Polish life till it shines,
respect everyone’s choice.
Do not overrule mine,
or muffle out my voice.

You are all that you are,
I am all that I am.
Your words carry great charm,
still I reject commands.

While you drive in your lane,
you will find your own path.
My blinders shield my brain,
as I soak in my bath.

A helpful suggestion,
or warning, can be nice,
but if unrequested,
do not share your advice.

It may be compelling,
for eyes that witness needs,
to suggest by telling,
or to plant sprouting seeds.

As I live and let live,
hope all could understand,
hearts that genuinely give,
require no demands.

– Grace Y. Estevez – Reddy

Response to Sadje’s picture prompt on What do you see #162 November 28, 2022

Past Times

Coffee is served, along with toast,
think of the times I miss the most.
Search for a spread, find thoughts instead,
cycles of life run through my head.

Memories made of marmalade,
sweeten this life, brightens each day.
Enhances skills, fill with great thrills,
help as hopes climb wavering hills.

Retrace the stage of fruit preserves,
disrupt sad thoughts, slips to then swerve.
Watch all strife pause, no need or cause,
stand high and tall, inner applause.

Remembrance comes from berry jam,
anchored my mind, before it swam.
Dust off past fails so great dreams sail,
teaches sad hearts how to prevail.

Echoes of times formed with jelly,
candied moments always ready.
Move goals along, humming a song,
releases doubts so trust belongs.

Beautiful views makes me feel bright,
smile as breakfast provides insight.
Sit on my seat, read as I eat,
lessons once gained, can taste so sweet.

– Grace Y. Estevez – Reddy

Greed ( Published at The Writers Club)

Like a bear to warm sweet honey,
carrots swayed to tempt a bunny,
humans are hungry for money,
laugh it off, though far from funny.

Take every dare, snatch up the cash,
iIntegrity sold in a flash.
Watch all honor turn into ash,
all self-respect thrown to the trash.

Nothing satisfies all desires,
or fulfills the needs most require.
Vanity ignites flames and fires,
great treasures are just things acquired.

Those that choose to chase after wealth,
may find themselves feeling compelled,
to value riches over health,
till vitality is expelled.

Capital is another tool
used to create brilliant fools.
Ego flares with made up fuel,
push it aside so love can rule.

– Grace Y. Estevez – Reddy

Originally Published on March 21, 2021

My poem “Greed” was published at The Writers Club. I would like to thank their team for showcasing this piece.💕


I walk around with one blind eye,
to overlook what others hide.
The other eye is wide opened,
observes what goes unnoticed.

I ask myself, “which is worth more?”
apply my gift of keeping score.

The gaping eye sees everything,
knows exactly what pulls all strings.
Mystical force lives deep within,
shines with pure hope to wipe off sins.

The blinded eye does just as well,
by focusing solely on self.
Not known to sway, looks unaware,
an inner stare releases cares.

The two combined forever great,
pushed together emitting strength.

To see from both at the same time,
unlocks hinges removes all grime.
As all new views acquire shine,
gained power flows through heart and mind.

– Grace Y. Estevez – Reddy


So thankful for my everyday,
the bright blue sky with golden rays.
Absorb calm views when times are grey,
through thick or thin life is okay.

Deep gratitude highlights my eyes,
pulls deep within, joys flutter high.
Connected hearts unite and fly,
together laugh until they cry.

So thankful for food on each plate,
wonderful time without debates.
Fond memories loved ones create,
happily linked to celebrate.

Deep gratitude Thanksgiving day,
hope old bygones swiftly decay.
May serene thoughts enhance always,
so only good times come to stay.

So thankful for another year,
without so many threats to fear.
Discretely wipe a single tear,
silently smile, inwardly cheer.

Deep gratitude rooted inside,
look all around, feel immense pride.
So much pure love rests by my side,
pure faith and grace always provides.

– Grace Y. Estevez – Reddy


One day in time,
I walked life free.
Laughs echoed chimes,
swung from tall trees.
Danced, skipped, and sang,
knew dreams would be.
Inner bells rang,
believed in me.

One cloudy night,
you brought the rain.
Stripped away light,
made me insane.
Held back my glee,
I could not gain.
Introduced me
to constant pain.

One sunny day,
my heart grew cold,
Blood pumped away,
timid turned bold.
As sunlight hit,
regained control.
Our road was split,
grasped what you stole.

One afternoon,
looked at the sky,
transient moon,
was painted high.
Reflective hues
twinkled my eyes,
showed I am you,
then faded by.

One part of me
no longer hides,
now forced to see,
there are two sides.
Was never gone,
still lives inside,
combined as one,
protects and guides.

– Grace Y. Estevez – Reddy

Moonwashed Weekly Challenge – November 22, 2022
Prompt – Transient

What Was

I lay my pen, then close my eyes,
think of the times that slipped us by.
Relive the laughs we will not have,
we were as one, but now just half.

Turn the page, a different tale,
we were both good, never went stale.
Always a theme in stories told,
kissed by warm lights, melting the cold.

A fairytale from long ago,
when knees were bent, while life flowed slow.
As liquid words absorb all ink,
diminished love, made our hearts sink.

Stories are told, from dusty times,
no clear-cut views, reason, or rhyme.
A simple truth that was perceived,
lived long ago by you and me.

Written by young hearts filled with hope,
climbing steep hills and endless ropes.
Adventures end with distinct roads,
glad you were there to share the load.

Typed letters penetrate my bones,
presence never leaves me alone,
Cobwebs of memories fulfill,
the days that pass as life stands still.

– Grace Y. Estevez – Reddy

Written for FFFC #194 hosted by Fandango

Friendly Date

Out for a bite,
huge appetite,
plates are all out,
mind fills with doubts.
To eat this now,
breaks silent vow.
try to loose weight,
or take the bait.

Friends out to brunch,
decide to munch,
they all fit in,
all are quite thin.
They eat and laugh,
split mine in half,
then say “I’m full”,
hunger still pulls.

Drink some water,
hunger alters,
stay on health track,
do not feel lack.
Time soon passes,
sweeps and splashes,
was not easy,
goals land freely.

Lunch out with friends,
compliments blend,
still unfulfilled,
but health rebuilds.
Feel accepted,
yet rejected,
what they now see,
was always me.

– Grace Y. Estevez – Reddy

Response to Sadje’s picture prompt on What do you see #161 November 21, 2022

Rebuild ( Published at The Writers Club)

Unfold the layers off this mask,
swallow the questions no one asks,
another day with the same tasks,
drunk wishes swim within old flasks.

Alone while others are around,
all aspirations hit the ground,
an inner silence feels profound,
wishes crash hard but make no sound.

Frustrations learn to stand alone,
messages whispered in soft tones,
a deep connection with unknowns,
unsure faith rest, still as a stone.

The years pile on in the same way,
a routines mix, dictates each day,
bored numbness takes over and stays,
just then a dream dares to invade.

A yellow thought becomes so true,
the tossed old bottle makes life new,
the quickest blink changes all views,
listen to songs the breezes blew.

Tall solid plank standing upright,
the warm sunshine exhales delight,
self confidence offers insight,
builds a grand future that shines bright.

– Grace Y. Estevez – Reddy

Originally Published on December 28, 2021

My poem “Rebuild” was published at The Writers Club. I would like to thank their team for showcasing this piece.💕

Love is

Love is like a small speck,
of light in a puffed cloud,
awakens faith’s affects,
with a pure silent vow.
A paused drop of clear peace,
that casually falls,
distant bells in the breeze,
that answer unheard calls.

Love will move deep inside,
and make hearts yearn for more,
intrusive event ride,
that clutches at the core.
It lifts spirits up high,
until joy floats around,
to abruptly stops dry,
so all hopes hit the ground.

Love hurts and also burns,
flows lava through frail veins,
as false illusions churn,
deceit laughs at the pain.
It flutters so quickly,
to reach destiny’s edge,
then brings hearts back swiftly,
with an unspoken pledge.

Love is a lit ember,
that flickers and fades,
Drizzles chills and tremors,
melts into a tough stain.
Senses create fires,
that dissolve ingrained wit,
yet all drown in desires
to return back to it.

Love is infinite light,
felt inside of the chest,
a soft touch that feels bright,
and can pass any test.
It’s the “maybe in time”,
that chases every goal,
preservation and climb,
that sprouts within each soul.

Love is felt through insight,
and at times can be seen,
it’s the dark and the light,
and the gray in between.
Eternally travels,
throughout the universe,
it lands and unravels,
to cure earth’s dire thirst.

– Grace Y. Estevez – Reddy

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