A broken friendship
does not dismiss the bond formed.
Do not misuse trust.
– Grace Y. Estevez – Reddy
Loyalty
New Circle
Involved yet excluded,
with connections I make.
Always feel secluded,
but refuse to play fake.
Searching for loyal friends,
seems like an endless task.
No pretense or defense,
worn disguises, unmasked.
Sharing deep inner views,
may attract more like minds.
Forever being true,
trustworthy also kind.
Billions of soul siblings,
care for one giant world.
Busy with rivaling,
dark venom often hurled.
Seeking a tight circle
where love and peace expand.
Bonds that are eternal
cheering praise and advance.
Envisioning a pack,
wearing smiles filled with ease,
walking a bright lit path,
filled with wins and great peace.
– Grace Y. Estevez – Reddy
Spin
Within a blink,
earth spins and goes.
As nature shrinks,
capital grows.
Nurturing dies,
drowning in time.
Hurricanes cry,
humans defy.
Here to just take,
no giving acts.
Infested lakes,
more signed contracts.
Corrupted system
to be deferred.
Earth is a victim,
with pleas unheard,
The honey bees,
fly just to flee.
Cut forest trees,
polluted breeze.
Lingering kill
connections fall.
The world stands still
as nature calls.
Absorbing light
and all sun rays.
Hold on for life
and better days.
Feel comfort in
this cozy dome.
As the world spins,
treat it like home.
– Grace Y. Estevez- Reddy
Friendship
Friends are like flowers,
pick nice ones for a bouquet.
Enjoy while they last.
– Grace Y. Estevez-Reddy
Honey
Bee sat on a rug, feeling warm and snug,
she cuddled up tight, then aimed for a bite.
Hearing a loud groan, distinct but unknown,
while shaken mid-air, she noticed a bear.
The bear looked so sad, this made her feel bad,
she did not intend to sting her soft friend.
Regretting the sting, apologizing
while empathizing, decided to sing.
“Sorry I hurt you
I lost my control,
the urge just arouse,
command it then stole.
I never imagined
my rug was on you,
and will never know
how stinger pierced through?
I want to assure
but not guarantee,
I will try my best
to hold my impulse deep.“
Bear still felt so bruised and downright confused,
bee thought his warm, hug belonged to a rug.
He cared for the bee, but just could not see,
how friendships repair, soon after despair.
He scratched his own head, with questions to shed,
if intentions are pure, can trust then be cured?
Is bee simply flawed, by nature’s stained law?
Is her greatest sin, defined by her sting?
“So sorry that you
did not understand.
Your rug is my fur,
your landing unplanned.
Tried welcoming you
and gave you a hug,
not knowing my strength,
it may have been snug.
Pain opened my eyes,
helped me realize,
that you did not mean
to disburse surprise.
I now understand
how instinct takes place,
you use it if threatened
never to betray.”
Clearing each other, heartbeats now flutter.
Skies, blue and sunny, friends sweet like honey.
– Grace Y. Estevez-Reddy
Old Friend
The people I knew
Never met who I am now
Who have they become?
– Grace Y. Estevez-Reddy