Poems by Jordan A. Leturgez

In the quiet depths of night, I ponder why,
Why the stars twinkle in the vast sky,
Why the ocean waves kiss the shore,
Why the wind whispers forevermore.
I wonder why the seasons change,
Why love can heal and also estrange,
Why time slips through our grasp,
Why we hold onto memories that last.
I wonder why dreams take flight,
Why some battles we must fight,
Why laughter can chase away the tears,
Why music can calm our deepest fears.
I wonder why we search for meaning,
Why we find solace in our dreaming,
Why the answers elude our grasp,
Why we must journey through this fast.
In the mystery of the unknown,
In the seeds of truth we've sown,
In the wonder that fills our soul,
I find a beauty that makes me whole.

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 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 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 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 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 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.

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 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