Tag: FFS

Dive In

Letters fly by,
circle quickly,
create new words,
that swim swiftly.
Make bold statements,
as they combine,
so I can choose,
which ones are mine.

Words choose to float,
around my head,
blurry visions
that go unread.
Paint bright pictures,
within my mind,
play vivid scenes,
scripted inside.

Motioned pictures,
rapidly show,
things I never,
knew I could know.
Opened wise eye,
logic thought blind,
see all answers,
details defined.

Response arrive,
before questions,
know concrete facts,
and intentions.
Helps my heart find
all keys it seeks,
feel vibrations,
in words, I speak.

Sit down to read,
right on aisle ground,
profound light blocks,
every last sound.
Satisfied thirst,
divine true source,
pure inner drive,
powerful force.

– Grace Y. Estevez – Reddy

Written for FFFC #198 hosted by Fandango

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Solo Trip

Pray that this lift helps erase scars,
enhanced visions will take dreams far.
Clear pictures form a path to light,
hopes grasp on tight, provide insight.

Fasten both skis, ready to go,
release senses, regain control.
Steep patchy steps, a brave heart takes,
divides the real, from all the fake.

Scan through goals then decipher codes,
comb through knots to fix bumpy roads.
Views are felt indefinitely,
bright scenes are lived infinitely.

Tug of wars tangle good and bad,
negative fades to wise commands.
Positive eyes expose pure hearts,
collectively mend fragile parts.

Destiny falls on opened hands,
fate tumbles to solidly stand.
Inner journey quenches great thirst,
so that true joy could be dispersed.

– Grace Y. Estevez – Reddy

Written for FFFC #197 hosted by Fandango

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Immersive Soak

Dragging both feet,
feeling fatigue,
choose to defeat
this energy.

Prepare a bath,
remove the bad,
to brighten path,
enhance, and add.

Arrange like tea,
mixture of herbs,
to bring the gain,
this heart deserves.

Cinnamon sticks,
to shake things up.
Red pepper flakes,
will cheer and pump.

Fresh squeezed green lime,
cuts negative,
Pinches of thyme,
so protective.

Watch as it boils
for just a bit,
some olive oil,
lets peace transmit.

Three teaspoons of fragrant cologne,
bath salts attract a relaxed zone.
Pour mixture in, but strain it first,
let positive hydrates dry thirst.

To seal this soak, add more perfume,
Florida water, clears away gloom.
Submerge body, close tired eyes,
let all things go, feel joy arise.

– Grace Y. Estevez – Reddy

Written for FFFC #196 hosted by Fandango

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Alliance

A new life always starts,
with the release of tears.
Strong drum beats in the heart,
made to conquer all fears.

Profound need in each core,
to grow knowledge and learn.
Inwardly keep the score,
sit to watch the years turn.

Search outward for clear truth,
giant force can not hide.
Senses recognize proof,
buried deeply inside.

Keep searching for answers,
most will never pursue.
Stone sculpted enhancers,
may throw hard concrete clues.

Instincts aim for self-care,
to then burn from pure guilt.
Sacred hues in the air,
fuel all messages built.

Forces choose to comply,
work as one, never two.
Open the unseen eye,
manifest every view.

– Grace Y. Estevez – Reddy

Written for FFFC #195 hosted by Fandango

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What Was

I lay my pen, then close my eyes,
think of the times that slipped us by.
Relive the laughs we will not have,
we were as one, but now just half.

Turn the page, a different tale,
we were both good, never went stale.
Always a theme in stories told,
kissed by warm lights, melting the cold.

A fairytale from long ago,
when knees were bent, while life flowed slow.
As liquid words absorb all ink,
diminished love, made our hearts sink.

Stories are told, from dusty times,
no clear-cut views, reason, or rhyme.
A simple truth that was perceived,
lived long ago by you and me.

Written by young hearts filled with hope,
climbing steep hills and endless ropes.
Adventures end with distinct roads,
glad you were there to share the load.

Typed letters penetrate my bones,
presence never leaves me alone,
Cobwebs of memories fulfill,
the days that pass as life stands still.

– Grace Y. Estevez – Reddy

Written for FFFC #194 hosted by Fandango

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Do it!

Staring straight,
no looking back,
freezing time,
from past attacks.

Blinders on,
quick side-eye glance,
focused views,
lead to life’s dance.

Breeze above,
convertible.
Makes pure love,
invertible.

Pink intent,
outgrows the mold.
Embraced goals,
will turn to gold,

Grab a dream,
do not distract,
make it big,
with huge impacts.

Fluttered wish,
should reach the sky.
Unframed hopes,
learn how to fly.

Take a chance,
lead with self-care.
Stalled to wait,
until hearts dare.

– Grace Y. Estevez – Reddy

Written for FFFC #193 hosted by Fandango

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Condemn

Reflections shown, while casting stones,
judgments are thrown, yours hide alone.
Unseen disguise, eyes in a veil,
swallow bad deeds, sighs are exhaled.

Looking outside, escape within,
choose not to see, deep-rooted sins.
Secure the cage, well kept inside,
hidden secrets, no one can find.

All concealed guilts, the heart knows well,
let the stones lay, where they once fell.
Absolve regrets, love and accept,
so conversations can connect.

Give empathy a love filled space,
real understanding is embraced.
Pure clarity helps souls unite,
perceptions fall with true insight.

– Grace Y. Estevez – Reddy

Written for FFFC #192 hosted by Fandango

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Artistry

Escape the noise,
lock it outside.
Embrace true joy,
creative ride.

Art screams inside,
begs to fly free.
Chooses to stride,
glides with pure glee.

Palette of oils,
brushes at hand.
Release recoil,
floor serves as stand.

A sacred zone,
passionate flow.
Prolific tones,
make visions grow.

Foresee a scene,
hands swiftly paint.
Feed the machine,
without restraint.

Observe the brush,
move with great ease.
Inwardly gush,
fine masterpiece.

– Grace Y. Estevez – Reddy

Written for FFFC #191 hosted by Fandango

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Blissful Stroll

Date with myself, out to play,
leaves cascade then overlay.
Autumn colors on display,
art and nature make my day.

Perfect weather, warm yet cool,
coffee cup steams inner fuel.
Pack up all my writing tools,
prepare brand new film to spool.

Cozy scarf filters the breeze,
watch as winds tickle the trees,
fills my heart with inner peace,
inhale deep, exhale with ease.

Pictures capture what I write,
earth toned gifts of pure delight.
Present moment feels so right,
form memories that shine bright.

– Grace Y. Estevez – Reddy

Written for FFFC #189 hosted by Fandango

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Yellow Hues

When life is done, if visions last,
I will hold good times from my past.
Fond memories hold gifts of smiles,
with yellow flurried leaves for miles.

Pathways transform into slides,
brightly colored magical rides.
Possessions owned are left behind,
for hard work one only earns pride.

Lessons learned transform to stars,
light up the sky then erase scars.
Ugly times instantly buried,
warm sunny rays chase off worries.

Until that day, I will live well,
creating tales others can tell.
Close both my eyes, relive glories,
open them to write new stories.

Revised insight is evergreen,
my heart absorbs this gorgeous scene.
Notice how well I match my view,
fall to then rise, fully renewed.

– Grace Y. Estevez – Reddy

Written for  FFFC # 188, hosted by Fandango

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