Poems by Jordan A. Leturgez

Imagine how crazy life can have no ending
Like a relationship that you can't say that it's pending
Every little step you take
It is based on what future you want it to make
Determination is key to not only being yourself
But it also makes you feel like you have found yourself
Loving life like crazy is always a good thing
That is why singers love to sing
Understand that even the struggles are a plus
It takes heart to build on the must
So if you stop pretending
And the Crazy Life Has No Ending

In the quiet of the dawn's soft light,

A new day begins, both dark and bright,

As a parent, with babe in arms,

Balancing work and sweet baby charms.

In a world of screens and endless tasks,

In the midst of toys and baby masks,

The dance of parenthood and career,

A delicate balance, both far and near.

From emails typed with one hand free,

To soothing cries on bended knee,

A new mom or dad, in this home domain,

Navigating a path both joyous and plain.

The sounds of typing mix with lullabies,

As work and love become allies,

In this space of chaos and calm,

A daily journey, a parental psalm.

So embrace the beauty in this dual role,

In the heart and in the soul,

For in the midst of chaos and love's dearth,

There's magic in the balance of work and birth.

We are all meant to become a part of God's Love
It doesn't matter how many times you have been pushed and shoved
God said he will never leave you
Which means praying for things is nothing new
Some may ask for money, some may ask for Success
But they all may not realize that they are already Blessed
Everything that you touch is a Blessing
It is like having more flavor to a salad with dressing
Everything that you feel is a Blessing
Being positive is what you should be best in
Everything that you love is a Blessing
Your love builds on other people's lessons
Your Success is depending upon hard work Yes
but it only takes one blessing to become a progress
Take one step at a time towards your success
but Every Success Starts with Being Blessed

In frost-kissed nights where cold abounds,

With icy winds that whisper sounds,

When winter's grip holds hearts so tight,

Let me unveil wise tips to save, just right.

First, insulate your humble abode,

Wrap it up in warmth, and thus it'll hold.

Unwanted drafts shall yield to warmth's delight,

And frigid cold will dim its chilling might.

Next, befriend the sun, that radiant knight,

He grants us warmth in wintertime's fight.

Keep curtains drawn, expose the warming beams,

Embrace his touch, as life in darkness teems.

With shivers close, pull on your woolen gear,

Adorned in layers, banish winter's jeer.

Protect your body from the biting freeze,

A coat of strength, a fortress to appease.

Now, let us turn to comforts we hold dear,

Hot cocoa's embrace, a winter's cheer.

Choose homemade delights over costly fare,

Sip slowly, savor warmth beyond compare.

And as we nestle by the fireside glow,

Embrace those moments, let mirth bestow.

Entwine with loved ones, under blankets share,

A heartfelt warmth that money can't ensnare.

In winter's realm, where icy grasp does creep,

Seek solace, find joy, in pockets deep.

Save not just pennies but those precious hours,

Spent with loved ones, amidst nature's powers.

For when the chill subsides, and spring awakens,

Memories and treasures are what remain unshaken.

Saving money is wise, but save not just for gold,

Save moments, love, and stories yet untold.

So as the cold takes hold, fear not the freeze,

Embrace its challenge, and savings will appease.

Create a haven where warmth and love unite,

And see the true riches winter can igni(t)e.

In the labyrinth of cloth, behold the quest,
Where beauty intertwines with the humble test,
A dance between fabric, a symphony of grace,
An artistry of knot, the tie's rightful place.

Begin this journey, oh sartorial explorer,
With linen or silk, let elegance empower,
With measured steps, fold wide end o'er narrow,
A symmetrical embrace, gentle and thorough.

Like the sun's rays caressing the azure sky,
Guide the wide end beneath, so deftly apply,
Now gently let it rise, ascent to the peak,
Where confidence converges, bold and sleek.

Then to the left, now crossed, a twist and twine,
Embrace the narrow end, a bond of design,
A delicate surrender, a union of finesse,
As they weave and they merge, finding oneness.

As passion unravels, the knot begins to form,
Tightly pull, like life's moments that transform,
A snug embrace, a union tightly secured,
A glimpse of timeless charm, forever endured.

With a flair of genius, the final touch arrives,
A dimple, a whisper, as life gently contrives,
The tie, a symbol of strength and sophistication,
Marvel at its magic, its subtle invitation.

In the mirror's reflection, a masterpiece unfolds,
A symphony of style, a story, ageless and bold,
For in the act of tying, a metamorphosis takes place,
Transforming a man into poetry, bound by grace.

So let this poem guide you, oh seeker of ties,
With every knot tied, let your spirit rise,
For in the fabric's embrace, there lies incantation,
And the art of tying a tie becomes revelation.

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.

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.