Poems by Jordan A. Leturgez

In the heart of the forest, where shadows weave dreams,

Lies a haven of silence, where sunlight gleams,

A family of bears, with souls intertwined,

Embody the bond that nature designed.

The mother, a guardian, strong and so wise,

With eyes like deep waters reflecting the skies,

She cradles her cubs, soft breaths in the night,

In the whispering woods, they find warmth and light.

The cubs, ever playful, like leaves in the breeze,

Stumble through meadows, with laughter that frees,

They tumble and chase, beneath branches so green,

Life's simple joys in a world unseen.

With each gentle hug, the world fades away,

In the strength of their bond, they find hope and play,

Through thorny brambles and rivers so wide,

Together they wander, with love as their guide.

When storms roll in with a thunderous roar,

They huddle together, hearts beating like oars,

In the chaos of nature, fierce winds may blow,

But in the arms of each other, they always will grow.

As seasons keep turning, the years swiftly fly,

The cubs become giants, under vast, endless skies,

Yet still in their hearts, where memories rest,

Lies the essence of family, the eternal quest.

So here's to the bears, in their wilderness space,

A testament woven of love, time, and grace,

May we cherish our own, through tempest and calm,

For family, like forests, nurtures the balm.

In a sunlit room where shadows play,

Where laughter dances through the day,

A world awakens, bold and bright,

Where toys come alive in the soft twilight.

Woody stands with a heart so true,

A cowboy's courage in every hue,

With Stinky Pete and the others near,

They conquer fears, dispelling tears.

Buzz Lightyear, with courage unbound,

To infinity and beyond, he's found,

A space ranger lost, yet never alone,

In the realm of the young, he's truly home.

Through whispers of friendship, loyalty's song,

In the face of the night, they steadfastly throng,

From the bedroom floor to the wide-open skies,

They teach us the magic that never quite dies.

Yet the bittersweet pulse of a child's embrace,

In the passage of time, we all must face,

For as dawn creeps in and the playtime must wane,

In the heart of each child, the echoes remain.

So look to your toys, with love in your gaze,

For they're guardians, wrapped in our childhood haze,

They know every secret, every untouched fear,

In the silence of dusk, their wisdom draws near.

In the heart of each story, where memories dwell,

The magic's not lost; it continues to swell,

For as long as a child dares to dream and to play,

In the land of lost dreams, we'll forever stay.

In twilight's embrace where the horizon bleeds,

A caravan dances, where the wild heart leads.

With laughter like fire, and footsteps like dreams,

They weave through the shadows with vibrant moonbeams.

With skirts made of sunbeams and crowns made of stars,

They travel the night with both hope and with scars.

The wind in their hair, like poems unsaid,

Each breath is a story, a path they have tread.

Oh, gypsy, oh wanderer, what secrets you keep?

In whispers of freedom, in the nights when you weep.

Your spirit, a river that cannot be tamed,

In the language of wanderlust, you have named.

With eyes deep as loam, burdened yet bright,

You carry the echoes of ancient delight.

For love is your compass, and the world is your kin,

In the rhythm of life, you let the wild in.

You gather the moments like fireflies caught,

In the nets of your laughter, the lessons you've taught.

Each campfire the cradle of tales to be spun,

Of shadows and moonlight, of hearths yet undone.

So dance, O free spirit, let your saga unfurl,

In the tapestry woven of this vibrant world.

For the gypsy, dear heart, is a melody clear,

A hymn for the wanderers, a song without fear.

Through deserts and mountains, through rivers that sigh,

Your journey is endless as stars in the sky.

In the whispers of twilight, we hear your sweet song,

A promise of belonging, where each heart finds its home.

In the hush of a winter's embrace,
Where the snowflakes dance with delicate grace,
A tapestry woven with twinkling light,
Whispers of magic ignite the night.

The tree stands adorned in colors so bright,
With memories glimmering, hearts take flight.
Ornaments hanging like stories untold,
Each one a treasure, a dream made of gold.

The crackle of fireside, warmth in the air,
Laughter like music, a melody rare,
Voices unite in sweet carols that soar,
Reminding us gently of love at the core.

Children with wonder in wide-open eyes,
Chase shadows of joy beneath starlit skies.
The world feels enchanted, as if it will freeze,
In the magic of moments, our hearts find their ease.

From kitchens arise scents of cinnamon spice,
Gingerbread houses, oh, how they entice!
As we gather 'round tables, our souls intertwine,
Grateful for blessings, both yours and mine.

With each soft "Merry Christmas," we share and we beam,
A promise of hope woven deep in our dream.
For love is the spirit, the light ever true,
In the warmth of this season, I find my way home to you.

So let us be merry, let us hold each other tight,
In the glow of the season, in the stillness of night.
For when we embrace, with hearts open wide,
Every Christmas, my dear, becomes our sweet guide.

In the heart of stillness, where whispers unfold,

A kingdom is woven from dreams spun in gold.

Where shadows find solace, the weary take rest,

A realm of compassion, where love is the guest.

Beneath the wide heavens, the stars brightly gleam,

Each twinkle a promise, each sigh is a dream.

Mountains bow low and the valleys arise,

In the kingdom of grace, where the humble are wise.

With rivers of mercy, ablaze with pure light,

The broken find healing, the lost seek the bright.

The laughter of children, like soft silver chimes,

Echoes through fields of the most sacred rhymes.

Here, justice is tender, and mercy is strong,

Where hearts beat in rhythm, a harmonious song.

The outcast embraced, the orphan held dear,

In the kingdom of God, all are welcomed near.

In gardens of hope, where each seed can take flight,

Faith blooms like the blossoms, eager for light.

The burdened find freedom; the captive, release,

In a tapestry woven, the threads weave in peace.

So let us be pilgrims, on pathways divine,

With love as our compass, in valleys we'll shine.

For the kingdom of God, it whispers to all,

A call to believe--come, answer the call.

In the hush of morning light, they gather,

Soft whispers fold between the pages,

Crinkled tales of hope and dread,

The pulse of a world, fragmented, aged.

Ink-stained fingers trace the headlines,

A tapestry of stories, bold and brave,

Where sorrows are etched, and triumphs shine,

Each article a wave upon the vast grave.

In the city's heart, they spill like secrets,

Crumpled destinies in black and white,

A mother's plea, a soldier's testament,

Lives woven in newsprint's tight embrace,

Each word a lantern glimmers in the night.

The fickle hand of time races by,

While history's notes inked in urgency,

Unfolding humanity's fragile cycle,

A mirror reflecting our epiphany,

The chaos, the beauty, a collective cry.

But in between the stories spun,

Lies the quiet ache for things unsaid,

The love unspoken, the dreams overshadowed,

Voices lost in the silence, blood-red.

Oh, bearer of truth, hold us dear,

For in your embrace, we are both alive and dead.

So as we sip on our coffee's warmth,

And scan the stories that paint our day,

May we remember the hands that crafted,

Each line a heartbeat, each phrase a ray,

For newspapers cradle our very essence,

A testament to those who dared to say.

In the heart of a city where shadows blend,

Lies a place where the weary find solace, a friend,

Club Solar, where laughter weaves through the air,

A sanctuary shimmering, a haven so rare.

Walls echo whispers of dreams long unfurled,

Canvas of hopes in a vibrant world,

The soft hum of life, a rhythm divine,

With every heartbeat, the stars align.

From beams of sunlight spilling wide,

To voices entwined like the ebbing tide,

In this gathering circle, we dance and we sway,

With the moon as our witness, we chase night away.

Here, poets and dreamers share verses and tales,

Each word like a comet that paints cosmic trails,

With ink on our fingers and fire in our veins,

We speak of the beauty, the losses, the gains.

Beneath the disco ball's shimmering glow,

The stories of past, the seeds we sow,

Together we rise, with our spirits ablaze,

In Club Solar's embrace, we wander in a daze.

For in this warm refuge, no judgment, no fear,

We find kindred souls, and our purpose grows clear,

With each whispered secret, each song sung anew,

We turn hopes into galaxies, timeless and true.

So let's gather our memories, a luminous feast,

Celebrate together, from greatest to least,

For Club Solar is more than a place on the map,

It's a heartbeat of love where we find our way back.

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 quiet cradle of morning light,
A golden whisper breaks the night,
You are my sunshine, warm and bright,
Illuminating shadows, banishing fright.

With every glimmer that dances on dew,
You weave your laughter like the softest blue,
In the tapestry of dawn, a radiant hue,
My heart blooms wide, all thanks to you.

When clouds conspire to dim the skies,
And storms threaten with tempestuous sighs,
You are the beacon, my sweet reprise,
A steadfast warmth that never denies.

Your smile ignites the stars at play,
Chasing the sorrow and gloom away,
In your presence, the world finds its way,
To a steady rhythm, where joy can sway.

With you, each moment feels like a dream,
A tender river, a gentle stream,
You are the laughter, the light, supreme,
My sunshine, my muse, my heart's wild gleam.

So, let the sun rise, let shadows fall,
In your embrace, I am home, I am all.
A love so constant, so unyielding, a call,
You are my sunshine, my everything, my soul's enthrall.

In a house where shadows stretch and creep,

A symphony of silence, a secret keep,

Walls draped in echoes, the whispers of days,

When laughter rang bright in its sunbeam rays.

Windows frame a canvas, where the light bends low,

Dust dances in spirals, a soft, golden glow,

Each room tells a story, a tale woven tight,

Of comforts once gathered, now grasped in the night.

The clock ticks a rhythm, a metronome's sigh,

With each passing second, time seems to fly,

A chair holds the memory of warmth once embraced,

Now merely a shadow, a ghost interlaced.

The kitchen hums low with the scent of the past,

Coffee brews lonely, yet its warmth holds fast,

Cups stacked in the cupboard, each one a refrain,

Of mornings fragmented, yet anchored in pain.

The heart of the home beats to an empty song,

Resonating softly where we once belonged,

Yet in this stillness, a different note starts,

A melody rising from hollowed-out hearts.

For in the quiet, a seed can still sprout,

An echo of love that can still turn about,

Amongst fleeting fragments of joy and of woe,

A space that embraces the ebb and the flow.

So here in the silence, a solace can bloom,

A refuge for dreams in the still of the room,

Home Alone, but never devoid of the light,

For love's gentle whisper still lingers in night.