migueltio

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

survival

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

hidden

shame.

 

~Miguel

 

 

 

 

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March 15, 2017

Love Cast Away

Filed under: Poetry — Tags: , , , , , — migueltio @ 9:34 pm

Her heart so melancholy

a sunless day her sky

of clouds a blatant

grey her heart so

dear has sailed this day

across the shoals of

Dungarvan.

 

A single tear now fallen

down from eyes so swollen

n’er to see her love now stolen

across the shoals of Dungarvan.

 

Where will her own future lie

will the shoulders return onto

which she can cry or

will her dreams of all

her tomorrows die

across the shoals of Dungarvan?

 

He sails as his passion as a shantyman

he was fashioned to the crew to which

he did resort and the captain to which

he did report as if the love from her arms

they did extort

across the shoals of Dungarvan.

 

Many long days without his laughter

in her ears.

Many long nights without his strength

to calm her fears.

Each day she must bare is a loss of

a thousand years

across the shoals of

Dungarvan.

 

~Migueltio

July 14, 2016

A Blessing Realized (Dedicated to my friend blogger at her page”Beautybeyondbones”)

Filed under: Poetry — Tags: , , , , , , , , , , — migueltio @ 10:42 pm

A life that keeps
on living
a gift  that keeps
on giving
a heart that keeps
on beating
a warmth that keeps
on heating.
A decision she made
to be here for keeps
as she lights up the
city that never sleeps
marching forward pursuing
her acting career
not succumbing to trivial
anxiety or fear
she gives thanks to
God for all He has
restored
seeing each new day
as an all new
reward
she recognizes past
times past mistakes
she delights in
the gift
every new day
makes.
Miguel

July 6, 2016

Outshining Darkness

Filed under: Poetry — Tags: , , , , , , , , , , , — migueltio @ 3:47 pm

Morning awakens
her smile as she
surveys the city
far below while enjoying
tea high on her
balcony.
She gazes out remembering
a love who once gazed
back who took her eyes
off of the skies
who promised her heart
that they would never
part only to leave
her soul disposed of
down a Grand Concourse
manhole.
Her radiance takes over
her face now shining
brighter than the morning
lights of the sun
gleaming off every metallic
structure from where she
stands to Washington Heights.
Off to work she passes
many at a present loss
to crack a smile but somewhere
deep somewhere within
a joyful vibe does begin when
passing by her vibrant style.
Many hours of her
many days her refection
is of beauty like the
sun’s warming rays
later on as the day
fades in favor of
the oncoming night
she outdoes the moon
with her shining
loving light.
~Miguel

June 27, 2016

Fly!

Filed under: Poetry — Tags: , , , , , , , , , , — migueltio @ 11:12 pm

Fly seagull fly
search the blue waters below
and feed your desires.
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Fulfill your vast dreams
and nourish your great passions
by spreading your wings.
Search for what feeds you.
Consume only what will be
your great destiny.
Sail high in the winds
and keep on charting your course
never looking back.
Fly seagull fly
and teach me as you fly on
to never give up.
~Miguel

June 14, 2016

Share The World

Filed under: Poetry — Tags: , , , , , , , , , , , , , , — migueltio @ 11:14 pm

Further down
and across town
we once thought
all culture should
assimilate
that all identities,
expressions, and personalities
should slowly and
surely separate
with no room to
think or cultivate
the heartfelt gifts
one can create,
more recently they have used the term
“gentrification” as the direction
we should take as an
entire nation.
But we find ourselves
shedding more and more
tears as days pass
to months and months
pass to years as more
and more people
think that mass violence
is the way to feed
the misled conscience that
has been emptied of
any tolerance
and filled instead
with disturbed cultural
fears.
We need to build up
instead of always
stripping down accepting
variety in any big
metropolis or small rural
town being mindful that
life does not consist
of only one way
but a sharing of our
world on every
God Gifted day.
~Miguel

June 5, 2016

Breaking Free


Crowded together
for what seems
like forever to
manufacture a moment
in a plastic-made sun
wearing a manufactured
smile having plastic-made
fun.
Beaming through the
sugar coated cracks
is a reality an energy
that despite the differences
the different bodily temples
within which dwell  the different
hearts beating the seconds of every
night and day casts among
us a bond too fine for
the eye to see but strong
enough to draw
together our daily vibrancy.
Through the artificial
smiles and dignities
fastened down with
Elmer’s Glue comes
the gleam of a real
ability electrified
by a true agility
layered with sincere
tranquility reminding us
that we are the true
star despite any
flaw or futility.
~Miguel

May 26, 2016

A Path Toward Ignorance


He walks alone along
the parkway of forgotten souls
they ravage in hunger
after a future unattainable
he avoids looking their way
not desiring the gaze of
their eyes so fixed with want.
They reach to grab his
ankles as he increases the
determined pace of his
direction determined to
avoid interaction with
them knowing their fate
he wishes avoidance for himself.
He envisions their lives
surrounded only by the
garbage of disposal and
despair thinking his own
life is above it all and
purified not aware of
the cracks beneath as the
world becomes more gentrified.
He walks out of a neighborhood
and into another
not able to tell who is
his sister or brother personalities
whitewashed into the gutter
in favor of the product
of the corporate cookie cutter.
Where is his next turn
to the next block
letting it continue to burn or
can he look into these souls
desiring to help their
plight ahead with compassion
and care as concepts he can learn?
~Miguel

April 5, 2016

New Day’s Reward

Filed under: Poetry — Tags: , , , , , , , , , , , — migueltio @ 8:04 pm

Every seed planted
every step taken
every eye now opened
to a previous unknown.
As we reawaken
our opinions
long hardened
have been re-shaped
and shaken as a
new day reveals a
brighter dawn
the old ways
the yesterdays
distant memories
distant
gone.
A new priority
now envisioned
a new advancement
a new decision
to take a stance
on a taken chance
sharing a dance
with a new romance
desiring to embark
desiring to enhance.
Opening the eyes
to take in the
beauty on our
earth in our skies
holding in our
hearts that every
day we newly see
is not a scripted
right but a valuable
prize.
~Miguel

March 4, 2016

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Filed under: Poetry, Uncategorized — Tags: , , , , , , , , — migueltio @ 12:28 pm

The night ends on a grey drizzly morning                                                                                                                                                          with the light of yesterday sub-planted                                                                                                    by a dim that carries for miles away.

She walks out of her brick laden                                                                                                              doorway                                                                                                                                                           the steps of cement a laborers long ago                                                                                 firmament she looks ahead breathing in                                                                                             the grey morning’s urban scent.

The skies may be dull but in her                                                                                                             eyes                                                                                                                                                               there is no lull no matter how down the day                                                                                      she is always ready always willing to touch                                                                                         her world in her amazing loving way.

The rain she believes is a washing of the                                                                                         world                                                                                                                                                                         of its pain of its downward swirling dread                                                                                        from which will come spring and its wonderful                                                                          growth denying winter’s hold so cold so dead.

Her fedora and her                                                                                                                                      styles                                                                                                                                                             light up many with greetings and smiles                                                                                               as she makes her way to the station’s turnstiles                                                                              the beauty of her face casting light for miles.

She is a poem she is a                                                                                                                                   song in the city where her words can                                                                                                never go wrong in the city where her                                                                                                   love and light last a life long.

~Miguel

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