Flicker

Blink to change what you see,
blink again, roaming free.
Perceptions bounce around,
silly thoughts, now profound.

Blink once more, let things go,
blink and drive with your soul.
Intentions, take the lead,
passing thoughts, sprout like seeds.

Blink to grasp what will be,
blink to gain every key.
Inner light shines and glows,
clear your eyes as you grow.

Blink and breathe nice and slow,
blink and reach high plateaus.
Close your eyes, inhale peace,
exhale love, blow with ease.

Blink to fly in the breeze,
blink and sway like a tree.
Slowly go with the flow,
heal so rips can be sewn.

Blink and gain self control,
blink and fulfill all goals.
Go on a joy filled spree,
as each day provides glee.

– Grace Y. Estevez – Reddy

Repair

I can not find a place to grow,
my light has dimmed no longer glows.
I do not fit in anywhere,
my thoughts are mine no room to share.
I keep hitting a concrete wall,
my victories become my fall.
I do not know what will come next,
my mind wonders if I was hexed.

My heart does not believe it’s hexed,
I envision what I want next.
My strength increases after falls,
I know I can climb any wall.
My purest joy comes when I share,
I now feel welcomed anywhere.
My heart and soul carry a glow,
I nurture it and watch it grow.

– Grace Y. Estevez- Reddy

This poem has been published on Spillwords.

Outer

Possessed by an outer force,
many call external source,
some believe it lives inside,
cuddled snug in a complex mind.

Learn to teach all those unseen,
create endless boundaries,
confidence will turn the key,
transcending abundant ease.

Stop to breathe, notice mirrors,
eyes you see, look much clearer,
forgiving all past missteps,
guiding towards what projects.

All believe, what they perceive,
thoughts retrieve what they conceive,
drawn conclusions based on need,
eat the knowledge meant to feed.

Every soul is perfection,
for their path, not intention.
Providing greater lessons,
acts of bonds, and connections
.

– Grace Y. Estevez-Reddy

Jupiter

A snake disguised as a tree branch
can stand quite still to reach attack,
wears a sweet smile while stabbing backs,
carries pink hues, to hide the black
.

A victim role, you play too well,
pushing the fool, saying they fell,
sympathy gained is your best spell,
those by your side, live in your hell.

Do anything to get your way,
poisoned my cup, then caused delays,
your worried face was well displayed,
before your eyes, your plans decayed.

Paint yourself bright, nice, and sunny,
with veins that flow such sweet honey,
patient with a splash of funny,
acts to access unearned money
.

Inner pity makes you so cruel,
taught by elders how to bend rules,
feed deep hunger, ignite your fuel,
attempts to feel like a rare jewel.

Hope one day you can understand,
most lives rarely follow a plan,
the pain delivered by your hands,
reverts right back to where you stand.


– Grace Y. Estevez-Reddy

Create a website or blog at WordPress.com

Up ↑

%d bloggers like this: