Melancholy day.
Dancing barefoot on the grass,
sheds away the blues.
– Grace Y. Estevez- Reddy
Swept away
Bellydancer
Mesmerize
with every beat,
music moves
down naked feet,
rises up
to then repeat,
Bellydance
feeling complete.
Sway my hips
from side to side,
exposing
thoughts kept inside.
Pretty veils,
expressive eyes,
feeling free,
no need to hide.
Thrilling sparks
flow through snake arms,
revealing
distinctive charm.
Hypnotize
to then disarm,
silently
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
Tune in
A record player.
An out of this world journey.
Jazz music and rain.
– Grace Y. Estevez-Reddy
Ballerina
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
Belly dancing
Hypnotizing moves.
Entrancing like a serpent.
Shimmy to the beats.
– Grace Y. Estevez-Reddy
Merengue
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
Presence
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
Replay
Dancing in silence.
Moving to my heartbeat.
Lingering rhythm.
– Grace Y. Estevez-Reddy