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DIA DE LOS MUERTOS
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Poetry Contest Description
So the day of the dead is around the corner. We all have someone we dear loved and lost. Remember things happen for a reason and just someone's time just came to it's end. So with love we remember them. Write a poem or story about the one person or one's.
Write about those you loved. Write about how would you celebrate the day of the dead for them. How were they , what did they love when alive? What were their passions? Did they love a certain fruit or food? Did they love so much coffee? Did they love dancing? Or simply write about what you loved doing with them, a piece of memory from the past you strongly live to remember and wanna share. Maybe something as a child you treasure and is the best thing you remember about them. Write about what all they were and loved. And what would you do for them as a tribute or celebration on the day of the dead. If they loved coffee so much then mention you'd take to their resting place lots of coffee or if they loved dancing a dance there in their honor. Post pics of anything you wish as long as it relates to your writing of the day of the dead or people you wish to share in this competition. Write from the heart. Spanish writing is welcomed.
Ahavati
Tams
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The Definition of Love
“Are you at peace?”
It’s not far-fetched of you to ask me
in your prayers each night
and thoughts each day
The much-known concept of lives
swallowed by the living each year
Firstly, when we are physically birthed
and slapped into breath;
secondly, when we wake to purpose
and life slaps us into a vessel
for something greater than ourselves
The lesser-known concept
of two deaths is fully understood
on this side of the veil
Firstly, when our physical being
relinquishes the ghost for ash;
secondly, when our name passes
between someone’s lips
or thoughts for the very last time
In the final moments of life
silent oaths are made
within the mind to somehow
let loved ones know
we are safe
Yes, I am at peace
Darkness has not swallowed me
Each year, this resurrection
this annual conjuring of presence
makes itself known
These cycles summon me by name
the ofrenda and invocations
of Dia de los Muertos
keep my memory alive
and guide me home
Each moment my name is spoken
a rebirth occurs
from a history not forgotten
So, mi amor
peace isn’t the issue
that's not what you want to know
The issue is not knowing where I've gone
wondering if the grave you’re lying on
is a steppingstone of heaven
or a stairwell into the dark
It’s falling into the falsity
that allows death to steal hope
from a living soul
Yes, I am at peace
You have not let me die
that second death
And that . . .
that is the definition of Love
It’s not far-fetched of you to ask me
in your prayers each night
and thoughts each day
The much-known concept of lives
swallowed by the living each year
Firstly, when we are physically birthed
and slapped into breath;
secondly, when we wake to purpose
and life slaps us into a vessel
for something greater than ourselves
The lesser-known concept
of two deaths is fully understood
on this side of the veil
Firstly, when our physical being
relinquishes the ghost for ash;
secondly, when our name passes
between someone’s lips
or thoughts for the very last time
In the final moments of life
silent oaths are made
within the mind to somehow
let loved ones know
we are safe
Yes, I am at peace
Darkness has not swallowed me
Each year, this resurrection
this annual conjuring of presence
makes itself known
These cycles summon me by name
the ofrenda and invocations
of Dia de los Muertos
keep my memory alive
and guide me home
Each moment my name is spoken
a rebirth occurs
from a history not forgotten
So, mi amor
peace isn’t the issue
that's not what you want to know
The issue is not knowing where I've gone
wondering if the grave you’re lying on
is a steppingstone of heaven
or a stairwell into the dark
It’s falling into the falsity
that allows death to steal hope
from a living soul
Yes, I am at peace
You have not let me die
that second death
And that . . .
that is the definition of Love
Written by Ahavati
(Tams)
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Thank you Ahavati, that is really sweet and lovely. Thank you for sharing and participating.
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Beautiful pictures Ahavati, love the ofrenda setting. ❤️
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Your coming from beyond the grave
The grave with bars interred.
your life was taken, just removed.
my prayers with longings more than words
to meet again, stand in your shoes.
My brother Roger was taken by suicide eight years ago, before covid was invented, before the epidemic of Woke generations mental trauma. A hard-working man, but always an enigma. Artist, collector, avid car boot sale attendee, the main Manchester to Coventry line was closed at rush hour to remove his body from the line, hit by the 08:10 express.
Each year we lay the table with an empty seat, light black candles, turn the sideboard into an altar of photographs, our hall a shrine to his art, so many question without answers, eat a vindaloo and angel cake.
Strewn with the bouquet of memories that never die, the welcome mat hovered, an anticipation of his sprit, welcoming the chill of a presence from beyond our earthly bounds.
To leave without a note, the presents unopened around the Christmas tree, desperation that each family member and friend a smattering of guilt for the emotional void
It’s a long journey back according to Mexican folk law.
no longer hidden in plain sight.
breeds like cancers cells, that vacancy
looking for a return ticket
that depression denied
coldness, conceals longings
but mortals hold the keys
November’s windows are mostly
fully booked
needs and desires, ladders and shortcuts
clean hovered welcome
the purr of the cat
Mariachi band a little off key
disable the deadness!
just temporarily
your life was taken, just removed.
my prayers with longings more than words
to meet again, stand in your shoes.
My brother Roger was taken by suicide eight years ago, before covid was invented, before the epidemic of Woke generations mental trauma. A hard-working man, but always an enigma. Artist, collector, avid car boot sale attendee, the main Manchester to Coventry line was closed at rush hour to remove his body from the line, hit by the 08:10 express.
Each year we lay the table with an empty seat, light black candles, turn the sideboard into an altar of photographs, our hall a shrine to his art, so many question without answers, eat a vindaloo and angel cake.
Strewn with the bouquet of memories that never die, the welcome mat hovered, an anticipation of his sprit, welcoming the chill of a presence from beyond our earthly bounds.
To leave without a note, the presents unopened around the Christmas tree, desperation that each family member and friend a smattering of guilt for the emotional void
It’s a long journey back according to Mexican folk law.
no longer hidden in plain sight.
breeds like cancers cells, that vacancy
looking for a return ticket
that depression denied
coldness, conceals longings
but mortals hold the keys
November’s windows are mostly
fully booked
needs and desires, ladders and shortcuts
clean hovered welcome
the purr of the cat
Mariachi band a little off key
disable the deadness!
just temporarily
Written by slipalong
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Thank you for participating Slipalong. I am so sorry for your loss. I pray your brother is resting in peace now. This time is always a great time to express all about your loved ones. And what a beautiful gesture thats done for your brother. I'm sure he would love it. Only God knows why these things happened and the greatest gift we have is to be able to remember and never forget someone we love and treasure with all our hearts.
PAR
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Reflection of headlights in the dog's eyes
There's nothing like walking the dog
on the Dia de los Muertos
where the veils between the worlds
are thin and the air is thick with the smell
of marigolds and incense.
In the twilight of life and death
the shadows dance and the whispers
of those who left echo through the night.
In this sacred moment
the living honor the dead
with altars decorated in vibrant tones
candles flickering like souls in the wind.
To be taken away on a night like that
is to be embraced by the unknown
feel the cold kiss of mortality
and the tender touch of eternity.
A journey into the heart of darkness
where love and death are inseparable
and the soul finds its true reflection.
In the silence of the tomb there is a beauty
a stillness that speaks of forgotten dreams
and the eternal dance of life and death.
The moon casts its pale light
over the tombstones
and the spirits rise to join the living
in a macabre ballet of shadows and light.
There's romance in this last breath
a surrender to the inevitable
and a union with infinity.
In the arms of death there is peace
release of burdens
of human flesh
and return to the essence of being.
That night the borders blur
and the soul is free to roam
to explore the depths of the unknown
and to find solace
in the embrace of the eternal.
There's nothing like being killed
for being run over on Dia de los Muertos
when you ran after the dog
where the end will be just a beginning
and the darkness will be filled
with the light of love.
Written by PAR
(PAULO ACACIO RAMOS)
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Beautiful poem, thank you for sharing PAR..