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February 26, 2017

Scenes from The Dominican Independence Day Fiesta in Utica, NY


February 14, 2017

Chicken In Sweet Wine Sauce

Filed under: Comida, Dinner, Food, Video, Video Event, Wine — Tags: , , , , , , , , , , — migueltio @ 8:50 pm

Migueltio The North County Latino makes the Boricua recipe Pollo En Vino Dulce or Chicken In Wine Sauce “A La Criolla”

 

 

 

February 12, 2017

In Winter

Filed under: Poetry, Uncategorized — Tags: , — migueltio @ 8:21 am

Winter winds

and snows rage

as the grey days linger on.

 

Snow gives way to

ice not so nice

on the roads or nearby trails.

 

Branches fall under

the icy weight causing

damage to trees, wires, and homes.

 

Why is winter so icy so

cold so icy so bitter putting

us on a vice grip hold.

 

So much too about the life

we have known seems to have

frozen our skins clear to the bone.

 

They expect our children

to attend schools

while they have no intention

of supplying the tools

instead spending out on

their chartered jewels

to lead they appoint

educational fools

who have no conception of

the necessary rules

thinking children’s brains

are only shadowed remains

that float aimlessly

like stagnant pools.

 

We are at an intellectual winter

much colder

icier

than nature’s season

of snow

we cannot let them freeze

our children’s futures

from the right and means

to learn and grow.

 

~Miguel

 

January 26, 2017

Weight Of The Wood

Filed under: Poetry — migueltio @ 8:07 pm

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Living with the wood

strong

tall

resilient wood on the

beautiful native White

Pines dotting the yard

my yard and the

neighbors yard almost all

like fields behind my house.

 

The tall pines around us

some Spruce others Scotch

not as tall as the White Pines

native to our land others were

imported so they adjusted

they may be tall but to

the Whites they are small.

 

The wood so beautiful and stout

stands guard over nature offering

a home for birds, squirrels, and a

café filled with feed for deer,

ground hogs and others in or

among its needle-toned branches.

 

The branches filled with green

and the pinecones that add

such a beautiful scene

stretch out to touch the heavens

except for when their biggest

fears are realized

on the days when falling

ice has materialized

they are weighted down

like the chains on the

slave-rowers of Ancient

Rome leaning hard

creating havoc for every

creature calling each branch

their apartment home

they have to vacate like

The Barrio or Bronx

in the old days

but instead of a landlord’s

arsonist fires

they are at the

mercy of Nature’s ways.

 

Under the ice

under the weight

so down

so hard

the wood does fall

crumbling to the

ground like The Berlin Wall

leaving room for new

branches to one day

grow

one day shine

one day show

the world their natural beauty.

 

~Miguel

January 25, 2017

Chicken Adobo

Filed under: Comida, Dinner, Food, Video, Video Event — migueltio @ 7:22 pm

 

Migueltio The North Country Latino makes an awesomely easy stovetop recipe!!

January 18, 2017

Oscar Free!

Filed under: Poetry — migueltio @ 10:39 pm

A man now free

free to go his way

free to shine his

light to all who

see his freedom as

a brand new glorious

day he is free at the

eleventh hour of Barack’s

last days of political

power his freedom causing

a perpetual shower of

tears flowing free

through his island maybe

someday his Boricua nation

maybe someday his

efforts will benefit a

future generation never

was he a terrorist to any

U.S. administration

he is free

una palabra

no es bastante

he is free

estamos celebrando

y cantante

he is free

ahora gritamos

hecha pa’lante!

~Miguel

 

January 2, 2017

Dysfunctional Politics

Filed under: Poetry, Uncategorized — migueltio @ 9:57 pm

 

Do not get me started

on how retarded

our electoral process

has become

it elected a man

who has a plan

that unless you are

rich you are nothing

more than living on the

street like some pusher

scum or if you have

a home but do not

qualify to be among

all under his golden

dome then you must

be residing in the

slimiest slum trying to

make it day to day while

he keeps you under his

political thumb you ask

how did we ever elect

this over-spoiled bum who

promises to make America

greater than the entire sum

of how many missals he and

Putin can gather up

into their supposed

treaty laced with vodka and

rum as they calculate how

long until we all

succumb to their said social

vision that the best is really

yet to come.

 

~Miguel

December 31, 2016

Migueltio’s 6th Anniversary Show!!

Filed under: Comida, Video, Video Event — migueltio @ 11:18 pm

 

In this episode I’ve made a Spanish Fig and Almond Cake that goes great with Iberico Cheese (or any other).

 

December 21, 2016

Beauty Everlasting

Filed under: Poetry — migueltio @ 9:25 pm

A Latina she is

a beautiful Latina

a real beautiful

Latina every morning

needs not to be

phony air brushed

she is what they

all want to be

the Latinas in

every entertainment

based industry

her smile, her eyes

her hair, her skin

so much love and

light projects from

her heart and

soul within

so much about her

is natural perfection

from her shoulders

and her neck

to her cinnamon

complexion all the

singers, models, and

stars can only pine

for her reflection as

they wish that their

own beauty  could even

hint of her

direction complete with

a heart and mind so

talented and so

kind what she brings

to the table leaves

other Latinas behind

when she smiles  she

projects a greater loving

light than the sum of

the sun by day and

all the stars and moon

by night.

 

~Miguel

December 11, 2016

Natural Wonder

Filed under: Poetry — migueltio @ 1:58 pm

A stationary song

is sung on the mountain side

hedging toward the

ridge below while one

solitary rose rises above the rocky

terrain making the surface

world a lisp of light more

beautiful than at one time

ago and some time to come

when thorns, thistles, and

empty stems sprinkled over

the ground underfoot not

giving a blaze to the

trail to be traveled but

instead an obstruction to

the fate pleading to be

realized with the peaceful realm

of the beautiful song, that stationary

song adorning the mountains

with a glory rising above to

the skies and dotting each

cloud with a realization that

the release of every drop of

its precipitation is a beautifying

cleanse to all mankind.

 

~Miguel

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