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

Moving Forward


A little boy, made to shine shoes.
A little girl, singing the blues
.
Both neglected and both abused,
without a choice but to be used
.

Finding each other in sunlight,
forced to depart before the night
.
Not giving up, or losing hope,
with every day learning to cope
.

Enhanced each other, gaining strength,
providing love through any length
.
They worked and sang, purely for tips,
escaped their lives, taking a trip
.

So far away, they started new,
a unique world made to feel true
.
Realizing thoughts can form their tale,
empowering sword helped them prevail
.

Dying to all, yet still alive,
through chaos storms, they still survived
.
Forgiving those they left behind,
not looking back, now redefined
.

The life they left had made them strong.
Why should they concentrate on wrongs?
Instead, they killed all resentments,
made to forgive, not to ferment
.

Focused on goals and future plans,
the kindest hearts lending their hands.
Blessed as their gains always expand,
knowing their dreams fall where they land
.

– Grace Y. Estevez-Reddy

Honey

Bee sat on a rug, feeling warm and snug,
she cuddled up tight, then aimed for a bite.

Hearing a loud groan, distinct but unknown,
while shaken mid-air, she noticed a bear
.

The bear looked so sad, this made her feel bad,
she did not intend to sting her soft friend.
Regretting the sting, apologizing
while empathizing, decided to sing
.

Sorry I hurt you
I lost my control,
the urge just arouse,
command it then stole.
I never imagined
my rug was on you,
and will never know
how stinger pierced through?
I want to assure
but not guarantee,
I will try my best
to hold my impulse deep.


Bear still felt so bruised and downright confused,
bee thought his warm, hug belonged to a rug.
He cared for the bee, but just could not see,
how friendships repair, soon after despair.


He scratched his own head, with questions to shed,
if intentions are pure, can trust then be cured?
Is bee simply flawed, by nature’s stained law?
Is her greatest sin, defined by her sting?

“So sorry that you
did not understand.
Your rug is my fur,
your landing unplanned.
Tried welcoming you
and gave you a hug,
not knowing my strength,
it may have been snug.
Pain opened my eyes,
helped me realize,
that you did not mean
to disburse surprise
.
I now understand
how instinct takes place,
you use it if threatened
never to betray
.”

Clearing each other, heartbeats now flutter.
Skies, blue and sunny, friends sweet like honey
.


– Grace Y. Estevez-Reddy

Blue Boy

Living his life like a dream.
Waiting for his day of luck.
Searching the garbage for food.
Working the streets for a buck
.

His face wears a permanent tear in his eye.
His smile is unsure, mixed with hope and pride
.

Exhausted by living
a life full of torture.
Holds on to his talent,
and soon finds exposure
.

A future so wealthy
it gives him a ride.
It changes his walk
he now learns to stride.
With fame and with fortune
held close to his side,
his confidence risen
no reason to hide
.

He fights to accept what he has in him.
A void and unrest that keeps his heart dim
.

A lesson he gathered
was obviously shown
as money is useful
but not for his throne


– Grace Y. Estevez-Reddy

Merengue

A repetitive five-beat rhythmic pattern,
makes my hips move to the pitter patters.
Festive melodies make daydreams splatter,
misting my mind, highlighting what matters
.

Merengue music is one of a kind,
hypnotic assemble will blow any mind.
African with Spanish influence entwined,
with three passing tales, which seem to align.

One story describes it arrived with the slaves,
all chained together while cutting sugar cane.
Swaying to the beats that machete swipes made,
dragging their worn feet, while easing their pain.

Some allege a great hero was limping and hurt,
at a revolution, his leg pain overt.
Villagers found new ways for aches to divert,
smiling as they danced with one foot sweeping dirt.

Others have claimed the name came from a treat,
confection of sugar, so light and quite sweet,
matching with the dance, frothy yet complete,
all tastebuds enjoy, absorbing the beats.

New world technique with old-world traditions,
gave birth to a style for many musicians.
Fun tunes will remove any inhibitions,
grand lyrics provide great compositions.

– Grace Y. Estevez-Reddy



Forever Love

A platypus fell deep in love,
with a fierce hawk flying above.
One day they met, a friendship set,
their heartbeats formed a great duet
.

The platypus was known as Jane,
her beloved hawk was once named Shane.
They played each day, under sun rays,
enjoying laughs when skies turned grey
.

As Jane exposed the love she felt,
Shane loved her too and promptly knelt.
Followed their hearts, right from the start,
they vowed to never be apart.

Some differences soon came to light,
Jane felt inadequate at sight.
She could not fly, lacking hawk eyes,
inside feeling her worth had died
.

Loud silence made Shane feel uptight,
he knew that something was not right.
He went for flights, promptly each night,
searching for ways to make Jane bright.

A new idea soon came to him,
to find out why Jane had turned dim.
He talked to her, nuzzled her fur
said they should become what they were.

Jane soon explained what she believed,
he smiled at her feeling relieved.

Do not feel shame, my life you changed,
enhancing it in unique ways.

The couple soon went back to peace,
as everyday their love increased.
Though not the same, they are twin flames,
eternal love they both proclaimed.

– Grace Y. Estevez-Reddy


Phases

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 ways,
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.


Soon ran 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
.
She found the 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.


Soon she was 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,
but memories, to reenact.

Echoes are gone, that is a fact
the best is now, what she attracts.


– Grace Y. Estevez-Reddy


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