Tag: poesia

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

8

Accept

Accustomed to
receiving
“yes”,
yet “no”
can at times
bring success,
If angered
while hearing
a “no”
recall that “yes”
gives
false control.

Sensed false control
can feel
so true,
yet true effects
can not
be viewed.
No one is certain
of results,
some disillusions,
bring exults.

Do not dismay
if what
you thought,
is not the same
as what
you bought.
Appreciate,
when views
are shown,
lessons are gifts,
from the
unknown.

– Grace Y. Estevez-Reddy

16

Candle Light

Light a candle,
then search the flame.
It takes a breath,
I do the same.

The fire dances
a rhythmic sway,
my body moves
in the same way.

The hot wax drips
along each side,
smile as tears drop,
from both my eyes.

Inhale all hope,
the light emits.
Energies guide
and soon transmit.

Clear and pure thoughts
are now evoked,
exhale all pain,
watch as it smokes.

– Grace Y. Estevez-Reddy

21

Extinguish

Dramatic sounds,
ring through my voice,
shaking around,
removing choice,
makes my head pound,
vibrating noise,
fall to the ground,
losing my poise.

Dramatic views,
blind both my eyes.
Perceptions choose
a hidden lie.
Creating news,
so stories fly,
without a clue
yet still implied.

Dramatic taste,
I thought I craved,
The greatest waste
was all I gave.
Gasoline bastes,
set to enslave.
Living in haste,
digging my grave.

Dramatic touch,
caressing deep.
No longer clutch,
not mine to keep.
Giving too much,
making hills steep.
Calming the rush,
so I can sleep.

Dramatic scents,
that swim inside.
Chaos ferments,
a troubled mind.
Will not consent,
to being kind,
instead prevents,
simply declined.

Dramatic life
abandoned past.
Presented strife,
that did not last.
Turmoil was knifed,
calming it fast.
Peace is now rife,
enjoyed contrast.

– Grace Y. Estevez-Reddy

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