migueltio

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

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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

 

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 3, 2017

La Ciudad

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

When visiting a city

do so with respect.

 

In a city of which you do not reside

you are the guest of those who do.

 

A city is a living place of living people

and has been for many years.

 

Buildings were built for its citizens

to live and to function.

 

Every structure was not built with the satisfaction

to be everybody’s convenient tourist attraction.

 

Every stairway in every building may not be easiest to everyone

but everyday people who climb those stairs know how to get their daily task done.

 

Streets and transportation have

helped residents commute to every necessary location.

 

Things happen in a city as part of everyday life

as there are amazing happenings on some days and some of struggle and strife.

 

~Miguel

 

 

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 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

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