migueltio

July 24, 2017

In The Now

Filed under: Poetry, Uncategorized — migueltio @ 7:53 pm

Days become weeks

weeks become months

which become years

with each that pass

we awaken

we function

we go out and

achieve

or at least we try

some days we cheer

we laugh

some days we break

down we cry

no matter what happened

the times move on

causing us to ask

through a great

revelation on

a God given day

where did the time go

how did we get here

how did we pass by what

always seemed like a

way off tomorrow?

 

Why are we mourning

the now as if life

is suddenly an event

filled sorrow pining

for a past that never

existed as if time

now gone is for us

here and now to borrow?

 

We need to live

today we need to

love today as if

every day is ours

to say “I am going to

give and I am going

to live my best

for every remaining

God given day.”

 

~Miguel

July 11, 2017

Back Of The Class

Filed under: Poetry, Uncategorized — migueltio @ 10:16 pm

No one likes

to sit in the

front everyone wants

to see but not be seen in

the front not in

a class not at

a presentation not at

a lecture not at

a meeting not at

church maybe at

a sports game maybe at

a theatre depending on

how much one has to

stretch their neck.

 

Many are almost

threatened by the

front being up by who

or what is being presented

as if they, by all those possibly

behind them will be

resented.

 

The many who enter

first clamor quickly

to the middle or even

quicker to the back

leaving the front

to the late

to the last

as if sitting up

front is the lowest

untouchable caste.

 

~Miguel

July 7, 2017

Early Summer On Limekiln

Filed under: Poetry, Uncategorized — migueltio @ 5:45 pm

A June afternoon

a cloud filled sky

sun shining high

canoes and kayaks

paddling by the

beach uncrowded

not yet July.

 

The beautiful pines

the maple trees

tall and pristine

with vibrant needles

and broadened leaves

full of life

glorious green.

 

A lake of blue

of current so gentle

helping to spiritually

renew and settle down

issues so dramatic so

mental waters so

calm not over run

by crowds

from a popular hotel

or vacation rental.

 

A beautiful day

a beautiful breeze

a beautiful mountain

covered by trees

a beautiful family

having fun

basking in the

light of the beautiful

summer sun.

 

~Miguel

 

 

 

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July 2, 2017

What Beauty Can Do

Filed under: Poetry, Uncategorized — migueltio @ 4:54 pm

The beauty of every

blossom on every

flower the beauty

of every song and

all its words

the beauty of every

hillside kissed

by the noontime sun

the beauty of light

shining from the moon

on a cloudless night

the beauty of the scent

of the finest wine and

the sweetest honey the

beauty of the rain washing

down feeding the soil

moistening the leaves of

the trees cleansing the body

whose heart is filled with

joy from every drop that

falls upon the skin caressed

by the sun which shines

from her eyes filling

the belly with a fire

that produces chills

and shivers down the

back and tickles in the

ribs her beauty brings

about an inspiration of

love that can be seen in

everything and

everyone with whom

she comes in contact.

 

~Miguel

 

 

June 24, 2017

My NYC Trip 2017

Filed under: Comida, Music, Video Event — Tags: , — migueltio @ 5:13 pm

Migueltio The North Country Latino visits NYC. This time he stops at Moore St. Market in Brooklyn, San German Music and Jose Albino Music, also in Brooklyn, as well as Despana Foods in SoHo.

 

June 20, 2017

Stop Erasing The True Colors

Filed under: Art, Food, Music, Poetry — migueltio @ 10:56 pm

DSC03528Can you see?

Can you see

me?

Do you see

do you see

me do you

see the real

me part of

me all of me?

I am here

in front of

your face do

I strike fear

into your happy

place I have a

face I have a

voice If you will

not see or hear

me that is your

ignorant choice.

I have a real

mind a real

heart a real

soul I am of

real color with

real joy to

extoll.

 

Every day you

pass me by

you have a

chance to see

my eyes instead

you opt to keep

your eyes on your

prize your little

device like artificial

eyes in disguise full

of artificial love

that only spreads

real lies as you

return to your

senseless

soulless

colorless

glass shoebox

that makes you

feel entitled to

rise higher than

the realities that

are found below

the skies.

 

People sleeping on

the floor on the

ground while you

have your earbuds

to drown out the

sound of the

many hard workers

around you whose

futures have drowned

while you pay homage

only to your royal

self whom you feel

entitled to have

crowned.

 

The links of the

chain of chains

is choking the

urban vibe into

a suburban pain

while chains

themselves are

struggling and

closing more and

more the cities get

a hosing down defacing

with more chains

popping giving indy

business and

neighborhood character

a mindless replacing.

 

The expression and

character of the

theatre the

musicals the

plays even

Broadway The

Great White Way

who is to say they

are immune every

overture every

entr’acte every

TONY winning

tune who’s to

say that some

day all those

theatres couldn’t

get shown the way

being chased to The

Jersey Burbs in a really

big hurry with a

senseless vision of

“A Musical Mall” or

a village of theatres

like Branson

Missouri?

 

Walk with me

dance with me

hear my music

see my art

read my poetry

eat my food

learn my language

wear my clothes

choosing just one

one of those

would give you a

true and proactive

start toward

experiencing what life

in New York or other

cities could be you

need to come down

to earth this planet

of your birth and

visualize and

realize and

rationalize so that

maybe we can

rematerialize what lives

in New York and

other cities should

be.

 

~Miguel

June 19, 2017

When The Fall Is Taken

Filed under: Poetry, Uncategorized — migueltio @ 10:31 pm

Where and when

does life begin

to end in its

significance in

its enjoyment

is it measured

only by triumph

is it significant

only by employment?

 

When do the steps

you walk begin

to end after years

down the long

sidewalk with a friend

or through the barren

woods all in the name

of the goods

whose dependency

you cannot defend

whose walls blocking

a happiness that

you cannot pretend?

 

When and how do they

start those sounds

of those noises

who turn against

your forward progress

with deceptive

degrading voices

that suddenly force

you to make near

deadly choices?

 

When and why does one

stop flying their flag

of glory when and why

does one alter their

heart and soul story

trading in their fun

ride down a waterslide

for a plummet into

a boulder laden

quarry?

~Miguel

 

 

June 12, 2017

Every Step Mattered


Every Step Mattered

 

Many marched today

they marched today in

a way that in the past

they could only

say

that they wanted

some day

to march again

like the

way

that they finally did

today.

 

Today many laughed and

waved in pride enjoying

a parade without so

heavy a commercial

side

compared to the years

where many waved

but

cried

lamenting the slide

in

pride

mourning that it had

all but

died.

 

No Goya

No Jet Blue

No Pepsi or

Coca Cola

No Knorr

No Yankees

No Sprint or

Motorola.

 

For a while many were angry

that big companies had

rejected but many forgot

that the lifeblood of

this event runs deeper

than the corporates themselves

had ever

suspected.

 

 

Unlike the recent past

the corporate choke

hold this year was

a goner, and thanks

to those negative

corporate choices,

they could march again

for the art

for the poetry

for the music

for the words

for the deeds

for the voices,

for the culture

for the dignity

for the awareness

for the honor!

 

La Isla itself

needs so much help

today

let us hope

let us act

let us give

let us pray

that in some way

those there can

have a better say

so that this annual

march is not a mere

display of a place

whose future is

constantly on

delay

for they deserve

as we here do

to have

the ability to chart

a vision toward

a better

day!

 

-Miguel

May 30, 2017

For Greater Good


Nature sometimes

needs technology

and technology

is beautiful when

it helps nature

endure and prosper.

 

When the right minds

get together

and learn how much better

a plant can be tended

to and harvested for

greater good for greater

survival

that is one example of when

technology too

is beautiful.

 

Things are not so beautiful

when mass plantings for

mass production cause

mass sickness and mass

destruction all in the name

of a marketed label that

serves an empty future

to a household table.

 

Let machines and gadgets

evolve but let the products

of nature do the same in

ways that add to a greater

natural good

not a tasteless

hidden

shame.

 

~Miguel

 

 

 

 

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Truly Talented

Filed under: Poetry, Uncategorized — Tags: , , , , , — migueltio @ 7:35 pm

She stepped on that stage

at an early age

ever flying high like

a dove having burst

from its cage.

 

Each year

each song

each style

she worked hard

never letting

a new challenge

deal her a

losing card.

 

If the rain clouds followed

her after a hard day

when she arrived at

the studio they were chased

right away each step she

rehearsed was like

a bright sun ray.

 

There was always a

natural light

to her presence

to her flair

that gave off a

commanding essence

that many others

could not compare

even in her younger days

she made a statement

she was there.

 

She was blest

she was the star

she was most

talented by far

no matter where

life takes her by

truck or by car

she will always float

high like a butterfly

just released from its

jar.

 

-Migueltio

 

 

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