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





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


that they wanted

some day

to march again

like the


that they finally did



Today many laughed and

waved in pride enjoying

a parade without so

heavy a commercial


compared to the years

where many waved



lamenting the slide



mourning that it had

all but



No Goya

No Jet Blue

No Pepsi or

Coca Cola

No Knorr

No Yankees

No Sprint or



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




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


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


for they deserve

as we here do

to have

the ability to chart

a vision toward

a better




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


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










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






May 20, 2017

Sometimes Good To Look Back

Filed under: Poetry, Uncategorized — migueltio @ 11:18 am

I see bridges burning

over the horizon a fog-like

smoke already building

making vision an entity

of difficulty some saw coming

but others denied.


History was always a teaching

of lessons to make us

better like practicing our

writing of every cursive letter,

we were supposed to learn

from the past from every

war from every scandal we

were supposed to improve with

age like a fine

sharp cheddar.


There are too many for whom

history’s lessons have become

to old whose souls have

been demonically sold leaving

real people and their lives in

the cold casting upon that

fine cheddar a protruding

green mold causing dedication

to fall way from the

fold while the purveyors of

commercialism and terrorism

snicker over their new lost

city of fool’s gold raising a

cloud of fear and doubt

so that no truths be told

taking the high road by

which they can further

withhold what was once

a genuine article of

courageous direction







May 14, 2017

Twenty Three Years Celebrated Today

Filed under: Poetry, Uncategorized — Tags: — migueltio @ 3:29 pm


Twenty-three years ago


a guy and a gal


woke up early


in separate parts


of town.




Twenty-three years ago, and


two hours later they


were sitting at breakfast he


with her brother, she


among friends.




Two hours later after


that both were waiting


at Sacred Heart for the twelfth


stroke of Noon to cue the


wedding part.




Two more hours later


two loves now spouses


celebrating the day among family


and friends on the fourteenth


of May.










May 5, 2017

About Cinco

Filed under: Dinner, Poetry, Uncategorized — migueltio @ 5:02 pm


What about

Cinco De Mayo?

What about


What if Mexico

had not won?

What if Mexico

had not defeated

France? What if a

literal army of peasants

had not taken a passionate

persevering stance shutting

down Napoleon The Third’s

military advance?


What more about France

that country we see with eyes

of adventurous romance?

Could a young America have

been its next conquest if

a victory over Mexico would

have afforded such a chance?


The vision was perfect

had it all gone as planned

first defeat Mexico then

advance across

The Rio Grande

join up with Jefferson

Davis to walk with The

Confederates hand in hand

defeating Sherman and Grant

thus forcing Lincoln to surrender

every acre of Yankee land then

eventually turning on Jackson

and Lee forcing Dixie’s armies

to run for the southern coastal

sand thus promoting to England

and Spain a new dominant

French imperial brand.


Could that all really have

happened? Yes, the chance is

distinctively so had it not been for

The Battle of Puebla and a

May Fifth Victory for Mexico.


May 3, 2017

Can We Learn Again?

Filed under: Poetry, Uncategorized — migueltio @ 8:18 pm

We used to think that one color over another color

was superior.

We used to think that other colors to our color

were inferior.


Time was when another color

had to sit in the back,

had to pick up the slack,

had to drink from the fountain

with the great big crack.


After some time passed

it seemed we came to

our senses we seemed like

had stopped the racial

offenses, tearing down our

highly segregated

barbed wire fences.


The lessons we seemed to have learned

after many neighborhoods were burned

made it seem as if we had turned

away from the hatred that had perpetually churned.


Now in these times many seem re-divided

as what they portray and what they say,

come out of mouths two sided,



and religious differences

seem to have once again


hopefully in time,

once again,

lessons will be learned so that before too many

new fires have destructively burned,

this new wave of hate,

causing many


to demonstrate,

will have peacefully subsided.

April 19, 2017

Overwhelming The Landscape

Filed under: Poetry, Uncategorized — migueltio @ 6:51 pm

There they stand






a chain whose

useless presence

is cast over

real people

good people

in a dark




ever towering


one after another

miles down the track

involving neighbors

near their homes

not cutting their

properties any slack

like defiant walls

one after another

from Port Leyden

to Lyons Falls

towering over their

homes blocking

out their views

all they have been

told is a shallow


that other supposed “storage”

on unused track near an

unused station is happening

elsewhere all over the nation

no doubt I am sure just

frivolous patronizing misinformation

dismissing other states on tracks

in the open and middle of nowhere

while here in the middle and

edge of towns they bring a

metal ugliness one cannot

compare they do not belong

they should not be there!

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


than nature’s season

of snow

we cannot let them freeze

our children’s futures

from the right and means

to learn and grow.




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