June 6, 2020

Hope In Pause

Filed under: Poetry, Uncategorized — migueltio @ 3:55 pm

Day in and day out we

moved everywhere

everyday we went

where we wanted we

were transported in

every way as we

came and as we

went we had full

control we had the

full say whereas then

came the new dawn of

a new and different more

isolated day with much of

life living in a different

directed way we are more

planted in one or two or

just a few places to go.


We are attempting to

keep the hope of being

safe and sound establishing

about us a more solid

ground everyday our roots

are stronger in the soil

of our homes where we daily

plant our daily seeds tending

to the soils or our daily and

weekly needs of our living

foundation where we awaken

to execute our daily preparation

where we now work

where we now achieve

where we try to hold on to

hope for the near future

and for the longer run with

each new day with each

rising sun that there will be

the ability of a healthier


next generation.


September 22, 2022

The Eagle Flies Free

Filed under: Poetry — migueltio @ 9:02 pm

The eagle having soared to

it’s brand new perch with

an older owl nesting close

by the eagle and the older

owl flew through each day’s

passing sky sometimes

closer sometimes 

further never forcing the

other to wing erratically too

high never leading the

other to wasted fields or

stagnant creeks once of

bountiful beauty that

became so empty so

arid and dry.

The owl eventually withdrew

it’s nest still as strong as the

sharpened point of a brand

new arrow now occupied by

a younger seemingly more

dignified potentially more

unified brand new sparrow.

The eagle and the sparrow 

seemed to fly together til

a period erupted of stormier

weather the sparrow’s 

visions of flight taking on

a much narrower mind

constantly looking for it’s 

own pies in the skies while

leaving the wisdom and

honor of the great eagle

steadying it’s course 

behind as it flew ever

faster more arrogant

more self-centered

generally narrow-minded

and unkind.

The great eagle

it’s eyes

it’s mind

on all its generations

of fearless risks

and soaring flights

through stressful trials

and successful creations

will continue on to spread

it’s wings to inspire any 

who see the value of

it’s heartfelt




September 18, 2022

Su Pasion

Filed under: Poetry — migueltio @ 9:01 pm

Ella camina a traves

de la noche

vuela con la

dulzura de un cisne

que se desliza cruzando

del lago busca por su

amante tienen que

compartir toda la pasion

que pueden sonar con

todas las fantasias

que pueden imaginar.

Ella se da el primer

beso se lo regresa

caliente y profundo

as su boca y hoyuelo

hacen amor al primer

a la mesa entonces

al suelo.


September 9, 2022

Rights Broken

Filed under: Poetry — migueltio @ 11:42 pm

Since when did the

concept of human

rights become

actions that are

up to no good

why do we no longer

care for one another

as we should becoming

so judgemental not only

based on another’s 

physical but also 

another’s political


Why has it become so

kewl to think it is

our right to be socially

cruel we preach but 

then we do not practice

The Golden Rule only

using its principle as a



moronic tool.

It has become our right 

to be inconsiderate our

right to be oppressive our

right to steal as we have

become gargantuanly

greedy but when we are

on the side of want we

put up a superficial of

community pride so 

over dramatic so overtly

obsessive and so self

righteously super


Our right to be


our right to be


our right to


as easy as a

happy infant eats its

favorite spoon of 


our right to


our right to 

put down

our right to

spread toxic


all over town

our right to

throw daggers

our right to

throw darts

our right to 

break and then

toss the glass

that severs others’


The rights of




the rights to

work together

to create

something better

where did they all


they were not the 

rights that would

hide on the side

they were what 

we upheld they 

were the whole


the rights 

to support

to raise up

to love

those were

the rights

it seemed

we mostly

used to know.


I looooooove Yellow Watermelon!!

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Diced Chicken, Carrots, Cashews, Raisins, and Guac on a bed of Farmer’s Market Lettuce

August 1, 2022

Living Free?

Filed under: Poetry — Tags: — migueltio @ 2:01 pm

Do we now have a

new norm that every

community event has

the threat of masses

fleeing in a swarm

being randomly


by someone’s mindless


Are we living in 

a reality of all the

movies and video

games every made

where everyday life

includes masses of

mankind being daily


We want our freedoms

we do not want to be

regulated in any way 

but once upon a time

those freedoms did

not include the constant

random attacks on the

many at any event or 

any place an any given



 is what we say but in 

getting ARs or adaptors 

off the streets many 

shout NO WAY when 

more security is brought

up many in charge 

interject NOT TODAY

leaving school principals

local mayors and other

community leaders with

jaws dropped and no

words to say as we

hear on the news of

yet another melee 

why is this how

freedom is lived



Now what was once

thought in big cities

has found its way

to plague small towns

random shootings

and carjackings

why do all of these

scenes have to be 

how freedom looks

and why does 

gunfire have to be

how freedom



July 19, 2022

Senseless Fighting

Filed under: Poetry — migueltio @ 2:08 pm

Angry is how

I feel so angry 

toward so many of 

my fellow mankind

as all so many do

is argue and condemn

each other not treating

one another with the

respect of a civilized

sister or brother.

Everybody acts as

if their opinion 

is the “supreme god

given authority” 

and they attack 

all who do not

 agree thinking

everyone else is a

mindless member of

a majorly misguided


We have fallen into

a civil war of words

of family member

against another no

matter father, mother,

sister, or brother

longtime friend

against friend bringing

that friendship to an

end some people 

attack who do not even

know each other they

just happen to each

know one person who

has an opinion so they

use that mutual friend as

an excuse to establish 

their offensive dominion.

I have my own thoughts

and my own ideas but

sometimes I choose not

to share because I am

tired of seeing someone

who agrees with me get

suddenly verbally attacked

by someone else

totally and


out of 



July 12, 2022

Shrimp 🍤 Boil, Fish Fry, She Crab 🦀 🍜 Soup, Veggies, and Corn Bread!!

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June 23, 2022

3 New Poems

Filed under: Poetry — migueltio @ 11:08 pm

Hello all. Back in the spring I wrote 3 poems which I never got the chance to type out and share. My surgery compacted with Covid not long after my recovery) slowed me down, and then after that, things just got crazy and I had no time. Finally I do.

The first one “Spring Tired” is about recovering from my surgery and then getting Covid later that month. The second one is my sorrow over what happened in Buffalo and then the third with what happened not long after Buffalo, in Uvalde.

Here they are.

“Spring Tired”

The sun rises

every morning

in Spring to

a new brightness

to a new promise

to a new hope

of a new day.

For two weeks my

rains have not stopped

falling my winds have

not stopped blowing

causing many obstacles

that have kept my

dreams stalling and

diversions that have

kept my inspirations


I am trying to be

inspired I am trying

to live up to being

that person whom

everyone around me

has mentally


and emotionally


I am trying to live up

to every standard that

has been required

but as I go on

every circle of the

sun seems to drain

me making me

more mentally


and emotionally


So many

have been where

I recently was

we all want the

quick fix we all

want to be hot wired

despite the toll of

all that has transpired

despite the sudden

down fall like a gun

that misfired.


“For Buffalo”

For you I cry

my tears along

with all the others

though I am far

away your citizens

are still my sisters

and brothers

I always loved you

and I still do

The Kensington

The Scajaquada



Summer Jazz at

The Albright and

Niagara Square

various parts of

Elmwood became

my weekend


fabulous nights

at Shea’s

The Tralf

The Aud

going to St. Louis

Church to give

praise to God

fabulous summers

when nights take

forever to get dark

enjoying Tito Puente

Maynard Ferguson

Ben E. King with

fireworks on the

stage at LaSalle


So far away today

but not so far

is my heart

for you and

all you are

undergoing while

so many are

reaching out and

genuinely showing

that they really do

care God Bless all

of The East Side

God Bless that

whole population

of The Queen City’s

African American

pride God Bless

all the families of

those who senselessly

died please God can

we stop this sad sick

demented pattern of

racial and cultural



“Sadness Repeated”

Again we shed

multiple tears

having been told

that someone

once again has

fanned the flames

that fire up our


Why can civilians

have military guns

they have no


it makes no


they shoot off

round after round

with no idea or

care for the personal

sorrowful tragic

expense causing us

again to say we have

lost more beautiful

young souls

and their young


What is it

that has made

young people

so desensitized

to the destruction

of lives that their

actions have

underscored and

emphasized the

kind of guns that

of once we were

frightened seem to

make them more

inspired and

enlightened to fulfill

their thrills or settle

their scores because

they think only

missiles and bombs

are used to fight

today’s real wars

to them those guns

are the master and

they have become

their whores they

do not fear anything

not even a virus that

could potentially kill us

not wanting anyone

to vaccinate or

pill us the do not

fear that it could make

you lose your mind

or control of your

breath even worse than

the next who’s been

fryin’ up the meth

so it is no surprise

that in their eyes

massive kills for

thrills are no big

shock as many

were more shocked

when Will slapped


What can we do to

save our next

generations our

leaders no matter

the side of the aisle

have to come to better

negotiations and stop

these raging politics

that it’s “my or the

highway” or our whole

nationwide could

potentially die away

nothing is wrong

with learning the ways

of the guns of respect

the kinds that

have been in the

family hunting

cabinets for years

they just need to

take away the access

to the military-like

ones that have

caused all these

senseless losses of

lives bathed in

blood and tears.


1Shannon Foster Larson

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