Poems by Jordan A. Leturgez

In the darkest of nights, New Year's Eve unfolds,

A symphony of lights, enchanting to behold.

Fireworks painted across the vast expanse,

With colors that dance, a splendid cosmic dance.

With each joyful burst, hope pierces the air,

Glimmers of promise, a future unaware.

Explosions of shimmer, cascading from high,

Igniting the sky, an ethereal sigh.

As midnight chimes in, the world holds its breath,

In parties teeming, vibrant life's sweet caress.

Laughter and cheer, like confetti in flight,

Gathered in delight, embracing this wondrous night.

Champagne flowing, toasts raised in merriment,

A fleeting moment, a divine sentiment.

The year now departing, memories and dreams,

Unraveling streams, a tapestry, it seems.

In the haze of celebration, time takes a pause,

Reflection embraced, as a brand-new year thaws.

Resolutions whispered, held close in our hearts,

A fresh new start, destiny's intricate charts.

Yet in this spectacle, amidst all the grand,

Lurks a deeper truth, like fine grains of sand.

For fireworks may fade, and parties may end,

But love, my dear friend, will forever transcend.

So as the embers wane, and the night grows still,

Let us hold on tight, to hope and goodwill.

May this New Year's Eve, like fireworks that soar,

Ignite something more, a soul's awakening tour.

In twilight's soft embrace we met,
Where shadows dance, and whispers fret,
A serendipity, delicate bloom,
In the quiet of dusk, where dreams find room.

Eyes like galaxies, mysteries unfurled,
A moment suspended, a heartbeat swirled,
Time held its breath, the world turned dim,
In the silence between us, the universe brimmed.

Words untamed lingered, golden, unspoken,
In the briefest of pauses, our hearts wide open,
Like rivers converging, the spark of the new,
A tapestry woven of me and of you.

You brushed past my spirit, a phantom caress,
Filling the chasms, erasing the stress,
Each glance forged a language, a rhythm, a rhyme,
As if fate penned our story before there was time.

Beneath the vast heavens, the stars bore witness,
To a dance of two souls in the grip of their fitness,
Each word exchanged, a fragile thread spun,
In the tapestry woven, we became one.

But beyond the encounter, life pulls and it tears,
The echoes of laughter face shadows and snares,
Yet in the fabric of memory, a warmth ever bright,
Your presence, though fleeting, will linger in light.

So here's to the moments, rare treasures we claim,
To encounters that whisper, igniting the flame,
For though paths may diverge, and bodies may part,
The essence of meeting forever will chart.

In the realm of choices, where paths diverge,

A moment of pause, a chance to urge

The mind to ponder, to contemplate,

Before deciding, before it's too late.

Think twice, oh soul, before you act,

For consequences reverberate.

Consider carefully each step you take,

In the decisions that you make.

Wisdom lies in measured thought,

In the silence where doubts are caught.

Let reason guide your heart's desire,

To avoid regrets, and avoid the fire.

So pause, reflect, before you choose,

Listen to the inner muse

That whispers truths, both dark and light,

In the dance of wrong and right.

For in the tapestry of life's design,

The threads of choice forever twine.

So let your thoughts be clear and wise,

And may you see through clearer eyes.

**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 the quiet depths of night, I ponder why,
Why the stars twinkle in the vast sky,
Why the ocean waves kiss the shore,
Why the wind whispers forevermore.
I wonder why the seasons change,
Why love can heal and also estrange,
Why time slips through our grasp,
Why we hold onto memories that last.
I wonder why dreams take flight,
Why some battles we must fight,
Why laughter can chase away the tears,
Why music can calm our deepest fears.
I wonder why we search for meaning,
Why we find solace in our dreaming,
Why the answers elude our grasp,
Why we must journey through this fast.
In the mystery of the unknown,
In the seeds of truth we've sown,
In the wonder that fills our soul,
I find a beauty that makes me whole.

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 neon glow where fortunes dance,
Beneath the glitter of a reckless chance,
There roams a creature, sleek and sly,
With dreams as vast as the midnight sky.

He prowls the canyons of greed and gold,
Where whispers of wealth grow brazenly bold,
Each heartbeat echoes a siren's song,
In the jungle of numbers, where the bold belong.

A master of hustle, a king of the game,
He wears ambition like a cloak of flame,
With laughter that ripples through walls of glass,
In a world where dreams are bought in a flash.

But shadows lurk in the glint of the coin,
As innocence dulled and ethics are torn,
For beneath the howl of the wolf in delight,
Are shadows of lives lost to the night.

The high-flying parties, the glittered excess,
Mask whispers of sorrow, of dreams in distress,
As the dollar signs dance, hearts beat in haste,
Pushed by the rush of a reckless embrace.

Oh, beast of the markets, sharp-toothed, unbound,
What price do you pay for the throne you have found?
The laughter grows hollow, as echoes unwind,
In pursuit of the beast, what treasures we blind.

For wealth is but fleeting, a flicker, a flash,
Yet the scars of the chase? They linger and clash,
In the silence that follows the fervor of heat,
Lies a truth that the wolf will never defeat.

So howl if you must, let your spirit take flight,
But remember the cost of the revelry's night,
In the bright-shining world of ambition and might,
Not all that is golden can survive the light.

In the realm of laughter and delight,
Where joy takes flight and shadows take flight,
A poetry of mirth and glee shall now commence,
With words that dance and thoughts that bounce.

Come, let us abandon all care and woe,
And let our spirits freely flow,
For in these verses, we shall find,
The essence of fun, unconfined.

Scoop up the sunbeams, paint the skies,
With colors bold and fantasies that arise,
What rules exist, in this blissful sphere,
When laughter reigns, devoid of fear?

Let us be children, unburdened by time,
Skipping and playing, in rhythm divine,
Like bubbles floating with playful glee,
Released from constraints, wild and free.

Capture moments, like fireflies aglow,
Embrace the whimsy, let your spirit grow,
Seek out hidden paths, with unyielding zest,
In this dance of life, be an eternal jest.

For fun resides in the simplest of things,
In skipping stones and butterfly wings,
It weaves through stories, shared aloud,
Creating connections, a jubilant crowd.

So laugh, my friend, with all your might,
Embrace the day, beyond the night,
For in this poem of fun and cheer,
You'll find the magic, ever near.

And when you've had your fill of play,
Remember this poem, its simple sway,
For within its verses, forever employ,
The power of fun, your ultimate joy.