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DIA DE LOS MUERTOS
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.
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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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.
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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Regardless-I’m There
“My home girl called me today saying pray for me
Because balloons of cocaine erupted in her pussy,
“Crying about being stupid and should not have taken the flight
And the doctor’s saying she might not survive the night,
“I told her she was a motherfuckin ass fool
Being someone’s international pack mule,
“The only thing she should’ve been packing was clothes or dick
And if she make it-bitch you need to quit,
“I told her I was on my way, because she will always be my friend
And if shit turns tragic-I will be there with her in the end,
“I decided not to call her mom, she can burn in hell
The trifling ass bitch abandoned her when she was twelve,
“Ten years later I’ve been her protector and provider
This failure on my part set my soul on fire,
“I know it was her choice and a personal responsibility
But the shit was like stage four cancer eating inside of me,
“The last time I saw her the situation ended real ugly
Because I found out she lied about her pregnancy,
“Not only to me, but also the baby daddy
And when she got an abortion his ass was not happy,
“In a cold-blooded way I told her to slow her ass down
The response I got was fuck you CS and her leaving town,
“That harsh memory was several years ago
As I pulled up in the hospital parking lot real slow,
“Arriving at her room she was half-sleep watching TV
And instantly start crying when she noticed me,
“Her first words was ‘I’m sorry’ as I kissed her on the forehead
While she scooted over so I could sit on the side of the bed,
“For hours we talked, cussed and joked-having a good old time
Until our stomachs hurt from laughter and we both were crying,
“Then looking into her eyes I watched them lose that shine
As the silence was penetrated by the sound of her EKG flatline”.
Because balloons of cocaine erupted in her pussy,
“Crying about being stupid and should not have taken the flight
And the doctor’s saying she might not survive the night,
“I told her she was a motherfuckin ass fool
Being someone’s international pack mule,
“The only thing she should’ve been packing was clothes or dick
And if she make it-bitch you need to quit,
“I told her I was on my way, because she will always be my friend
And if shit turns tragic-I will be there with her in the end,
“I decided not to call her mom, she can burn in hell
The trifling ass bitch abandoned her when she was twelve,
“Ten years later I’ve been her protector and provider
This failure on my part set my soul on fire,
“I know it was her choice and a personal responsibility
But the shit was like stage four cancer eating inside of me,
“The last time I saw her the situation ended real ugly
Because I found out she lied about her pregnancy,
“Not only to me, but also the baby daddy
And when she got an abortion his ass was not happy,
“In a cold-blooded way I told her to slow her ass down
The response I got was fuck you CS and her leaving town,
“That harsh memory was several years ago
As I pulled up in the hospital parking lot real slow,
“Arriving at her room she was half-sleep watching TV
And instantly start crying when she noticed me,
“Her first words was ‘I’m sorry’ as I kissed her on the forehead
While she scooted over so I could sit on the side of the bed,
“For hours we talked, cussed and joked-having a good old time
Until our stomachs hurt from laughter and we both were crying,
“Then looking into her eyes I watched them lose that shine
As the silence was penetrated by the sound of her EKG flatline”.
Written by CasketSharpe
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I'm so deeply sorry for your loss of your dear friend, Casketsharpe. It's not easy losing anyone so close. The good thing is you were there with her and stayed with her until her last minute. You are what she will remember and take with her. Sometimes the best memories are the very last ones towards the end. That is something to always value and just remember things happen for a reason and I'm sure she is resting better. She suffered alot and now she is free of the pain she felt. And you were her best consolement and medicine she received. You are a true friend and making her smile is the greatest gesture you shared with her. She left in peace and she felt safe with you and that's what truly matters. Thank you for sharing and participating.
"Comrades"
In foreign sands, where borders fade
We found a bond that war had made
An American heart, a Cossack’s past
Our lives entwined, our fates held fast
Through fire and smoke, we rode as one
War fighters bound beneath the sun
We spoke in tones both rough and low
Of distant homes, of tales we’d know
He’d laugh at me, us comrades strange
Our lives so different, yet unchanged
In desert nights, our fears laid bare
We shared in dreams, in fires we’d bear
But one dark dawn, the silence fell
His voice now gone—a tolling knell
A brother lost, yet close in heart
Borscht lovin' soul I won’t depart
In every step, his shadow’s near
Through every trial, I feel him here
Though war took all that blood could give
In memory’s bond, he’ll always live
In foreign sands, where borders fade
We found a bond that war had made
An American heart, a Cossack’s past
Our lives entwined, our fates held fast
Through fire and smoke, we rode as one
War fighters bound beneath the sun
We spoke in tones both rough and low
Of distant homes, of tales we’d know
He’d laugh at me, us comrades strange
Our lives so different, yet unchanged
In desert nights, our fears laid bare
We shared in dreams, in fires we’d bear
But one dark dawn, the silence fell
His voice now gone—a tolling knell
A brother lost, yet close in heart
Borscht lovin' soul I won’t depart
In every step, his shadow’s near
Through every trial, I feel him here
Though war took all that blood could give
In memory’s bond, he’ll always live
The Modelos are Nice and Cold
My pops always seemed to be the life of the party
A strong booming voice that could fill the room
He had a hardy laugh like it was the funniest thing
And he could drink hard like he was in a saloon
And when the cumbias came on the speakers
He’d hit the floor and dance like nobody’s business
He’d have fun because he loved the ambiance
From birthdays and picnics all the way to Christmas
At the stadium we would sit and drink in the stands
He’d tell me stories when he used to play the game
There was a sense of mystery and nostalgia in his eyes
As if he had missed the opportunity to chase fame
My dad worked hard but he played even harder
And went to his grave swearing his love never grew old
So, on this Día de Los Muertos when honor our dead
I keep the Modelos on ice ‘cause he liked ‘em nice and cold
Written by wallyroo92
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