Dia de la Muerte


Moon set over calles del muertes
Todo es negro azul
pera el luna, luz oro grande
voy abajo casas de phantasmas
Este mundo tomar el luz
Espirites bista como cominar su camino
Moon sinks below houses of the dead
over ancient corriders
in a neighborhood of dreamtime dimensions
and everything comes to life



The season turns its face again
to the mysteries of night
Dia de la Muerte once again passes
Citadels stand everywhere
aglow with undying light
In basement rooms
deep in earth’s womb
On broken streets of twilight days
lined tall along wind swept avenues
amid fossil mansions
and rustic bellowing trees
Offerings of prayer
for the dead and the living
Temples lighted by
the love of all souls

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About Unsungpoet

Life-long poet, numerologist, author of other previously unpublished works.
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8 Responses to Dia de la Muerte

  1. Ben Naga says:

    SANTA MUERTE OF BLESSED MEMORY

    Each moment
    Endures somewhere
    As if alive yet and

    Should we pause to
    Make connection
    Comes alive again

    In this moment
    Death an act
    Of attitude

  2. Lindy Lee says:

    Please allow me to sing the praises of the self-named “Unsung Poet”…

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