Poems by Jordan A. Leturgez

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 hush of dawn, where shadows recede,

A tender whisper looms, as day takes its lead.

The horizon ignites with a shimmering grace,

Awakening dreams in this luminous space.

Crimson and amber entwine in the sky,

Each brushstroke of light makes the night say goodbye.

The world holds its breath, for the moment is grand,

As the sun spills its gold from a painter's soft hand.

Heartbeats align with the dance of the light,

In the warmth of the amber, all sorrows take flight.

The past fades to twilight, a chapter now closed,

In the cradle of morning, a new tale is posed.

Each ray a reminder of battles once fought,

Of laughter and love, of the lessons life taught.

Through the veil of the morning, hope rises anew,

In the promise of gold, a horizon so true.

For life is a canvas, each dawning a chance,

To weave in our stories, to sway in the dance.

In the golden break, where the old meets the new,

We find in the light, all the strength to push through.

So cherish the moments, let gratitude speak,

As the world turns to gold in the dawn's gentle cheek.

In the splendor of morning, find peace, and partake,

For we are all bidden to witness the break.

In the realm of dreams where stars do gleam,

A world of wonder and moonlit stream,

Children drift to slumber's embrace,

With gentle tips, the night they'll face.

A bedtime story softly read,

A cozy blanket for their head,

Dim the lights, create a hush,

In peaceful rest, their thoughts will brush.

No screens or gadgets by their side,

Let nature's lullabies provide,

A soothing rhythm, whispers sweet,

To guide them into dreams complete.

A breath like waves upon the shore,

Inhale the peace, exhale the roar,

Release the worries of the day,

As sleep descends, in a quiet way.

So let them rest, when the day is done,

In realms of gold beneath the sun,

With tender care and loving grace,

Their dreams unfold in tranquil space.

A Poetry About Sleeping Tips for Kids, a gentle ode,

To soothe their souls on dreams' soft road,

With these simple steps, may their slumber deep,

Bring peace and joy as they peacefully sleep.

In shadows deep where whispers crawl,
A flicker dims, yet seeks to sprawl;
I sense your heart's veiled, fearful breath,
As doubt weaves tapestries of death.

With eyes that mirror voids of night,
You question stars, their radiant light;
Yet in that gaze, a flicker's found,
A spark of truth beneath the ground.

"I find your lack of faith disturbing,"
The echoes clash, like thunder stirring;
For in the silence, where shadows play,
Hope's fragile song begins to sway.

What chains your spirit? What holds you tight?
In corridors of endless night,
Release the weight, let wonder in,
For faith can rise where fears have been.

The universe, a canvas vast,
Paints vibrant dreams that hold you fast;
Embrace the doubt, but let it go--
In faith's sweet balm, let courage grow.

So take my hand, let's walk anew,
Through fields of gold and skies of blue;
For every step we dare to take,
Shall weave the dreams our hearts awake.

In the embrace of trust, we'll find,
A tapestry that weaves us blind;
From broken pieces, we'll craft our way,
Into the dawn of a brighter day.

In the hush of twilight's tender embrace,
Where shadows dance and dreams interlace,
There rings a sound, sweet as a spell,
A whisper of magic--silver bells.

They chime through the air, soft and clear,
Notes woven with hope, a song we hold dear.
A shimmer that glistens on crisp winter nights,
A tapestry woven with shimmering lights.

Each toll tells a tale of the years gone by,
Of laughter and love beneath vast, starry sky.
They summon the memories, fragile yet bright,
Of children in snow, their faces alight.

With hearts like the chiming, they echo and swell,
The joy of the moment, the stories they tell.
The frost-kissed air carries secrets anew,
Embracing the warmth of the bonds that we grew.

As softly they ring, like a lover's soft sigh,
Calling us home where the sweet spirits fly.
They bring forth the peace that the season bestows,
A symphony echoing as soft as a rose.

So listen, dear friend, as the silver bells chime,
Let their melody cradle you, timeless as rhyme.
In this world full of chaos, be still and behold,
The magic they weave, in their shimmering gold.

In the quiet hush of dawn's first light,
When shadows flee and dreams take flight,
I gather words like petals rare,
To weave a tapestry of praise laid bare.

With whispers soft, like a summer breeze,
I turn my gaze to the swaying trees,
And in their motion--graceful, true--
I find a rhythm, a song anew.

Praise is my craft, my heart's own beat,
In the mundane, I find the sweet--
The glimmer in a stranger's smile,
The warmth of kindness that makes life worthwhile.

For every heartbeat, for every sigh,
In the laughter that dances and the tears that dry,
I gather the moments, both small and grand,
And spin them into gold with a gentle hand.

Praise for the mountains that touch the sky,
Praise for the rivers that sing as they fly,
Praise for the love that binds us tight,
For hope that flickers, igniting the night.

In every sorrow that stirs the soul,
In every triumph that makes us whole,
I pen the verses that rise and fall--
A hymn of gratitude, a fervent call.

So let my heart be the vessel, true,
As I cradle the world in praises new;
For in each word, a spark I find,
A bridge of beauty, intertwined.

In a life well-lived, in the breath we share,
In the simple act of showing we care--
A poetry of praise is what I do,
To honor the light that shines in you.

In the shadows of a world undone,
Where the moon hangs low, a forgotten sun,
Z Nation wanders, a haunting call,
Echoes of humanity in its twilight thrall.

Once vibrant streets, now silent and bare,
A dance of the undead, a macabre affair,
Yet in the chaos, flickers of light,
Brave souls arise, igniting the night.

Through the rubble of dreams, they find their way,
With laughter and heartbreak, they seize each day.
Amongst the ashes of hope's weary sigh,
A bond forms stronger than the force that would pry.

Zombies amble, a grotesque parade,
But beneath the horror, real heroes are made.
Their spirits entwined, they fight and they strive,
In a nation of shadows, together they thrive.

For every lost heart, a tale to unfold,
Of courage and love in a world grown cold.
In the heart of the chaos, where fear dares to tread,
Hope lays a path, where only the brave dare to tread.

So raise up your voices, let your stories be known,
In the land of the fallen, the seeds of life sown.
In Z Nation's embrace, where the night seems to last,
Together we rise, defiant from the past.

In shadows deep where whispers creep,
The heartbeats echo, secrets keep;
Each dawn awakens, like a fight,
In quiet corners, wrong and right.

The armor built of fear and doubt,
In every child, in every shout;
We craft our shields from words unspoken,
A fragile bond, a heart unbroken.

Yet battles rage in hidden eyes,
A mother's prayer, a father's sighs;
The struggle not with sword or flame,
But with the world that feels like shame.

For safety is a fortress high,
Built with soft hugs and lullabies,
Yet storms may come with merciless rain,
And dreams feel shackled with unseen chains.

But rise we will, with hands entwined,
In every heart, the brave aligned;
For love can turn the tides of fear,
And from our wounds, we'll forge what's dear.

In every whisper, every plea,
In streets of sorrow, fields of glee;
We'll sow the seeds of hope anew,
For safety battles start with you.

So let the lights of courage burn,
With every twist, a chance to learn;
Together, we'll unfurl the skies,
In unity, our spirits rise.

The pen, the shield, the voice, the song,
In safety's name, we all belong;
In every heart, a warrior's tale,
Through love and trust, we shall prevail.

In shadows deep where shadows blend,
A whispered pact, a silent mend,
Where dreams take flight on tethered wings,
A commission to the heart that sings.

With ink like stardust, the quill takes flight,
Tracing paths through the long, dark night.
Words, like fireflies, dance and dart,
Each flicker igniting a yearning heart.

Oh, noble task, to carve out meaning,
From chaos stirred, to find the gleaning.
In the echo of silence, we seek the song,
As whispered hopes, both fragile and strong.

Gather the fragments, the world's sweet pain,
In verses woven, like drops of rain.
Each line a fulcrum, a bridge to cross,
Turning despair into joyous gloss.

Speak for the voiceless, the lost and the shamed,
For in every soul, deserving, unnamed,
A story is waiting, a cavern of light,
To break through the darkness, to ignite the night.

The commission, dear poet, is more than a role,
It's the art of connecting, the stitching of soul.
So pen down your truths, let the ink spill wide,
For in every heart's tale, the universe hides.

Let every stanza be a lighthouse flame,
A guiding light through the shadows of shame.
For when the world whispers, "You cannot, you shan't,"
In the flicker of verses, we dream and we chant.

So gather your courage, let your heart take flight,
In the service of beauty, let us unite.
For the commission of poetry is never in vain--
It's a spark of the cosmos, a balm for the pain.

In the heart of a bustling town,
Where dreams weave through the sunrise crown,
There's a whisper soft as the morning breeze,
Of paths untraveled, of simple keys.

With ink-stained fingers and hopeful eyes,
We pen our futures beneath vast skies,
Each word a step, each thought a spark,
Illuminating ways once shrouded in dark.

Gone are the shackles of a nine-to-five,
Where monotony dulled our spirit alive,
For in the canvas of passion we paint,
A tapestry rich, where doubts grow faint.

Ideas dance like fireflies at dusk,
At the heart of each challenge lies hidden trust,
In laughter and failure, we nurture growth,
The seeds of success, with care, we scoth.

Through simple tasks, like seeds in the sun,
We find the joy in what can be done,
Conversations that flow, connections that gleam,
Manifesting dreams, stitching life's seam.

Every effort a melody, strong and sweet,
In the rhythm of heartbeats, we find our beat,
With kindness as currency, we barter and share,
Earning made easy, in love and in care.

So let us rise with the dawn's gentle light,
Embrace the journey, hold tight to our might,
For in this equation of life and of tears,
Earning made easy dispels all our fears.

Let creativity flourish, let passion unfurl,
In the market of dreams, let each vision whirl,
In every small triumph, in each little deed,
We'll harvest a fortune that none can impede.