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October 11, 2017

Bizcocho de Parcha ~ Passion Fruit Cake

Filed under: Dessert, Food, Video, Video Event — migueltio @ 10:24 am

Migueltio The North Country Latino makes a delicious Passion Fruit Cake with Passion Fruit Cream and Passion Fruit Curd fillings!!

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October 10, 2017

Live The Beauty!

Filed under: Poetry — migueltio @ 6:34 pm

A Bard Owl on a starry but dark

night sounds like pure

natural delight while

a fire is busily crackling bringing

forth the textures that show

in each layer the beauty

of creation.

 

So many wonders of

the world we live in are

right before our eyes

yet there are many toxic

energies casting an ominous

toxic disguise over many

weak, twisted, misguided

eyes sucking the stars

out of those beautiful

night skies.

 

Those twisted tight by toxic

infestation try to take

issue with every social

relation constructing

road blocks and dead

ends cutting off their

families, relatives,

coworkers, and

friends.

 

Toxic sees nothing beautiful

toxic sees nothing practical

toxic sees nothing meaningful

except they, themselves

in their own moment

their own priority

their own obsessions

with their own possessions.

 

Why does toxic want

to bring down why do

they want to bring down

the whole town every day

there is something beautiful

but they do not want to

see it there is a chance to be

beautiful but they do not want

to be it there is a chance to

let go of an issue but they

do not want to free it.

 

Those who can see the beauty

keep seeing

those who can be beautiful

keep being

you cannot let the toxins

blind you from the light

and turn the giving of

yourself into a senseless

stressful fight twisting and

turning your positive sight

with a ruthless, rabid,

venomous bite.

 

Shine the light

build toxin resistance

meet every day’s challenges

with an open minded

insistence that beauty

can be found through

daily persistence to

block out toxins with

open hearted resistance.

 

~Miguel

 

October 1, 2017

Levantaras Borinquen

Filed under: Poetry, Uncategorized — migueltio @ 10:11 pm

Borinquen

tu belleza regresara

tu gente perseveraran.

 

Borinquen

tu energia remendara

tus recursos reavivaran.

 

Tu deseo es fuerte

no ha recibido su muerte.

 

Tu destino es en tus manos

con el espiritu sano de tus hermanos.

 

No seras subvendido

con mal publicidad.

 

No seras sin los recursos

de tu tranquilidad.

 

Borinquen

cantaras

arribaras

brillaras

otra vez.

 

~Miguel

September 30, 2017

They Were Honorable Too

Filed under: Poetry — migueltio @ 9:29 am

A story now to be

told a story for years

left out in the

cold a story now over forty years

old it is time to tell it break

it out of the mold.

 

The Viet Minh

The Viet Cong

the bureaucrats

against them estimated

wrong singing to their

men an old and outdated

war song having no idea how

to really lead the troops along.

 

Hanoi

Saigon

rice paddies

fields

huts

constantly

fired upon.

 

Puppet government

in the south

shooting off his

puppet mouth

persecution in

the name of being

strong constantly

blaming The Viet Cong

even calling

The Americans wrong.

 

JFK to

LBJ

the fighting would

not go away more

men more men

still more would

be sent in on each

new day more and

more would make it

better is all the

bureaucrats would say.

 

The Cong could

fight The South

could not every

move by American

Troops left them

In a bad spot

ambushed before they

could barely get off

a shot The Cong could

move through a terrain

that The Americans

could not but American

Soldiers gave all they got

following orders on the

dot yet still the request

was made for more men

so they sent more men

these men barely men

still boys who just

last week were home

just finished with

the years of playing

with toys

were now watching

napalm

fall as fierce as

the A bomb.

 

M-16s were jamming

short sighted strategies

by the bureaucrats

we’re damming

the brave and the

scared who were given

the order to flush

out The Cong and drive

them back across

the northern border

resulting that The Cong

was determined not

to fight without crushing

as many soldiers as they

could making those surviving

feel as if they were caught

in a giant toilet

constantly flushing.

 

The bureaucrats thought that

every taking

of every swamp

of every forest

of every hill

no matter how many

brave soldiers The Cong

would kill might delight

those surviving with some

victorious kind of thrill

who instead were left

feeling their efforts

were all for nil.

 

Every seeming victory had

a great bottom-line cost

a cost on both sides

of more and more

senseless lives lost as

if lives were decided by

only coins being tossed.

 

Sides became so unclear

as to who was on The

Cong, who supported

Saigon, who was just

a citizen, who just

changed the side they

were on, not trusting

The American presence

as the war pressed on.

 

Talks in Paris and

Tricky Dicky

southern black

markets and disease

added more mistrust

so messy

so sticky

enemies stayed so

close by so that no

one knew who killed

who and many would

never really know

why.

 

The war fought there

became a war fought

here and many gripped

by anger and fear

that the bureaucracy

would never be

sincere by getting the

talks and negotiations

in gear the louder they

shouted all fell first on

one then another

president’s stubborn

deaf ear many would

shout many would

jeer to get the

solders out despite

no victory seeming

near.

 

Much violence

much anger

some testified

of atrocities of

Viet citizens who

died some uncovered

information that

showed past

administrations had

lied veterans fought

harder at home

to make sure their

efforts were dignified

they were treated

only with contempt

no matter how well

they organized no

matter how hard they

tried.

 

They tried

just all the soldiers

tried while sadly

the bureaucrats in

charge of them

only lied throwing

them into a long

war where way too

many over there and

even back here

senselessly died.

 

Those who died

on this side

let them all

be remembered

with honor

at The Wall.

 

Those who did survive

let their honor

and bravery

always remain

alive.

~Miguel

September 13, 2017

Tomorrow Is In Our Hands Today

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

What are we doing?

What are we not doing?

What are our younger

and future generations

going to really and truly

learn to do because

we who once did see

things through became

dependent on someone or

something else that could

just as well do it too.

 

We have learned to simply

press buttons and simply

look at screens to simply

get what we want

learn what we want

create what we want

even alter information

if it is not

what we want

simply by a gadget’s

ways and means.

 

Now we do not even

go to the

store we now

shop online more

and more if we have

to actually go somewhere

we want an Uber driver or

self-driving car to

get us there.

 

So much of what we now

have and so much of what

we now do were originally

developed as aids for those

who could not get out and

do so as more and

more of us who can

get out and about seeing

every day through

we must ask ourselves

when guiding our

younger generations

“Are we enabling them to learn,

and are we being true?”

 

~Miguel

 

September 9, 2017

Intense Times

Filed under: Poetry — migueltio @ 9:33 am

Winds are blowing.

Near futures not knowing.

 

Grounds are shaking.

Many lives the disaster taking.

 

Western fires burning.

Walls of flames constantly churning.

 

Many people fleeing.

Safer locations they hope to be seeing.

 

Island living destroyed.

Aid workers soon to be deployed.

 

Prices of gas and necessities rising.

Gauging, while illegal, is sadly not surprising.

 

Many searching for loved ones buried in rubble,

hoping to rescue them safely from trouble.

 

Many others passionately praying

that God will listen to what they are saying.

 

Hearts are opening and hands are giving

to aid those in need of the basics for living.

 

That those who need help

will rightfully receive it!!

 

That those who can tend to someone’s pain

will relieve it!!

 

~Miguel

August 31, 2017

Inspired Through Tragedy

Filed under: Poetry — migueltio @ 10:03 pm

The waters are rising

in more places.

 

There are more heartbreaking stories

more sad faces.

 

With each new day

new tragic cases.

 

Many searching for the missing

hoping to find clues or traces.

 

Many rising in the shelters

joined in songs of God’s Graces.

 

Many forgetting about differences

in faiths, philosophies, or races.

 

Many forgetting about the past’s

conflicts, arguments, or disgraces.

 

May their inspiration

increase in size

as the flooding

does deplete and

demise

continuing

the good relations

the smiles

and the embraces.

 

~Miguel

August 29, 2017

Summer’s Closing

Filed under: Poetry — migueltio @ 7:38 am

The pool water

no longer fresh and fun

now rancid and colder

used and so much older

no longer a relaxing

relief

from the hotter

earlier

summer sun.

The pool water

no longer joyful

to the eyes

now forgotten

now rejected

in the aging

ending

summer skies.

 

~Miguel

August 24, 2017

Violence Eclipsed

Filed under: Poetry, Uncategorized — migueltio @ 8:51 pm

The light followed

by the brief lack of light

 

The two hours of darkness

we followed in a coast to coast trail

 

That trail of darkness

we all watched together

 

That darkness

became our inspirational light

 

That darkness

showed us the way

 

That darkness brought us

together in the middle of a day

 

The eclipsing of winners and losers

of backgrounds and races

 

The eclipsing of opposition

as we all lifted our faces

 

looking instead to the beauty of

God’s daily graces

 

we united as one in the

blocking of the sun

 

despite the differences in

our ideological and geographical places.

 

~Miguel

 

 

August 16, 2017

Hate Has No Place

Filed under: Poetry — migueltio @ 12:19 pm

We are

living in a nation

whose overall creation

was of free speech

for all not imperial

domination.

 

A war was fought

against a confederation

lead by those who denounced

their slaves’ liberation

hoping to stamp out Lincoln’s

efforts toward

union preservation.

 

We have since seen

a generation that

further fought for equalization

achieving of note

the right to vote

and the overthrow

of unlawful Jim Crow

through righteous legislation.

 

In more recent years

we have seen the rise of

more recent fears do to

failed mediation

that has brought about

reasonable doubt

and erosion of

our equal foundation

as if bigotry and hate

are to be served a plate

and equality is up to

ambiguous interpretation

forcing those fighting

for righteousness to

settle for senseless

negotiation.

 

Keep your eyes on the prize

not settling for mindless

compromise!

 

~Miguel

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