Day Of The Dead Poems - Poems about Day Of The Dead

Aha, it is Day of the Dead, November first. The goblins, ghouls and witches run to quench their thirst. Running to Mexico for another big night Eating sugared skulls, quelching their appetite. Wiley wicked warlocks and witches are arriving, high up in the sky. The festival is magic, everyone is devouring potatoes and pie. The demons are traveling through the city,...

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violins play me onyx death saves parades me celebrating life...

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My great great grandmother could not wait. Day of the Dead was two weeks away. She visited me on the 16th of October. I was sworn to secrecy, but they knew. Because I somehow knew how to do things That only she knew how to do Because she showed me Her ways, and they recognized them Will she return on the Day of...

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Day of the dead mushroom tree Around and around skulls looked at me I feel their spirits have gone off to play And yet they still creep me out today Three skulls drawn on by a skilled hand I hear the remnants of a mariachi band. Day of the dead mushroom tree Do not send grim reaper after me....

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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 was no longer small. Do you think she knows? We asked...

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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 and death November first, day of the dead...

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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 among men back to whence everything came no more demons left to...

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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 the spirits of the dead are to return to their...

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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 the news Without a close connection And all the rest who passed...

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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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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 broomsticks quaking Possessed by her lair's bedeviled curse In the liturgy of...

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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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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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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 and turn until evening is done Corpses fill the ground at...

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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 2 see if thair was a sale on beer ! It's...

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