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National Poetry Month Poem A Day Challenge. The following (or series) of images are prompts for you to create your own poems. Today is #Day 12 Here is (are) today’s image(s). Please share your poem(s) on the comment section or share a link at the same place. Thank you for taking up El Razafotografista’s poetry prompt challenge.

Prompt: You enter the twilight zone and see the the signal on the train track, warped. Tell what happened to the sign.

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National Poetry Month Poem A Day Challenge. The following (or series) of images are prompts for you to create your own poems. Today is #Day 11. Here is (are) today’s image(s). Please share your poem(s) on the comment section or share a link at the same place. Thank you for taking up El Razafotografista’s poetry prompt challenge.

Prompt: You find the code to these Mesoamerican hyroglyphs, what do they say?

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Four way crossing at Boneyard Road.

Please share your poem on the comments or share a link where you published your poem.

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Pow Wow
(c) Angelo J. Sandoval
       4-28-13

The beat of the drum
sounds on the streets
of Burque
Indiginous people gather
drum groups create the heart beat
a heart beat
a resilient heart beat
that has continued to beat
though times of
oppression
suppression
genocide attempts
with diseased blankets
cut of feet
trail of tears
battles in Santa Fe
Wonded Knee
reclaiming Alcatraz Island

Today, descendents
of warrior ancestors
gather and dance
colourful regalia
powerful feathers
the sound of chimes
together as one

The heart beat of
Turtle Island
strong as
drum groups
created prayer songs
as dancers offered
prayes with movement
ancestors of these land
honored by descendents,
of enduring Nations

Please keep in mind that Native American Dance is a prayer. I respectful ask that the images in this post not be downloaded for any purpose. Lets remember to respect the sacredness of the dancers prayers.

National Poetry Month poem 17/30. Keeping up with the poem a day challenge.

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April Freeze

(c) Angelo J Sandoval
4-17-2013

Mid April snow showers
es el dicho
Snow blankets my field
flowering fruit trees
have a white blanket
over them
color flowers
exposed to freezing temperatures
the hope of a fruitful harvest
freezes away tonight
pinkpurplewhite flowers
changing turning
brown
symbol of freezen
fruit flowers
who will not survive
early Spring
late winter
snow blanket freeze.
hopeless harvest
in the fall.
April showers won’t bring
May fruit flowers.

Welcome all Poets and Writers to the blog of El Razafotografista. I have a challenge for you. In the spirit of National Poetry Month I have shared five images with a phrase as a combination poetry prompt. My challenge to you all is to utilizing the images and word prompts together or independent of eachother and create some great poetry.

The purpose of this challenge is to create bookmarks using the image and a poem.

Requirements for the contest:
¤Poems must a max of 25 words
¤ Leave your poem with your name and title as a comment on the blog.
¤Send me an email with your name to jolo132000@yahoo.com (to contact winners)
¤You can submit one poem per image, no more then five poems per person

Between May 1st and May 5th I will select one poem per image to create a bookmark. The winners will each receive 5 bookmarks with your poem. Bookmarks will also be available for sell, a set of 5 for $7.00 plus shipping fees. Images of the Bookmarks will be available for viewing on my Facebook Page, Compana de Esperanza Fotography.

If you have any questions regarding the contest please feel free to email me at jolo132000@yahoo.com. Happy writing and lets create some awesome poetry.

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small town ingenuity

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painted nature

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skull on the mountain

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smiling death

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darkened clouds

All images are Property of Campana de Esperanza Fotography and El Razafotografista (aka Angelo J Sandoval).

The image on this post was created by Johnny Baca owner at tattoo artist of Johnny’s Placa Tattoo. My Tio had asked Johnny to paint an image of Nuestra Señora de Guadalupe on his casket. Johnny honored my Tio’s request. This is the image created by Johnny. The poem is a tribute Johnny’s last tribute to my Tio.

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Last Request

04-02-2013
(c) Angelo J. Sandoval

The mid night oil burned
the smell of burning wood
the image of La Guadalupana
coming to life.

en lotra banda de Cordova
smoke from wood burning
filled the air
Johnny’s Placa Tattoo Shop
and artist
burning the mid night oil.

Honoring last request
a request
an image of La Virgen
gracing her presence
on a casket lid

Old customs, traditions
young honoring elder’s
last wishes.
Community comes together
like old times.
Cordova, land of poco tiempo
where ancient customs
come to life unexpectedly

wood burning
image making
artist honoring
soul departing
coffin last resting bed
all come together
as we say farewell
to a humble
loving
caring
father
grandfather
uncle
brother
neighbor
friend

The following is an image of a rainbow that appeared on April 3, 2013. The sun was out, a few clouds in the air. I walked out to the portal and saw this beautiful sight on the south eastern corner of my property. This happened two days after my Tio Onivas’s funeral.

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El Arco Iris Toco el Río

(c) Angelo J. Sandoval
04-05-2013

I saw a rainbow
el otro dia
one end of the rainbow
touching down
en el Rio Quemado
el sol brillante
shining beautifully
nuves de lluva y sol
con cielos azules
at dusk the beauty
of the setting sun
illuminando los cerros Cordoveses.

Just days after my Tio was
laid to rest
lluva, acro iris, sol y nuves
a sign that my Tio
was on his jornada a su
(casa eterna,
la casa celestial)
la eterna morada
su casa verdadera.

As God sent his promise
to never flood the world
in form of a rainbow,
mi Tio sent his llena
of a beautiful journey
un jornada llena de alegria.

The waters of el Rio Quemado
the life source of Cordova
our summer playground
the starting point of my Tio’s journey.

El arco iris brillante
dando illuminesa
al camino que al cielo llaga,
the Soul of my Tio on his last
hike from the rio of his childhood
to the morada celestial
to enjoy the gifts from God
that await my Tio,
a man who loved all creation.