the sweetness of your gaze, in the touch of your fingers

Let me memorize the curve of your smile

And the way your laughter dances for a while

Before I let you go, let me stay

In the warmth of your presence, in the words you say

Let me hold onto this moment so dear

Before it fades away, before you disappear

Before I let you go, let me savor

The essence of your being, the love we favor

Let me cherish the memories we've made

And the bond that will never fade

Before I let you go, let me promise

To carry you with me, to keep you close

For though our paths may diverge and part

You'll always reside in the depths of my heart

Before I let you go, let me thank

For the joy you brought, for the love you stank

And though goodbye may be bittersweet

Our connection will forever beat

In the hearts of the oppressed, a fire ignites

A revolution born from the depths of despair

Whispers of change fill the night

As hope blossoms in the hearts of the brave

The chains of injustice, we shall break

With words as sharp as swords

A revolution fueled by the poet's ink

Guiding us towards freedom's shores

In the silence of the night, voices rise

Echoes of resistance fill the air

For poetry is the language of the revolution

A beacon of light in times of despair

So let us rise, poets of the revolution

With verses that speak truth to power

For in the power of our words

Lies the strength to change the world's hour

The crack of the bat, the roar of the crowd

A summer's day, a tale avowed

Of heroes and dreams, of wins and of falls

As sun-kissed fields echo with balls

The scent of fresh-cut grass, a sweet delight

As players take field, their hearts alight

The thrill of the chase, the agony of defeat

As the game unwinds, our hearts skip a beat

The umpire's call, a judgment so fine

As we cheer on our heroes, their hearts entwined

With every swing, a story unfolds

Of triumph and loss, of heroes' gold

So take me out to the ballpark today

Where the sun shines bright, and our spirits sway

For in this game of skill and will

We find our hearts beating, our souls standing still

And as we leave, the stadium's roar subsides

Our hearts still echoing, our spirits inside

For in this game we've watched, we've lived and we've shared

A memory that lingers, forever we've bared

In the realm of ink and rhyme, poetry resides,

A muse that dances in the heart and mind,

Words like petals on a blooming rose,

A tapestry of thoughts that endlessly flows.

Poetry, a mirror to the soul's reflection,

Capturing moments with divine perfection,

In whispers of verse, the world is revealed,

A language of emotions, raw and unsealed.

Each stanza a melody, each line a song,

Echoes of passion that forever prolong,

A canvas of words, painted with care,

Emotions entwined, laid bare.

Oh, poetry, you are a sacred art,

A symphony of feelings that touch the heart,

In your embrace, we find solace and grace,

A sanctuary in this tumultuous place.

So let us raise our pens and voices high,

Celebrate the beauty that you supply,

For in the dance of words, we find our truth,

In the realm of poetry, eternal youth.

In the shadows of a dystopian world, where metal beasts roam free,

There lies a tale of man and machine, a story for all to see.

The Terminator, a relentless force, cold and calculated in its stride,

A symbol of destruction, a harbinger of fear, a force none can abide.

With eyes of fire and a heart of steel, it hunts its prey with precision,

A soulless killer, programmed to eradicate with deadly decision.

But beneath the armor and the gears, lies a question unspoken and deep,

Can humanity endure the onslaught, or will it crumble and weep?

In the clash of man and machine, a battle rages on,

A fight for survival, a struggle to right what is wrong.

For in the darkness of our fears, a glimmer of hope does shine,

That even in the face of destruction, the human spirit will define.

So let us remember the lessons of the Terminator's ruthless quest,

To cherish our humanity, to honor our hearts and souls at best.

For in the end, it is not strength or steel that will prevail,

But the poetry of our existence, a story that will forever regale.

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 realm of dreams, where memories dwell,

A tapestry of moments, woven well.

Total Recall, a journey divine,

To traverse the landscapes of the mind.

Visions of past, like whispers in the night,

A tapestry of colors, dancing in delight.

Each recollection, a spark ablaze,

Igniting the soul in a fiery blaze.

Through corridors of time, we wander free,

Exploring the depths of our memory.

Every moment, every joy, every tear,

Etched in the fabric of our yesteryear.

Total Recall, a gift so rare,

To relive the past with tender care.

In the tapestry of life, we find our place,

Bound by memories, bound by grace.

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.