Spice it Up

A life filled with vanilla dreams,
made stagnant days endlessly scream.
A little spice could shake things up,
cinnamon sticks enhances cups.

Sweet honey mixed with almond milk,
emotions feel as soft as silk.
Sprinkle nutmeg, perfect enhance,
tastebuds form a euphoric dance.

A dose of joy, miracle drink,
soothes hearts so minds can clearly think.
A pure escape, new ritual,
make peaceful times habitual.

Pinches of spice give life a boost,
as new flavors are introduced.
Aromas linger in the air,
provides some zest and endless flair.

– Grace Y. Estevez – Reddy

Written for dVerse poets pub
This week’s d’Verse Poetics Prompt, Merrill D. Smith encourages us to select three or more ingredients from the 25 listed on the page (check link above). My choices were Vanilla, Cinnamon, and Nutmeg. Hope you enjoy.💕

Touch of Light

She wears a smile as a costume,
while turning hopes into pure gloom.
A shadow that steals joys from rooms,
guiding hearts towards endless doom.

Stories she hears construct her lies,
connecting to believe her sighs.
False tears cascade from her sad eyes,
theatrics through effortless cries.

She pities what she had to face,
lets bitterness rest in griefs place.
Her non stop mind likes to retrace,
sad memories filled with disgrace.

Manipulates to gain control,
loves to play games of sticks and stones.
Emotions become hard as bones,
deep inside holds inner cyclones.

She feels the sun burn at her head,
awakens parts she once thought dead.
Instantly clears up all her dread,
replaced by faithful light instead.

Acceptance fills her deep within,
absolving guilts and downward spins.
Grants everyday hopes to begin,
so that with time self love could win.

– Grace Y. Estevez – Reddy

Moonwashed Weekly Challenge – September 20, 2022
Prompt – Theatrics

Reflect

Make me a lighthouse,
that brightens all paths.
Make me a beacon,
with an endless flash.

Fill me with bright beams,
that live in my eyes.
Fill me with wisdom,
that bedazzles life.

Mold me like the sun,
that gleams everyday.
Mold me like the sea,
with powerful waves.

Sculpt me self assured,
let doubts disappear.
Sculpt me always pure,
my soul always clear.

A star in the sky,
that twinkles with thoughts.
A star floating high,
where wishes are caught.

– Grace Y. Estevez – Reddy

Moonwashed Weekly Challenge – September 13,2022
Prompt – Bedazzle

Kindred Spirit

With me everyday and night,
feel your essence, always bright.
Chase off darkness with pure light,
change mistakes from wrong to right.

Silhouette, carries great ease.
Silhouette, worries decrease.
Silhouette, flows with the breeze.
Silhouette, bringer of peace.

Whisper thoughts so I create,
in my mind your voice narrates.
Teach me all your wisest traits,
help me turn good into great.

Outline of clear purity.
Outline holds security.
Outline provides clarity.
Outline gives prosperity.

Close my eyes, know you are there,
heartbeats show how much you care.
Divine love, treasure so rare,
connection beyond compare.

Shadow lets my heart fly free.
Shadow traces what I see.
Shadow foresees what will be.
Shadow lives deep within me.

– Grace Y. Estevez- Reddy

Response to Sadje’s picture prompt on What do you see #151 September 12 , 2022

School Time

Extra pencils packed to lend,
ball point red, blue, and black pens.
Awkward, timid, with great friends,
tried to keep up with new trends.

Read out loud, convey clearly,
answer questions eagerly.
Folded notes passed secretly,
carefully, swift, and quickly.

Recess comes as the bell rings,
never know what lunch time brings.
Laugh so loud, happily sing,
feel at peace till class begins.

Teachers always hold the key,
watch the clock till it turns three,
run so fast, feeling so free,
with no thoughts of “what will be.”

– Grace Y. Estevez – Reddy

Written for the Prompt of the Week by Lady Jabberwocky with the theme of “School Days”

Essential Shine

Sunrise gifts life with bright hues,
washes past days, makes them new,
turns the page so dreams come true,
twinkles hope to clear fogged views.

Puffed milk clouds play up above,
wishes fly high like a dove,
warm breeze covers skin with love,
opens paths, gives will a shove.

Sunset presents gilded veils,
makes minds know they cannot fail,
gold dust glitters future trails,
lifts the anchor so joy sails.

Dim moonlight covers night skies,
happy thoughts fill sleepy eyes,
nature seamlessly supplies,
every key that underlies.

– Grace Y. Estevez – Reddy

Moonwashed Weekly Challenge – September 06, 2022
Prompt – Gilded

Gifts of Insight

Predictions tell what will form next,
exotic tools of ancient text,
withstanding time, jumping through test,
advice will tell “Which path is best”.

Spiritual soul, science filled mind,
pulls messages from deep inside,
tell mute stories that run and hide.
some will be tough, others are kind.

At times we choose to blind insight,
not see the truths, instead we sigh,
let other perceptions be right,
rely within another’s light.

Devices that truly assist,
everyone carries unique gifts,
if self-belief comes to persist,
insecure fears will quickly lift.

Close both eyes to know what will come,
truth made for one, are lies to some,
people could laugh and claim its dumb,
until foreseen facts all become.

– Grace Y. Estevez – Reddy

Written for Reena’s Xploration Challenge #246

Prompt – Write a prose poem based on the featured image.

Expression

Wash my day with rainbow dye,
abstract beauty forces sighs.
Euphoric ideas fly,
observe canvas as it dries.

Vivacious tints paint my mind,
abstract hues run undefined.
Free flows intricate design,
masterpiece, one of a kind.

Unique colors splash my eyes,
image sparkles with surprise.
Neon splatters so precise,
makes heads stop to analyze.

Bright shades swirl a perfect blend,
visuals grow, feelings extend.
Art conveys message transcends,
no beginning or known end.

– Grace Y. Estevez – Reddy

Moonwashed Weekly Challenge – August 30, 2022
Prompt – Vivacious

Fulfilled

Fears of failure,
form stagnant thoughts.
Change behavior,
learn what life taught.

Kill self pity,
grasp inner force.
Push the gritty,
receive from source.

Set higher goals,
let dreams fly free.
Inner control,
turn outer keys.

Deep routed faith
help hopes arrive,
feelings create
what fate derives.

Ambitious wants,
help wishes soar,
so unsure hearts
can dare for more.

Desires strive,
faith swiftly flies.
Strong beliefs drive,
achievements high.

– Grace Y. Estevez – Reddy

Moonwashed Weekly Challenge – August 23, 2022
Prompt – Ambitious

Phases of Life

Memories began, when she was five,
with not much care, feeling just fine.
Spending her days, unknotting binds,
most pleasant child, kept within lines.
Her brilliant mind, was masked for thrills,
her deepest thoughts, went unfulfilled.
Naughty but in the purest way,
angry that fun, could never stay.

As sweet sixteen soon came to be,
unmasking lies, for all to see,
her darkest fears and solemn tales,
picked herself up, when all hands failed.
Adulthood swiftly came to play,
removing bows and pretty lace.
Moving away, to a new place,
with no old ties, a new escape.

She met new dolls, gave them fun names,
so paper cut, they looked the same.
They grew up fast, sharing some bonds,
of her strange ways, they were quite fond.
An angel came, swept her right up,
soaking her tears, filling her cup.
He washed his hands, when he was done,
leaving her torn, making her run.

Ran straight into his opposite,
numbing herself, if for a bit,
but realized he was not fit.
He screamed too loud, the walls were hit.
She thought of ways to go off grid,
too late some how, they now had kids,
did not work out, support all hid,
found inner strength to close the lid.

Sun had emerged, behind the clouds,
love came in fast, it sang so loud.
Enough for two, three was a crowd,
shinning with grace, she took a bow.
It claimed her heart, also her mind,
the love was true, one of a kind.
One small pebble, stuck in the way,
it got kicked fast, it could not stay.

Finally healed, remorse had fled,
her love was real, not in her head.
Followed the paths, to where they led,
so she could sleep, on her own bed.
Her fairytale was not an act,
epiphanies to reenact.
Echoes are gone, that is a fact
the best is now, what she attracts.

– Grace Y. Estevez – Reddy

Written for RXC PROMPT #244 hosted by Reena

Prompt – Video Prompt

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