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December 16, 2017

My Winter Wonderland!

Filed under: Photography — migueltio @ 11:06 pm

 

Most of this came just last night!¬† No worries for a White Christmas this year. ūüôā

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December 10, 2017

Chocolate Pumpkin Cookies

Filed under: Comida, Dessert, Food, Uncategorized, Video, Video Event — migueltio @ 2:16 pm

Migueltio The North Country Latino makes Chocolate Pumpkin Cookies for the holiday baking season.

Gettin’ our Christmas on!

Filed under: Photography, Uncategorized — migueltio @ 12:01 pm

December 7, 2017

The Massage

Filed under: Poetry — migueltio @ 9:24 pm

Making the appointment

she takes him in

she looks at him

he begins to blush

off with his shirt

he feels the rush

caressing his shoulders

he feels the chills

she strips him down

he is wrapped

in a towel starting to

shiver he feels the

thrills.

 

She takes him to the table

she lays him down

taking him in her arms

wrapping him snug in her

hold she begins to rub

his belly now on fire

his chest full of goosebumps

as if it was cold.

 

Slow and long he breathes

in her scent of mango

of coconut of cacao of

cane her hair gliding

over his neck like a tingling

shower of perfect rain.

 

She is the performer

and he is her instrument

she glides her fingers

over his ribs like a

joyful harp she strums

the many hairs upon

his chest like a beautiful

guitar she fingers around

his belly like tickling the ivories

of a baby grand from within

him a glorious melody is

building up from the depths

of his soul keeping with the

tempo of his heart he wants

to open his throat and

sing out his joy

like a high

Mariah Carey

note.

 

She leans over behind him

holding him closer

rubbing him deeper

she possesses him he is

thoroughly consumed

by her total being the feel

of her skin so brown so olive

so cinnamon so caramel so

licorice the scent of her so

sugar cane so coconut

so mango so Boricua

so Dominicana so Cubana

so Mejicana so Colombiana

so Bahia so Venezolana

so Italiana so Espana

so Haitian so Indian

so Africana.

 

~Miguel

November 26, 2017

Small Business Everyday

Filed under: Poetry, Uncategorized — migueltio @ 10:15 pm

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El Barrio Music Center

Shopping along the

neighborhood street used to

have and active vibe

a soulful pulse

a spitfire beat that

used to keep them coming

steady on their feet

every business making

competition feel the heat

publicity and advertising

inspiring and energizing

not shy or discreet

bringing in the business

like a newly landed fleet.

 

It used to be

USED TO BE

I say

shopping along

the neighborhood street

now seemingly covered

over by a blank paged

sheet stifling the vibe

muffling the beat

increasing the number

of landlords who cheat

forcing the deals with

their tenants to go

sour after at first

sounding sweet

every store the same

maybe just a different

name making shopping

such a shame a mindless

careless misguided game.

 

May the unique SURVIVE

and the vibe REVIVE

may shopping for

quality

and

personality

keep breathing

and

stay

ALIVE!!

 

~Miguel

November 23, 2017

Happy Thanksgiving!!

Filed under: Uncategorized — migueltio @ 6:17 am

Happy Thanksgiving to all of you!! You are all in my heart!!

November 18, 2017

Loss

Filed under: Poetry, Uncategorized — migueltio @ 7:12 pm

Walking down a path

on a grey desolate day when

no one seems to be around to

embrace no one around to

socialize no one to witness

the sadness in the eyes

looking at the moments

at the memories at the

shadows flashing that will

not abort no matter how hard

the psyche of the mind tries.

 

Shadows of who was once there

in a time of greater

affection of what materialized

as greater care shadows of the

many we once walked with

we once talked with

of whose happiness

we tried to share of whose

sadness we tried to bare.

 

We look at a tree

so stark so bare its leaves

now gone not long since they

were there they day they fell

we may or may not be

aware their absence pricking

with pangs of despair from

not knowing when, how

why, or where.

 

So many strangers inflicting

so many dangers so many

sad and tragic life changers

so much duress so much

hatred that can only

sadden and depress amid

the denial that there

should be a stress on

the treatment of the many

with mental illness.

 

Further down the

path a sharp cold wind

sends shivers to the spine

distress to the heart

and tears flooding the

body and soul executing

a longing for the time

never returning.

 

~Miguel

November 3, 2017

Her Destiny Unknown

Filed under: Poetry, Uncategorized — migueltio @ 4:17 pm

She had it all

the dreams

the styles

the dead presidents

the jewels

she knew the ins

the outs

she knew the business

she knew the rules

she could manipulate

the loyal

she could isolate

the fools.

 

She could move

she could groove

she could shake it

to the beat

she could foresee

each step she

had to take

to make it down

the street.

 

But the streets are

never a smooth paved

walk never a straight

focused groove

talk that you can

draw your point A

to a perfect point B

with summer sidewalk

chalk.

 

(She knew that)

people around you

screw up people around

you shoot people around

you blow up

people around you

leaving you to never

know when time will

really be up.

 

 

 

(She knew)

you have to focus

you have to work it

you cannot disguise for the

watching eyes

by trying to shamelessly

flaunt it or

twirk it.

 

She knew it

she could see

it she knew many

who totally blew

it she did not want

to just smell success

she really wanted

to be it she really

wanted to follow

it but with all that

got messed up

along the way she

did not know if she

could swallow it.

 

~Miguel

October 29, 2017

Complementos Por Belleza

Filed under: Poetry, Uncategorized — migueltio @ 10:04 pm

El dijo a ella que ella es bonita.                                                                                                        El dijo a ella que es Hermosa.                                                                                                           El dijo a ella que es maravillosa                                                                                                      El dijo a ella que es preciosa.

El dijo a ella que se gusta su piel.                                                                                                        El dijo a ella que se gusta su pelo.                                                                                                      El dijo a ella que su escencia                                                                                                                es dulce a miel.

El dijo a ella que se gusta su cara                                                                                                        Se gusta sus cejas y sus ojos                                                                                                               Se gusta su sonrisa                                                                                                                                y sus labios deliciosos.

Se gusta sus carrillos calientes                                                                                                            Se gusta su cuello                                                                                                                                    Se gusta sus amoplatos                                                                                                                        Se gusta sus hoyuelos

El quiere dar a ella muchos besos bellos.                                                                                       El dijo a ella que el quiere dar a ella un masaje y adorer sus pies.                                        Quiere dar muchas cosquillas a sus musculos,                                                                            su barriguita, y costillas.

El dijo a ella que se gusta su ropa                                                                                                        y todos los estillos que ella se pone.                                                                                              Ella es bonita en articulos de cuero,                                                                                              vestidos, y todos sus trajes de bano a la playa.                                                                             Ella es bonita en todas las joyas                                                                                                      que hacen su belleza florecer como una maya.

~Miguel

October 24, 2017

Autumn Time Moves On

Filed under: Poetry, Uncategorized — migueltio @ 7:47 pm

DSC03756Down a trail once covered

in the blossoms of a warm July

he walks to admire the new

stark present as petals and

leaves now cover his path leaving

only the bare of time moved on.

 

A dark mud leads up to

the pond he spent days having

fished for hours grasping at

the shades above as now the weeds

below have prevailed and the chills

in the air limit the past time.

 

Stopping by to admire the

pond he still sees a clear water

on a now unsettled day he still

sees a natural wonder even as

the pristine skies and glow of

summer sun have all gone away.

 

To many, things look very

pale as colors are gone

but those are only the bright

while the darker colors

from a grey by day to a

black as night still inspire

him to take a warm hearted

delight in the natural passing

of time.

 

~Miguel

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