Best Day Of The Dead Poems

"Dia de Los Muertos", the Spanish name it.  Eve
of All Saints, saw we of the church of blessed assurance
of an observance ushering in fall while easing
our multilingual obsession with death.  The sun shines
on unmarked graves, and, "Come winter the same
snow falls, dusting us...

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weep not when we die
don't let your life go awry
for the time was nigh
attributes were diminished
the mortal course now  finished

words were all written
no longer need to fit in
worry what's twitten
opinions will not long last
as all existence shall pass

never born-again
but a human with a pen
human...

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Paradoxes perceived....

Alas, afore perditions peremptory paroxysms passing

Recompense, aneath this incantations au revoirs pier?!

Intensity wrought forth amid the speculums mist

Surging slicing waves rolling in; brevitations acme ~

This cresendos apsis, imploding both place and time; time

Sending forth a zephyrs horizontal vortex greeting unto, these assimilations....

Subsistences sumbliminal portals...

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walking in the city
to watch the sparkle lights
looking at graffiti
the murals on site
people outside having parties
celebrating through the night
its the day of the dead
partying all through the night...

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November first, day of the dead
Full of traditions, honoring the fallen
We light a red candle at sunset
Lay a table of food for the deceased
Eat sugar skulls, signifying bringing dead to life within ourselves
Masks and signs are paraded in a festival’s procession
Celebrating the cycle of life...

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On Saturday or Sunday B-4 the fourth of July ,

Paperboys wood deliver the day of the dead book & I doent know why !

It had the names and addresses of everyone hoo died in the last year !

But Yude have 2 check the sales papers...

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La Cavalera Catrina 1910-1930:
An etching by cartoonist and lithographer, José Guadalupe Posada
Of a Garbancera, elegant skull, an upper-class woman of the Porfiriata
Has become a character icon of the Mexican “Día de Los Muertos”
A celebration of life in which it is much believed or “muy fuertos”
That...

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The Day of the Dead down Mexico way,
Spirits are saved. Food and dancing are gay!
Skeleton shaped toys,
For all girls and boys,
Tasty sugar skulls are the hit of the day!...

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The day of The Dead. 

 The cemetery in Loule is on top of a hill, today
early spring the steep hillside is full of luscious 
yellow flowers. Not like ripe lemons, more like 
Swiss butter, from the rich milk of cows will bells
and horns; sturdy...

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Horrifying images pass through the mind
Mingling and mixing and leaving you blind
Thoughts of the past swim into sight
Leaving your mind consumed by fright

The living dead dance through your dreams
From their bones, the light of the moon gleams
Demons and devils join in their fun
Making you toss...

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Marilyn and Mom and Dad,
Uncle Aaron, Larry;
Helen, Irv, Frank, Jodi, Ruth,
Miriam and Harry.

Elaine, Barbara, Ann and May,
Muriel and Julie;
Nana, Grandma, Grandpas (2),
Rick – we miss them truly.

Folks and cousins of my friends,
Several former teachers;
Pets of buddies – dogs and cats
And some exotic creatures.

Many others in...

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i do bleed
i do 
As when life is
fighting to 
bruise me
i do bleed
i do
AND
i express 
 m y s e l f 
in a slow
unraveling roll
of energetic
stress /and\
i love you
forever &
always.

:: 02-09-2017 ::...

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Day of The Dead 

Old suits and old gowns
They wore
With fresh memories
They mourn

Dance of candle flames 
In their portrait windows
Some semblance of life
Through flickered shadows

Dancing remembers
Long passed footsteps
Recounted smiles
And reinvented anecdotes

While ancient skeletal death
In bony tattered rags 
Banters his scythe
In slow melancholic celebration

Generations joined
By white...

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Margaurita was always called challengingly short.
In the afterliife I will be tall, she would retort.
When I die, make my day-of-the-dead statue tall, she said.
Give me a scary toothy face, and a huge, oversized head.
We made this woman's statue twelve foot tall.
Her face was long, she...

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In the liturgy of the gathering of the dead
Shadows play like phantom haunts
Shivering with broom sticks quaking
She flies enslaving the Halloween moon

Shadows play like phantom haunts
Enchanted by the sorceress' tune
She flies enslaving the Halloween moon
Possessed by her lair's bedeviled curse

Enchanted by the sorceress' tune
Shivering with...

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