with every beat,
music moves

down naked feet,
rises up

to then repeat,

feeling complete.

Sway my hips

from side to side,

thoughts kept inside.
Pretty veils,

expressive eyes,
feeling free,

no need to hide.

Thrilling sparks

flow through snake arms,

distinctive charm.

to then disarm,

without alarm.

Shimmy fast

then lift and drop.
Chest circles

and belly pops.
Always dance
no need to stop.
keeping joys
listed on top.

– Grace Y. Estevez-Reddy


Ballerina take your stance
let them know what you demand.
Gain control within your dance
tiptoeing to the commands.

Ballerina show your strength,
graceful beauty perfect pace.
Stretch your leg to a full length,
hide the pain traced on your face.

Ballerina hold your pose,
looking like a single rose.
All your weight lands on your toes,
putting on a perfect show.

Ballerina win the crowd,
leaping high to spin around.
Final move leads to a bow,
posing gently on the ground.

Ballerina go to sleep,
music box full of stories,
my gems are all yours to keep,
in exchange for your glories

– Grace Y. Estevez-Reddy


A repetitive five-beat rhythmic pattern,
makes my hips move to the pitter patters.
Festive melodies make daydreams splatter,
misting my mind, highlighting what matters

Merengue music is one of a kind,
hypnotic assemble will blow any mind.
African with Spanish influence entwined,
with three passing tales, which seem to align.

One story describes it arrived with the slaves,
all chained together while cutting sugar cane.
Swaying to the beats that machete swipes made,
dragging their worn feet, while easing their pain.

Some allege a great hero was limping and hurt,
at a revolution, his leg pain overt.
Villagers found new ways for aches to divert,
smiling as they danced with one foot sweeping dirt.

Others have claimed the name came from a treat,
confection of sugar, so light and quite sweet,
matching with the dance, frothy yet complete,
all tastebuds enjoy, absorbing the beats.

New world technique with old-world traditions,
gave birth to a style for many musicians.
Fun tunes will remove any inhibitions,
grand lyrics provide great compositions.

– Grace Y. Estevez-Reddy


Shadowed dancer
take me on a stroll,
take me to a place,
no one else can go.

Walk me through the walls
chase me up the stairs,
look inside my mind,
tell me I am there.

Expose the mystique
that life tries to hide,
sweep me off my feet,
as your light unblinds.

Share your tune with me
my rhythm is yours,
dance in harmony,
one heart beating pure.

– Grace Y. Estevez-Reddy

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