Poems by Jordan A. Leturgez

There is a humility in the size of things:
a cup cradled in two hands, steam
that remembers the shape of your palms.
Think small, and the world fits --
a porch light, a book opened at midnight,
the slow exactness of a single, ordinary day.

To think small is to learn the grain
of wood, the contour of your own patience.
It is noticing the way rain scolds the windows
and then forgives them. It is keeping a map
of the streets that lead to your mother's kitchen,
memorizing the sound of laughter in one room.

But small thinking can be a fence, too --
a line that narrows horizons into neat, safe boxes.
It trims the wild edges until only the comfortable remains,
tethers wonder to routine and calls it wisdom.
When fear lives in small thinking, it shrinks the moon,
makes risk an expensive superstition.

Still, there is courage in choosing small:
to plant one tomato and watch it learn sunlight,
to hold one hand through one long conversation,
to refuse the constant roar that promises more.
Living small can be a radical act of focus,
an economy of love, a devotion to depth over display.

So let your smallness be generous:
pamper detail with attention, let tenderness grow,
allow the tiny things to teach you scale.
Keep room for sudden expansion -- a kindness that widens,
a door left open to the sky. Think small to sharpen sight,
live small to feel everything close and true.

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.

In the twilight's breath where shadows play,
With a flicker of ember, the night veers astray.
We gather our courage, we dance on the edge,
Each spark is a whisper, a bond we allege.

With hands like a painter, we sculpt the glow,
Legends awaken where wild forces flow.
The flames leap and twirl in an eager embrace,
Temptation unwinds in this dangerous space.

Is it chaos we crave, or a passion ignites?
With each crackling pop, we conjure delights.
We reach for the heat, and the heat pulls us near,
In the warmth of its laughter, we shed every fear.

But oh, the allure is a fickle deceiver,
Each touch is a promise, each flicker a fever.
In the heart of the blaze, where shadows conspire,
We risk it all boldly, playing with fire.

Yet, within the inferno lies beauty concealed,
A phoenix that rises, its past revealed.
From ashes of caution, our spirits take flight,
In burning, we learn of the darker and light.

So we dance with our desires, wrapped in the smoke,
With every deep breath, we're tethered, yet broke.
For who among us can truly deny
The life that we breathe when we play with the fire?

In a world where silence speaks the loudest,
Where moments flit and fade like fleeting shadows,
We interrupt this program, dear hearts, to pause--
A gentle call to notice, to ponder, to cause.

The hum of routine, a relentless parade,
Daydreams and deadlines, in twilight they wade,
But halt! Let the air be filled with still delight--
For beauty blooms softly in the depth of night.

We interrupt this program to savor the day,
To grasp at the whispers where soft wishes play,
Look closely, dear wanderers, at the petals' embrace--
In the mundane's allure, we find magical space.

Snapshots of laughter unfurl in the light--
The way shadows dance when day kisses night,
Here lies our story, a tapestry spun,
Each thread woven tenderly--hearts beating as one.

A pause for the weary, the lost and the brave,
To breathe in the silence, to cradle the wave--
For life is the canvas, a palette of grace,
We interrupt this program to find our true place.

So rise, gentle spirits, to write your own script,
In the theater of moments, let not your heart slip,
Together we gather, our voices entwine--
In this brief interruption, let your light brightly shine.

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 the realm of dreams, where destinies reside,
A poet's pen glides, seeking to confide.
A symphony of words, whispers in the night,
Chasing shadows of doubt, embracing the light.

Oh, soul wandering on an untrodden path,
Hear my verse, heed their melodious wrath.
For destiny, dear soul, is a waltz to embrace,
Not just a whisper, but a dance to be chased.

Do not submit to the whims of blind fate,
Inscribe your name, let it resonate.
For the world is but canvas, blank and vast,
Paint your dreams, make them eternal and steadfast.

Through tempests and trials, hold fast your voice,
Inscribe your desires, make your own choice.
Weave the tapestry of life, thread by thread,
Control your destiny, where others may dread.

Forge your own path, beyond the beaten way,
Command the winds, let them follow and obey.
Though storms may assail, with fury and might,
Keep your compass true, let no darkness smite.

For in the depths of your soul, a fire burns,
Unleash the poet within, let it yearn.
Your destiny awaits, a masterpiece untold,
Compose your symphony before your story is sold.

So, writer of words, poet profound,
Break free from the chains that keep you bound.
Embrace the power that's burning inside,
And soar on the winds of destiny, unbridled.

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 tapestry of time, our destinies are cast,

Yet amidst the threads, a choice stands fast,

No fate but what we make, a whispered creed,

In each decision, our futures indeed.

Through valleys deep and mountains high,

We shape our path, beneath the sky,

No hand of fate, no written decree,

Only our choices, set us free.

In every moment, a chance to decide,

Our wills as strong as the rising tide,

No chains of destiny, no locked gate,

Only the power of choices we create.

So fear not the unknown, the uncertain way,

For in our hands lies the power to sway,

No fate but what we make, a truth profound,

In every choice, our destinies are found.

So let us walk with courage and grace,

Embrace the freedom in every choice we face,

No fate but what we make, our spirits soar,

In the tapestry of life, we are the ones who hold the lore.