Poems by Jordan A. Leturgez

In the realm of justice, where scales must be balanced,

Lies the concept of extreme justice, unchallenged and gallant.

The sword of righteousness, swift and true,

Cuts through falsehoods, revealing what is due.

With eyes that see beyond the veil of lies,

And a heart that beats to the rhythm of truth's cries,

Extreme justice stands tall, unwavering and bold,

A beacon of light in a world grown cold.

It does not flinch in the face of adversity,

Nor waver in the storm of controversy.

For it knows that justice, in its purest form,

Is a force that can weather any storm.

So let us heed the call of extreme justice's plea,

And strive for a world where all are truly free.

For in the pursuit of what is right and just,

We find the strength to rise and the power to trust.

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 shadows deep, a father's betrayal lies,

Like a tempest brewing in a stormy sky.

Once a beacon of strength and guiding light,

Now a figure shrouded in deceit and blight.

A daughter's heart, once warmed by his embrace,

Now aches with the wounds of his disgrace.

Words once spoken with love and care,

Now twisted into daggers of despair.

The bond they shared, now torn asunder,

By the cruel hands of betrayal and thunder.

The pain, a heavy burden to bear,

As trust and love dissolve into thin air.

Yet amidst the darkness and the pain,

A glimmer of hope still remains.

For wounds may heal and hearts may mend,

And broken ties may find their mend.

So let us hold onto hope and grace,

And seek forgiveness in this bitter place.

For though a father's betrayal may sting,

Love's enduring power can still bring healing.

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.