migueltio

April 21, 2015

Star of Loisada


A long time
since you helped raise
Victor Vargas
a long time
since that trademark smile
weathered the advances
of Victor’s pana.

With the combined expression
of those eyes and that smile
your films have become my favorite style.

With that voice so mellow
at each character’s first “hello”
you bring out smiles from your co-stars
tan guapo y bello.

You’ve played
and you’ve paid
in these amazing Indie rolls
each caught in a dramatic
love-lost trance
as your once “un-known” name
began to climb
the ladder of fame
being crowned one year
as Queen of Sundance.

And now finally here you are
in a big film role
with a big-time co-stare
while the scene may put
you in such a familiar stride
of a story told
of The Lower East Side
no longer can Hollywood
run and hide
from your trademark smile
and your expressive style
that has become a
big-screen symbol
of true Boricua pride!

One day
Melonie
after a red-carpet walk
an Oscar will
no longer be
just speculation
and talk.

Viva Melonie Diaz!

~Migueltio

April 12, 2015

Faulty Numbers


Day after day
we are bombarded with numbers,
numbers in technology
numbers in chip memory
numbers of always
rising prices
of the cost of more
frivolous
brain draining
devices.

Are numbers all
there is to
thinking
should numbers be
the only juice our
minds should be drinking
are numbers the only
factor we should
be digesting
are numbers alone
what our hearts should
be investing?

SHOULD WE BELIEVE THAT
EVERY PERSON IS ONLY WORTH
A NUMBER???

Numbers cannot
FEEL
Numbers cannot
HEAL
Numbers cannot increase
someone’s loving
APPEAL
Numbers cannot
SMILE
Numbers cannot
LOVE
Number cannot take place of
what God gives from
ABOVE!

Numbers cannot
replace rain
with sunshine
Numbers cannot
make someone
sick feel
fine.

Numbers alone
cannot enhance
personal expression.
They should only be
A PART
of what we have in
real possession.

Numbers may solve
a problem on paper
numbers may answer
a question on
the smart board
but numbers alone
cannot represent,
Dear Lord,
WHO WE REALLY ARE
WHAT WE CAN REALLY DO,
THIS IS WHY OUR OFFICIALS
HAVE NOT A REAL CLUE
WHEN THEY SAY
WHAT THEY SAY
THEY ARE GOING TO DO
TAKING FUTURE HOPES
FROM THE MASSES WHO
WORK HARD FOR
BETTER TIMES
BUT MAY NEVER
SEE THEM THROUGH!!

~Miguel

April 9, 2015

Many Tides Ago


This shore
enjoyed
today
by many
as has been
done
for many
years
but long
before
these days
of fun
this shore
had seen
many
tears.

Many men
and women
stripped
many men
and women
whipped
many children’s
lives
flipped
many acres
of rice
clipped.

No man
no woman
or child darker
than I
is less worthy
to touch the
stars of the
sky
with voices
singing out
with joy from
the heart
instead living
only
to pull
Massa’s cart.

From this shore
and further north
to the Caribbean
and further south
let this song
sing from out my
mouth
that I would
give my labors
straight to my
grave
in relief
of any
who lived
a slave.

~Miguel

The sight of the former rice plantation at Brookgreen Gardens in South Carolina.

The sight of the former rice plantation at Brookgreen Gardens in South Carolina.

March 7, 2015

Let The Winter Melt!

Filed under: Poetry — Tags: , , , , , , , , — migueltio @ 1:34 pm

Days immersed
in a deflated
removed
isolated
abyss
days situated
so deflated
and motionless.

Days of winter
encasing so many
in driving snow
in inches of ice
days of winter
ceasing their motion
stranding them in weather
not very nice.

But as time
flies
the ice does
break
rising from this exile
a choice we
make
leaning toward
a new dawn
a chance we
take
emphasizing new realities
discarding what is
fake.

Our bodies
our minds
our spirit
our souls
no longer
infringed
by winter’s
degrading
tolls
we are lifted
to new warmth
to new spirit
high above
where we were
once grounded
down
now immersed
in light
and love.

~Miguel

February 3, 2015

Eclair Cake!!

Filed under: Dessert, Food, Video Event — Tags: , , , , , , — migueltio @ 8:10 am

Here is an eclair cake recipe my wife and daughter brought back from a Girl Scout Winter Cabin Getaway!!
It was yummmmm!!!

January 27, 2015

Keep It Real

Filed under: Poetry — Tags: , — migueltio @ 6:02 pm

Real Salsa
is a live band
winds by the chops
drums by the hand.
Real Salsa
es en clave
not some electric
cheapo-suave.
Real Salsa
needed singers
like Willie
like Hector
like Ismael.
Today its Marc
Victor
or Giovanni
to drag it back up
from where it fell.
When Hector died
Frankie died
and Charlie died
it hurt Salsa’s pride.
When Tito died
and Celia died
so did the great influence
of Salsa worldwide.
Ralphy Mercado
as much as
he tried
could not keep
its promotional side.
Real Salsa
is a sound of a band’s
true emersion
not just a pop song
redone in a 3-2 version.
Real Salsa
is more than movements
on Dancing With The Stars
or the DJs in the clubs
or the Ipads in the cars.
DJs do play the tunes
of the sounds each band
makes because spreading
the love is what it all
takes to get the dancers
moving so each
booty shakes
because Salsa
without true sound
like said in “Dance With Me”
watered down
is one of perceptions
biggest mistakes.
Real Salsa is Alive!
Keep it REAL!
~Miguel

January 22, 2015

Totally Tropical Cake

Filed under: Dessert, Food, Video Event — Tags: , , , — migueltio @ 8:11 pm

Here is my own twist on a tropical cake recipe. I made this video to celebrate La Casa Azul Bookstore in NYC and their recent winning of a Grant competition. Enjoy!!

January 21, 2015

Tropical Island Cake with Coconut Rum Frosting

Filed under: Uncategorized — migueltio @ 7:36 pm

migueltio:

I gotta make this!!

Originally posted on Crowded Earth Kitchen:

WIN_20150104_185855

Baking a Tropical Island Cake with Coconut Rum Frosting while singing along (badly) to an old Bob Marley CD is my little way of wrinkling my nose at Old Man Winter.  The wind and cold outside my kitchen window just don’t stand a chance against bananas and pineapple, coconut, rum, and reggae music!

WIN_20150104_104344Ingredients (Makes a 9×13 inch sheet cake)

1/2 cup softened butter

2 eggs

3 very ripe, mashed bananas

1 cup fresh, diced pineapple

WIN_20150104_1103001 cup sugar

2 1/2 cups flour

1 1/2 teaspoons baking powder

1 teaspoon baking soda

1/2 teaspoon salt

1/4 cup chopped nuts (I used pecans, but macadamia nuts would be fabulous, I think!)

WIN_20150104_111532Directions

Step 1) Grease and flour a 9×13 inch cake pan.

Step 2) In a large mixing bowl, cream together butter, eggs, mashed bananas, diced pineapple, and sugar. Stir in flour, baking powder, baking soda, salt, and chopped nuts.

WIN_20150104_115422Step…

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January 19, 2015

Words Affecting

Filed under: Poetry — Tags: , , , , , , , — migueltio @ 12:44 pm

Do we with
words
know what we’re doing?
Do we try to provoke
only thinking it
a joke
do we rave with a chip
high on our shoulder
expressing ourselves
not wiser nor older?
Do we aim our words
with a specific attack
copping an attitude
when others give flack
having no clue that
we should watch our
own back
thinking no problem
when we talk smack
showing our own
sorry yackety-yak
as the problem
for others to believe
as so whack?

Do we make believe
others cannot see
our own unwound
insecurity?
Is there some misguided
characteristic that we
hold over others
as some grand mastery?
Using words to destroy
others mercilessly
only confirms how
we think so frivolously.

Using voices
making choices
terrorists
defy us
as they decry us
stifling our freedom
afraid we will
defeat them
on the nightly
news its violence they
choose to fight no
matter whose story
is right with fires
in sight they battle
through the night
shining no pride
on their dawn’s
early light
attempting to stomp
out might for right
let freedom defeat
their fearsome plight.

~Miguel

January 16, 2015

Rescue

Filed under: Poetry — Tags: , , , , , , , — migueltio @ 9:04 pm

On a dark winter’s
night a truck with flashing
lights enters the driveway
of a house close to mine.

Not many lights
appear in the house
but the truck is ablaze
having arrived to rescue.

The snow falls gently
while the minutes drift by
as they bring out the man
who is needful of help.

The man now settled
in riding position
the ready driver turns the ignition
the siren begins its warning emission.

A relative follows
into the night
as the truck transports
the ill man’s plight.

The house left behind
one light in one window
keeping alive the hope
that loved ones will return.

~Miguel

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