Love song

A nightingale
sings his songs of light,
serenading tales,
navigate her flight.

She feels his rhythm
synch to her heartbeat,
savory serum
makes her trip complete.

His lingering tone
always guides her home.
Never left alone,
even while she roams.

One darkened evening
as nerves shook and swayed,
his voice was leaving
deepest fears displayed.

How could she ever
fly a path so dim?
She let love drive her,
straight back home to him.

Rewinding his thoughts
reviewing her face,
a true lesson taught
one filled with pure grace.

Quickly embracing
then snuggling tight,
slowly exchanging
stories from that night.

“My ears could not hear,
my soul felt you near,
your song disappeared,
my path became clear,
I charged in full gear,
used love as a steer,
removed every fear,
instantly appeared.”

Happily relieved,
his full voice regained.
Their vibrations weaved
their love song retained.

– Grace Y. Estevez – Reddy

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Accepting you
I gain myself,
reflections teach
us to impel.

Eight billion hearts
can beat as one,
admiring,
the rising Sun.

All eyes that see
have different views,
impress true self,
so guilts remove.

Empathy tugs,
though always there,
acknowledging
a vacant stare.

Give what I can,
then help some more,
not for a pat,
or to gain scores.

Do it for one
as much as two,
every smile spreads
positive hues.

Feel ever blessed
for being kind,
shut both my lips,
open my mind.

Do not condemn
those still in queue,
within their path
they will find truth.

– Grace Y. Estevez – Reddy

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Words that swim around his head,
make him drown in them instead.
Steal his voice, his feelings tread,
remarks tiptoe on a thread.

Convey his thoughts deep inside,
blabbing what he wants to hide.
Caution must be well applied,
felt emotions smoothly guide.

Words that fly over his head
do not land, instantly dead.
Tried to crack behaviors read,
analyzed each phrase once said.

Dictating the things he hears,
break and conquer all his fears,
sad or happy stream of tears,
whisper softly in his ear.

Words that live inside his heart,
made to always feel so smart,
transform into works of art,
always set themselves apart.

They can get him to believe,
that same power could deceive.
Building what he will perceive,
help him gain all goals achieved.

– Grace Y. Estevez – Reddy

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A sip of coffee with sweet foam
brings me to my childhood home.
Scents and flavors interweave
playful thoughts kept me naive.

Mystical nights on the phone,
magical days of unknowns,
chose pretend and make-believe,
painted world my eyes conceived.

A gulp of water twist of lime,
brings me back to present times,
offering all I can give,
forming the life I will live.

Obtain all the goals I crave,
heartbeats strong, feeling so brave,
knowing all actions I see,
are directed back to me.

A guzzle of pure love and light
transports me to a bright sight.
Sparkles twinkle on my face,
formless body kissed with grace.

All good things will follow through,
build the stories pick and choose,
ask a question, build a view,
then examine what I drew.

– Grace Y. Estevez – Reddy

Hopeful Tears

With every sigh
clear tears that shed,
run, skip, and fly,
above her head.
Like butterflies
with wings widespread,
they flutter high
carrying her dread.
They touch the sky,
kill her pain dead,
then float on by,
call joy instead.
As they all dry
new hopes are read,
she wipes her eyes,
held sadness fled.
Within her mind
a soft voice treads,
as an ally,
all problems shed.
A silent guide
no start or end,
always provides
bright paths ahead.

– Grace Y. Estevez – Reddy

Goodbye and Hello

A lingered song
plays in her head,
of memories
she once thought dead.
Familiar love,
once felt so deep,
haunting her thoughts
disrupting sleep.

Her sacred flock
was made of lies,
hearts never locked,
just false allies.
Promises made
dissolved and died,
smiles that she knew
were all disguised.

Saying farewell,
set her life free,
she made the move
turning the key.
Resentments fled
let bygones be,
cleared up the dark,
felt inner glee.

Shed a few tears
while letting go,
positive vibes
dictate life’s flow.
All that she touched
picked up a glow,
her inner light
expands and grows.

– Grace Y. Estevez – Reddy

Expend

Sacrifice can be okay
but should not rule every day.
Resentments will find their way,
at times they linger and stay.

Give to give, never to take,
do not make pure actions fake.
Hear silent cries as they shout,
fulfill needs without a doubt.

No one gives what they don’t have,
assisting, cutting in half.
Provide fully, then grant more,
selfless life or endless chore.

People do what one allows,
form boundaries, draw them out.
Take a stand, find inner voice,
proving acts come from free choice.

Search within, find the right words,
sing them loud, so they are heard.
Stand up straight to take a stand,
let heartbeats dictate commands.

Expose true self, feel secure,
self-acceptance is a cure.
Confidence makes each step sure,
deeds are clear, intentions pure.

– Grace Y. Estevez – Reddy

Challenge

Ready for a fight,
staring eye to eye.
Keeping you at sight,
pesky little fly.

Swatting at the air,
swiping here and there,
you escape my stare
then hide in my hair.

I hit my own head
hoping this will end,
your body lays dead
while playing pretend.

Ego at my face,
enticing a chase,
I remain in place
feeling my own grace.

I start to ignore
your attempt at war,
decide not to score
then center my core.

My heart fills with light
it reaches new heights,
I sigh and feel bright
you take off, full flight.

– Grace Y. Estevez – Reddy

Desires

Lush green grass is somehow greener,
when viewed from the other side.
Conflicted, jealous daydreamer,
peeks through life, unsatisfied.

Such excitement while obtaining
every craving and all wants,
brand new shine is always fading
tarnishing unfulfilled hearts.

Squinting eyes comparing visions,
stagnantly running in place.
Everyone has their own mission,
conquered at a distinct pace.

Feelings of dissatisfaction
will attract more of the same.
Gratitude as a reaction
can ignite an inner flame.

Dire thirst, fulfilled with raindrops,
does not need a waterfall,
neither one choosing to make swaps,
both content to serve their cause.

Everybody has their own path,
as each finger wears a print.
Do not covet another’s catch
leaving bright light for mere glints.

– Grace Y. Estevez – Reddy

Warmest Dance

The shiny sun
offers a hand,
entices me
into a dance.

The warmest ray
touches my face,
tattoos my skin
fills me with grace.

A happy tune
plays in the breeze,
moving the leaves
on swaying trees.

As wild winds sweep,
whistle and chime,
form perfect beats
that can stop time.

A stage of grass,
song without words,
just sprinkled rain,
and flapping birds.

The moisture dries
mild hues shine bright,
sun fades away
bringing moonlight.

– Grace Y. Estevez- Reddy

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