migueltio

October 20, 2014

An Orisha Honored

Filed under: Poetry — Tags: , , , , , , — migueltio @ 8:42 pm

An ebony goddess
of beauty never seen
she is African
Caribbean
a Nubian Queen.

She the essence of
her father
she the essence of
her mother
in heart she is
our sister
in heart we are
her brother
in heart we are
one in her
as a fire
like no other
with her
the world does
turn
with her
our bellies
burn
as we long to be
near her
we love her
not fear her
she sings out
we can hear her
as she moves
we can mirror
all the light
she projects
what she adores
she protects
what is foreign
she respects
what is hostile
she rejects.

She is precious
she is priceless
with her presence
we are warmly
acquainted
with her blessings
we are joyfully
painted.

~Miguel

October 13, 2014

Make it ALL Good!

Filed under: Poetry — migueltio @ 3:25 pm

You have to have
a good second half
your second half
must be as good
as your first half
your second half
can be even better
than your first half
but if your first half
is a good half
and you blow it
in your second half
then you have only
finished half
only put half
of the time in
only gotten half
of the work done
only completed half
of the journey
whenever
and however
you start it
a good first half
can easily come
apart if
you do not make
the second half
of all you have
completed
solid and
positive
so your task
is not defeated
making you feel
as if you never
completed.

Have a strong
second half
so your first
is not cheated.

~Miguel

October 1, 2014

Beware The Furies

Filed under: Poetry — migueltio @ 7:29 pm

Every Fall
before you
know
the furies
furiously
begin
to blow
colder
stronger
winds begin
to bite
as the stresses
of our lives
begin to
put up a bigger
fight.

Going away are
the warmer
more relaxed
bright Summer days
as the oncoming
furies
blow
in more
stressful ways.

Let the annual
“colder”
make you
wiser
make you
bolder
not befall upon your
nerves
like a burden on your
shoulder.

Do not let the
stresses of
everyday’s worries
get blown out
of proportion
as time ceaselessly
hurries
we can quickly become
careless
blocking our own
awareness
in the “darker”
in the “colder”
of The Furies.

~Miguel

September 25, 2014

El Cantante Art!

Filed under: Art — migueltio @ 11:11 pm

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My Hector Lavoe wood cut!

September 19, 2014

Love The Skin You Are In

Filed under: Poetry — migueltio @ 4:25 pm

Some people work out
to get totally bulked
some people work out
to get totally slim
sometimes one just
never knows which
will result
but when all gets going
the most beautiful part
is to get the body
flowing
getting the body
moving
getting the body
grooving
it is so beautiful
to feel a tug
of bodily movement
never felt
where it was felt
with any strength before.

Keeping the body
beautiful
means keeping up the
motion
movement is beauty
when done with
will and devotion
the body is ageless
when rejecting the
notion
that time is an
enemy like
zero pdf lotion.

Keep working out
how you will
be it lifting
be it dancing
be it running
or groovy prancing
let your self
cry out for more
let yourself
stretch
to reduce being
sore.

Let the body move
so that you sweat
straight from the heart
the more you move
and work it hard
you create
body art.

~Miguel

September 16, 2014

Charting The Course

Filed under: Poetry — migueltio @ 11:26 am

An unknown direction
on a day rising
with renewed energy
renewed vitality
so much potential.

Taking that direction
of mind over matter
with retooled perception
toward revitalized perfection.

Taking that direction
promotes deeper reflection
searching the soul
avoiding the role
of misguided rejection.

Keep the direction
going
keep the mind
knowing
keep the energy
flowing
keep achievement
showing.

~Miguel

September 4, 2014

Changes Beginning

Filed under: Poetry — migueltio @ 8:26 am

The leaves are
looking
bored.
They look tired
of being
green.
The sounds that
inspire them
those young birds
who remind them
it is time to be green
again
have all faded away.

I have seen geese
in v formation
flying
Halloween candy
multiplying
on the shelves
of stores who
once never sold it
until mid September
not many minds
still remember
when August
was not about
summer being “over”
and not about colors
of late October.

Warm days are
trying
ever desperate
to hold on
to be present
as darker
evenings
invade the hours
setting the sun
earlier
moving each morning
closer
to colder moments coming
soon.
~Miguel

September 1, 2014

5K in Paradise

Filed under: Poetry — migueltio @ 11:36 am

Rising early
the breeze is calm
the sky a little grey
but it is dry
rain-less
just right to run
not humid
not cold.

The loons are beckoning
as I run by their
lake
the scent of pinewood
enters as I breathe
having filled the air
from fires the night
before.

The lake water calm
as I run its perimeter
a fishing boat
goes out gently
quietly
hoping for a morning
catch like those men on
early Saturday television.

Hearing the loons again
joined by morning
ducks
along my path
a frog joins me but
does not stay long
his pace not keeping
up to challenge my
race.

Sweating over half way there
I would remove my shirt but
morning strollers coming at
me
might think I was a bear seeing
the thickness of my chest
and belly hair but behind me they
would not because my back is bare.

Back at camp my finish
line
having finished a 5K run
so fine
so free
not having to pay
this beautiful lake
a thirty dollar fee.

~Miguel

August 27, 2014

How Do We Find Happiness?

Filed under: Poetry — migueltio @ 3:31 pm

We do so many
wonderful things
in life from
day to day.

Just rising up
each morning casts
a new light past
yesterday.

Whatever our life
amounts to
we generally do
what we like.

But no matter the
lights that shine
we can still have
demons inside.

Somewhere within us
our demons reside
threatening our lights
eroding our pride.

How can we channel
that darkness that
lives and occasionally
shows its face?

Every little detail
every little moment
every little wish
every little prayer
ALL are lights
of happiness
of which we MUST
always be aware.

We must find a way
to keep light way up
high and darkness
way down there.

~Miguel

August 25, 2014

Come August

Filed under: Poetry — migueltio @ 11:15 pm

Fire under a
still night
a clear night
of only one
cloud of only two
stars.

A night of early
August not as
humid and overwhelming
as the nights of
June or of
July when heat brought
about sudden storms.

Flames now rising
in the pit before
me like an orange
rose broad and full
accompanied by the
beautiful song of sustained
cricket hum.

More stars begin
to join the full
moon above that
shines like nature’s
light bulb guiding
me in thought, inspiration,
and inner summer peace.

~Miguel

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