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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 home
with relatives on these two days to spend time, it’s well known
Writing “calaveritas” which are short, humorous poems shared
With family and friends who show how much they cared
About a living person, how they died, then published to publicize
In magazines and newspapers, mostly celebrities and politicians to satirize
There is art that is added to the light-heartedness of the occasions
Skeletons drinking, dancing, and celebrating, depicted in humorous situations
Sugar skulls or calaveras made as edible or decorative skulls for the day
Another tradition, they are baked from either sugar called Alfeñiques or clay
It is custom to see sugar skull makeup on children, adults in array
to represent departed souls for Day of the Dead and All Souls Day
Just when you think memories die
They say your life flashes before your eyes
Silent nights
Scripts of peace in a new born life
Hunger in days
Taken back less for what poverty weighs
A couple visits to I-C-U
Now as a ghost I see you!
Pain inhabits reflection
My anger and aggression
Smiles and faces
Childs and different races
In my final poem
I lay it down a mercenary
Look to heaven with no commentary
Double jeopardy,
A sinner plagued with leprosy
Broken jewels in hands of an innocent man
It's going to be a little blood shed
For the faces that weren't fed
Walk as mortals on the Day of the dead
Even in God's hands there’s a little bloodshed
It's Monday
The day of the dead leaves and fresh flowers
The dry and wet hours
Like the other days
Of life and death
The desert and the lake
Thousands of the little ponds
The debris waiting for the mansion
Farmers stacking the hay
The trains that run every day
It's Monday
It's raining
As it rained last Friday too
The leaves whisper
With the caterpillars
The rivers playing football
The children of water
The toad is in laughter
The breezes leave rustles in the blades
The larks look on
The flood has robbed a family of life
The relatives weep
The rains stop a little and smile
The window down under my heart
Calls me
It was on a Monday too
Only yesterday as it were
Do you remember?
Your permanent shadow
Arrived on my canvas
The dream painting I am still doing
The rain got jealous
It came down on the shadows heavily
The time got flooded
As the water receded
A little plant raised its head
Got blended with my butter and bread
Moon-flower in the dream
The sunbeams woke me up
Whenever Monday is accompanied
By the rains
The pains of the window
Call me to you
With the windows holding the flowery hues
I look for the brushes
To pick the colour
For the shadows of the rustles
Slowly and softly
The gladioli
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February 21, 2018
Rainy Days And Mondays - Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Silent One
I’m driving home; it is November first.
I see above me sky so blue and clear.
With gratitude my heart is sure to burst,
and all around are things that I hold dear:
the mountains most majestic in my view
and with my window down, cool autumn breeze
I feel as I drive down the avenue
which leads me past a myriad bright trees
that illustrate my pretty city’s name.
Yes, “Pleasant Grove” so aptly fits this place,
which long ago was one big grove! My aim
today is to enjoy the fall’s sweet grace.
Day of the Dead it is, but well-alive
am I this day, and nature’s splendors thrive.
Nov. 2, 2019 written from remembering my yesterday's drive on Nov. 1
In Mexico there are no aliens with visas
If you listen carefully earthquakes whisper
A carriage lumbers along on 3 square wheels
With sounds known only to God in His infinite wisdom
Plump women sing volcanic tunes to platonic old men
Leathery faces trace their lineage back through time
Struggling through dirt streets to church
Pot holiness causes the donkey to sink inside
The happy mule pulls the cart while humming
Minstrel songs in burro languages of long ago
Knowing there is a carrot at the end of the road
Volcanic Ash Wednesdays come with a cross
Once a year cemeteries come alive in November
It must be the 1st. as the marigolds are fragrant
Freshly cut flowers with aromas arrive
Day of the Dead is a colorful occasion
Picnics are fun for those above the daisies
Dancing on graves gets crazy
Dia de Los Muertos
Day of the Dead
Originated by Aztecs
Celebrated in Mexico and Philippines
Aztecs called it Miccaihuitl
Catholics call it All Saints Day and All Souls Day
I call it Day of the Dead
Tribute to our ancestral souls
Honoring those in our family who have died
Keeping their memory alive
We celebrate with music, food and drink
festivals and parades
Women dress as La Catrina
Tall female skeleton who wears fancy dress
And a lavish hat
Originally derived to make fun of the rich
Sugar skulls and salt are placed on the ofrendas
Altars built to honor our loved ones
Marigold petals are there to guide spirits back home
Salt to purify the visiting souls
November 1st and 2nd
When spirits return home
To spend time with their families
Let’s show them a great time!
Q: When a woman is having a baby, what do you call the periods of time between labor contractions?
A: Pregnant pauses.
Q: What happens when a restaurant doesn't sell all of its "soup du jour"?
A: It goes on tomorrow's menu as "soup du yesterjour".
Q: What do you call a group of witches doing their own laundry?
A: A self-cleaning coven.
Q: What did the prostitute say to the sympathetic arresting female officer from Buenos Aires?
A: Don't cry for me, Sergeant Tina.
Q: What did the cannibal chief tell his people when they were defeated by another tribe?
A: If you can't eat 'em, join 'em.
Q: What did two gay knights tell King Arthur when he asked them if they were dating?
A: We''re not a couple, we're joust friends.
Q: What's the difference between a vase and a "vahze"?
A: The price.
Q: How can you tell if a politician is lying?
A: His lips are moving.
Q: How would Hollywood describe a remake of "Day of the Dead" set in old Tucson with a score and lyrics by Andrew Lloyd Webber?
A: A zombie western musical.
Q: What might be the motto of a cannibal police force?
A: "To dissect and serve".
Form:
Earth Worms
Rotted, eating flesh disease wound,
the day of the dead rises well before noon.
Open caskets, hatched maggots pour from their skin,
jaundiced eyes, yellow spines let the feeding begin
.
Alive but not breathing these hunters of men,
look at these monsters just drenched in sin!
Together, we must fight together or we'll never win,
Zombies these damn Zombies coming out of the earth again.
bmdavey@
02/19/16
Day Of The Dead
Do you celebrate the dead?
They are laid to rest.
For those who live in the spirit world.
Have you seen the painted skull girl?
A celebration of those we have lost.
They are not forgotten.
Let’s have a feast.
Lay roses at their feet.
Put on the music.
Drink into the sun set.
This is our tradition.
Raise a candle, they are listening.
One day, we will meet again.
Have fun until then.
Remember them always.
This is our holiday.
Welcome back the souls of their deceased.
A reunion in the night that is brief.
It’s almost Halloween.
The souls of loved ones are dancing.
We can’t see you, but you can see us.
Cover the graves with flowers, one day we will be one.
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 tame
now no need for shame
care who or what is to blame
life ends all the same
good, bad, rich, poor, or wiser
death, the great equalizer
don't feel bad for me
what I was, has been set free
beyond slights or fees
through eternity we schlep
in evolution's next step