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All Saints' Day Prayer to Santa Muerte
Santa Muerte in brown this All Saints Day
This day during the feast of all saints of God
Remind us of sacred beings this day
Never deny them of the honors we had
With your Incense we invite those sacred beings
Through the sweet smell of this smoke offering
This day of God's sacred blessings
As Holy Death is a sacred happening.
Amen.
-11/05/2017
(Dumarao)
*Occasional Prayers to Santa Muerte
I celebrate all saints this summer's end,
Who help ward off evil ghost that contend...
Against peace, such BLUE wearer
In guise costumes like sharer
Who feels impact; their sacrilege ascend.
Happy Halloween Day!
How lovely is the dwelling place
Where saints and blessed ones rest in grace
Peace, joy and love overflowing
While we on earth here are groaning
Each one wearing a crown of glory
For vices conquered, each one has a story
Their faces shining, resplendently glowing
With angels guiding us in our following
Their fervent prayers sprinkled with incense
Reaching the Holy Throne in our defense
Their earthly sacrifice and pains endured
Our souls we surrender to them to cure
Blessed ones we honor thee on this day
Shining lights of heaven carve out our way
Soon may our paths be entwined in one
As the world we shun and upwards run
Dia De Los Santos
On all Saints Day I’m impressed to see
Old Ford’s, cherry bombs and Chevy’s
In support of Dia De Los Santos
Together peacefully ever so tighter
Meet the Generation X Lowrider
God always must trust
have faith in Him and believe
Son returns again
My Horn Haiku for All Sainta Day.
Last night no pyre the land was; no tamarisk tree wood that’s
No wooden forest there was where cold night was silky silent
Inside of pumpkins there’re lightening the insightful candles
Left souls there were waiting for welcome with praying hauls
Souls they are now; forefathers’ souls now in holy existence
All changes into saints souls as we believe in spiritual trance
Let all saints come; let all come through our love as gratitude
Without chain of good ancestry none can show noble attitude
No need the dark night and drink wine on deceased souls to hail
Day and night; sun and moon; nature is our peaceful existing bail
No mask I need to wear before my hereditary prodigious souls
Don’t think I to serve in greetings only vegetable for me and all
So, eat, drink and be merry on wishing and praying day for saints
Let’s celebrate the day with sacred solemnity to get saintly taints
© Mahtab Bangalee
Chattogram
01/11/2022
No more labeled by one's admission
Once a man's earthly life ends in
The place waiting for some negotiation
The creator there accepts All Saints
No one would be rejected in the end
No matter the stay by willing or causal
His mercy still grant a chance for retreat
All saints will then be free back to their kin
I reckon death should name a one-way trip
Departure has to be in the east or west horizon
As sun-rise wakens eyes to look and propagate
While sun-set asks the others back to sing
There was a scary witch from McTeer
Who said she would skip Halloween this year
The world was scared aplenty
From this year twenty twenty
And that they'd probably run out of fear
10-7-20
Syllables :10-10-7-7-10
Contest: Halloween Inspired Limerick
Sponsor : Tania Kitchin
I see you have eaten my All Saints food
And destroyed my celebrating mood
We were to acknowledge all the dead
I may add you to that list instead
We were to bless the dead and martyrs
And now I have no food for starters
Then since you ate it all in a rave
I will go quickly and start your grave
While I dig just sit here and ponder
How it feels for your soul to wander
For I will return into the night
And take you there before daylight
Think of candy that belonged to me
And then how the dead could have felt free
You must follow these Saints in their way
I will see you then on All Saints Day
10-15-19
Contest:If I Were Your Brother
Sponsor:Bobby May
Perhaps, as time goes by, I will achieve
my wishes, three of them, to be precise.
Since we have met on chilly All Saints' Eve,
my first one is a heart as cold as ice.
The second is a fire in my loins
as burning as the thirst I cannot slake.
Die, fire! I don't want to toss the coins,
the words, the hints, the meanings. The mistake
we've made is love I'm falling in. Alas,
I'm falling in but I'm not fallen yet.
By-by, I'll see you later, a seichas
prishla pora zakanchivat sonet*.
My third wish is as warm as friendly kiss.
Please, do not take this poetry amiss.
*(rus.) and now it's time to finish the sonnet.
18.04.2019
Misty shadowed hosts
ghastly wisps of fortunes past
moonlight from the dead...
Halloween Senryu Contest
Sponsored by Laura Loo
10/10/2017
Walking down to cemetery
with their pretty chrysanthemums,
the people talk their way to graves.
They hang out, if they want, all day.
With their pretty chrysanthemums,
they do make a pleasant picture -
one for Selfies if they have brought
cell phones up to cemetery.
The people talk their way to graves,
but they don't have to be sad words.
A jolly time - convivial -
cemetery jaunt, if you will.
They hang out, if they want, all day,
and headstones will be polished clear.
Lovely backdrop for the flowers!
(My small survey of All Saints' Day.)
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10/13/2015
Contest - Shall We Retourne
Sponsor - Debbie Guzzi
A win
Dancing near the fire of the candles burning
She finds the eyes of the Lord looking in her
Angels all surround the heavenly glowing
Where the lamb and the champion as one confer
They all sing and bless her soul within her heart
Wishing that she will never go and depart
Heaven erupts with joy at her simple glance
All the saints lure her to come in the entrance
Russell Sivey
Today’s feast is All Saints day.
Do you have any friends there
With whom you’d like to pray?
Ask them to say one for you.
They will, you know.
They always do.
They know where we’re at .
They’ve been there too.
They’d love to give us a hand
And guide our way through.
Today’s feast is All Saints Day.
Got one batting for you?
Acolytes light the candles
As the pastor reads each name
For newly dead or new baptized,
The candle size the same.
I know some faces watching
Are glistening with tears.
For newly born or just departed,
There's a span of a hundred years.
The youngest saint with a lit candle
Has a life just now begun.
The eldest in the longer line
Died with years one hundred one.
There are lights for lives beginning,
The innocents just come aboard
And lights for friends and loved ones
We've relinquished to the Lord.
We look fondly at each other,
These loved friends we hold so dear.
We can't know who's name will be there
When the list is read next year.
By: Joyce Johnson
I am the worst judge of my own poetry so I just took a stab at it.
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