Poems by Jordan A. Leturgez

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 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 shadowed halls where silence dwells,
A parchment rests, spellbound in its spells,
Its ink a whisper of fate's cold decree,
A silent breath caught in time's tapestry.

A death warrant, etched by fate's cruel hand,
A savage tale in a desolate land,
Where hopes once flourished, now wither and fade,
In the heart of the strong, a dimming cascade.

The clock ticks louder in the hushed, dark room,
Each second a shudder, heralding doom,
Stars flicker uncertain in the vast, distant night,
As dreams slip away, swallowed by the blight.

Yet, in this saying of sorrow and dread,
Lives the spirit unbroken, refusing the thread,
For each life is a sonnet, composed with pure grace,
A fleeting ballad that time can't erase.

So gather ye roses, while still they abound,
And dance with your shadows on this hallowed ground,
Embrace every heartbeat, each laugh and each tear,
For life's deepest meaning dwells not in fear.

In the echo of darkness, let love be your light,
For even in death, there's a shimmer of bright.
Embrace every moment, let passion ignite,
For the story's not over; the soul takes to flight.

In the hush of evening's sigh,
Where whispers cradle weary dreams,
I find a longing, soft and shy,
Among the shadows, bursting seams.

The clock ticks slow, its hands like chains,
Each minute stretches, burdens grow,
In crowded halls of echoing pains,
Where restless thoughts like rivers flow.

I yearn for fields, for azure skies,
To dance beneath a sighing tree,
To close my eyes and feel the rise
Of gentle winds, wild, and free.

Let me escape this hurried pace,
This fraying thread of worn routine;
To find a quiet, sacred space,
A moment pure, serene, pristine.

I seek the silence that restores,
Where laughter lingers, light and sweet,
To wander through these open doors
And let my restless spirit meet.

Oh, grant me time to breathe, to mend,
To cast aside the weights I bear;
A fleeting pause, my weary friend,
In nature's arms, I find my prayer.

So here I stand, with heart laid bare,
A tender wish beneath the stars,
For in stillness, I will repair,
And gather strength from distant shores.

In gentle breaks, I'll find my song,
A melody of hope reclaimed,
To rise once more, with spirit strong,
Transformed, renewed, and unashamed.

n the hush of dawn, where whispers dwell,
And the sky blushes pink, weaving stories to tell,
I lace up my dreams, let the heartbeat ignite,
With each breath I take, I embrace the soft light.

The pavement beneath is a canvas, unspooled,
As my feet kiss the ground, where the world's whispered rules
Fade into the rhythm, a symphony sweet,
Each step a reminder, each heartbeat a beat.

The air stirs with whispers of wild, free delight,
As the sun casts its fingers, painting shadows in flight.
Breath after breath, I shed yesterday's weight,
With every good run, I dance with my fate.

The trees nod their heads, in a gentle accord,
Their leaves flutter secrets, I feel my soul stored
In the laughter of miles, cascading like streams,
Where hope intertwines with the fabric of dreams.

A rush of adrenaline flows through my veins,
An elixir of freedom that courses through pain.
Oh, how the world shifts, when my spirit takes flight,
In a cascade of motion, I glide into night.

And the finish line beckons, a shimmer ahead,
With the fires of passion burning brightly instead.
For it's not just the distance, nor medals of speed,
But the journey's sweet whispers -- they nurture my need.

So here on this path, I find pieces of me,
In the echo of footsteps, in the love that is free.
Each run is a heartbeat, each mile a soft hymn,
In the tender illumination, where my spirit can swim.

Let the world hold its breaths, as I celebrate grace,
For a good run is life, and with each stride, I embrace
The laughter of joy and the sweet, tender ache,
In this rhythm of motion, my heart cannot break.

**Lights Out**

In the hush where shadows dare to creep,
When the sun has bowed, and the world whispers sleep,
The tapestry of twilight, woven with sighs,
Unfolds a quiet magic beneath starlit skies.

Street lamps flicker, like fireflies lost,
Embers of daylight, now dimmed at their cost,
A gentle cloak drapes the slumbering town,
As dreams, like soft feathers, come fluttering down.

The echoes of laughter in corners once bright,
Fade into echoes, lost deep in the night,
Windows, like mirrors, reflect only ghost,
Of laughter and love--what we cherish the most.

In the dark, we discover our souls have a voice,
A symphony whispers, compelling our choice,
To gently embrace this embrace of the night,
To find in the shadows our longing for light.

The flicker of candles, the warmth of their glow,
Illuminate pathways where memories flow,
In each flickering flame, stories silently shout,
That even in darkness, we find what lights out.

For when all is quiet, and time sways in grace,
We gather our thoughts in this sacred space,
And within the stillness, we rise, we become,
The poets of darkness, the weavers of sun.

So let us not fear when the bright fades away,
For in every night, there's a dawning display,
A truce with the shadows, an embrace ever stout--
In the beautiful silence, we'll learn what lights out.

In whispers of the twilight's grace,
A silver sphere begins to trace,
A pathway forged on velvet night,
Where dreams take flight, the heart's delight.

Oh, moon, you cradle secrets old,
In your embrace, the stories told,
Of lovers' sighs and wishes spun,
In lunar glow, two souls are one.

Each crater marks a timeless tale,
Of long-lost ships that caught the gale,
Through midnight's hush, your lantern be,
A guide for hearts that yearn to see.

You watch the world with knowing eyes,
As shadows dance and stardust flies,
In every pulse, the tides you weave,
A symphony of hope and leave.

When spirits falter, weary, torn,
Your silver light, a new dawn born,
You rise to shine, through dark you loom,
A beacon bright--oh, take me, moon.

So here I stand, beneath your glow,
With whispered dreams, my heart will flow,
To chase the stars, to leap and swoon,
Forever bound, I long for you, moon.

In twilight's cloak, where whispers sigh,
A promise forged 'neath an azure sky.
Two souls entwined, hearts laid bare,
Yet shadows danced in the perfumed air.

A tapestry woven with laughter and dreams,
Unraveled by silence, by deceit's cruel seams.
In the garden of trust, a serpent did bloom,
Its venomous kiss heralded doom.

Once hand in hand, we weathered the storm,
Our hearts a refuge, our love kept warm.
Yet secrets, like moths, found their way to the light,
And shattered the bond with a merciless bite.

A glance, a betrayal, like daggers in night,
The trust we had built took flight from our sight.
Words carved in anger, like ice on the sea,
Stilled every whisper of what we could be.

Now shadows linger where sunlight should play,
And echoes of laughter grow distant, decay.
I gather the pieces, each shard like a tear,
As ghosts of the past pull my heart ever near.

Forgiveness, a river, flows slow in the dark,
Yet bitterness dances, a cruel, ghostly spark.
I stand by the threshold, between love and despair,
A heart weighed by longing, still tethered in air.

So here in this moment, I choose to let go,
To release the sweet anguish, the friend turned to foe.
For betrayal's cold grip will wither and fade,
And in its wake, a new path shall be made.

In the quiet dawn, where shadows play,
A single beam of light finds its way,
It steers the soft petals, dew-kissed and bright,
Whispers of morning, in air crisp and light.

A child's laughter, a kite in the sky,
The joyous twirl as it dances on high,
In the mundane moments, where hearts intertwine,
There lie the treasures, our lives' silent shine.

The art of the simple, brewed coffee's embrace,
A book with a cover, and words that lace grace,
Each sip, each page, a small win anew,
Like bread baked with care, the aroma breaks through.

A stranger's kind smile on a crowded street,
The warmth of connection in strangers we meet,
The rustle of leaves, the sweet song of birds,
Tiny reminders, unspoken, like words.

The sunset ignited in hues spread so wide,
A canvas of colors, no artist inside,
Yet beauty prevails in the fleeting daylight,
In that moment, we find joy, pure and bright.

So let us remember, when storms cloud our skies,
It's not always the grand that brings forth our highs,
But the nuances woven in the fabric of fate,
The small wins, simple joys -- let us celebrate!

In the dance of the mundane, the world feels alive,
With hearts open wide, in small wins we thrive,
For within every heartbeat, every breath we take,
Lie the seeds of our happiness, the joys we create.

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.